<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6245559</id><updated>2011-04-21T20:53:51.502-04:00</updated><title type='text'>~credula*res*amor*est~</title><subtitle type='html'>Lately, I find I'm caught up in these thoughts:
How will you come to me?
How will we connect these hearts?
Are you somewhere near, hidden like a four-leaf clover?
Are you miles away?
Are we getting any closer?</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://credulares.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6245559/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://credulares.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>~*elle*~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14825237934878284482</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>67</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6245559.post-114152958296215907</id><published>2006-03-04T21:53:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-03-04T22:33:03.033-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>The last couple of months, every so often, I have happened by my blog thinking that I should really update it...but I never really felt up to the job.  So much has happened in my life since my entries from last October and November -- some good, but mostly bad -- that I really haven't felt ready to write it down.  I still don't really, so I won't get into any of the particulars, but here's the </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6245559/posts/default/114152958296215907'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6245559/posts/default/114152958296215907'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://credulares.blogspot.com/2006_03_01_archive.html#114152958296215907' title=''/><author><name>~*elle*~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14825237934878284482</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6245559.post-113786950992711999</id><published>2006-01-21T13:51:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-01-21T13:51:49.943-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>INFJ - the counselorYou scored 9% I to E, 15% N to S, 19% F to T, and 42% J to P! Your type is best summed up by the word "counselor", which belongs to the larger group of idealists. Only 2% of the population share your type. You are so empathic that you often know what others need before they know themselves. You are a complex person who can deal with complicated issues and people, almost prefer</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6245559/posts/default/113786950992711999'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6245559/posts/default/113786950992711999'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://credulares.blogspot.com/2006_01_01_archive.html#113786950992711999' title=''/><author><name>~*elle*~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14825237934878284482</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6245559.post-113155698848303526</id><published>2005-11-09T12:03:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-11-09T12:23:08.506-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Your Birthdate: February 6You tend to be a the rock in relationships - people depend on you.Thoughtful and caring, you often put others needs first.You aren't content to help those you know... you want to give to the world.An idealist, you strive for positive change and dream about how much better things could be.Your strength: Your intuitionYour weakness: You put yourself lastYour power color: </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6245559/posts/default/113155698848303526'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6245559/posts/default/113155698848303526'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://credulares.blogspot.com/2005_11_01_archive.html#113155698848303526' title=''/><author><name>~*elle*~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14825237934878284482</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6245559.post-113077755626229245</id><published>2005-10-31T11:24:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-10-31T11:52:36.350-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Happy Halloween Everyone!!!For the past week or so I have had a pretty bad cold...although it is improving somewhat.  Working at a cash is really great fun when you end up having to run away all the time because you starting coughing and can't stop.  I went through an ENTIRE packet of halls during my shift yesterday and TWO bottles of water...  ugh.  I can't wait to feel better again.Other than </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6245559/posts/default/113077755626229245'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6245559/posts/default/113077755626229245'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://credulares.blogspot.com/2005_10_01_archive.html#113077755626229245' title=''/><author><name>~*elle*~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14825237934878284482</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6245559.post-112891038351357738</id><published>2005-10-09T21:45:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-10-09T22:13:03.543-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>A few funny/interesting things have happened lately...  where to start?The other night I went shopping and the strangest thing happened when I was at the store.  Some guys from my hometown (well, they are currently living in my town but are actually foreigners) happened to be at the same store I was at and, for some strange reason, they had a camera with them.  As I was browsing in the CD section</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6245559/posts/default/112891038351357738'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6245559/posts/default/112891038351357738'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://credulares.blogspot.com/2005_10_01_archive.html#112891038351357738' title=''/><author><name>~*elle*~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14825237934878284482</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6245559.post-112770605579745637</id><published>2005-09-25T22:42:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-09-25T23:40:59.130-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Last night my mom laughed at me because she thinks that, lately, I have been walking around constantly with a big grin on my face (and she actually is right...I have).  This may be due to the fact that I've been having an excellent week this week...or maybe not, who knows.   I have been lucky this week so I won't complain.  Workwise this week, I got some really good news at our staff meeting on </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6245559/posts/default/112770605579745637'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6245559/posts/default/112770605579745637'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://credulares.blogspot.com/2005_09_01_archive.html#112770605579745637' title=''/><author><name>~*elle*~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14825237934878284482</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6245559.post-112684575721142798</id><published>2005-09-16T00:21:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-09-16T00:46:16.466-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Myrna LoyYou scored 19% grit, 14% wit, 28% flair, and 50% class! You are class itself, the calm, confident "perfect woman." Men turn and look at you admiringly as you walk down the street, and even your rivals have a grudging respect for you. You always know the right thing to say, do and, of course, wear. You can take charge of a situation when things get out of hand, and you're a great help to </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6245559/posts/default/112684575721142798'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6245559/posts/default/112684575721142798'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://credulares.blogspot.com/2005_09_01_archive.html#112684575721142798' title=''/><author><name>~*elle*~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14825237934878284482</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6245559.post-112474502407206256</id><published>2005-08-22T17:03:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-08-22T17:10:24.096-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>TELL ME ABOUT YOURSELF - The SurveyName:MichelleBirthday:February 6Birthplace:Current Location:Eye Color:um... somewhere between blue and green, it seems to depend on the day really...Hair Color:Light brownHeight:My license says I'm 5'4" but I'm probably a little taller than that...maybe 5'6" or so.Right Handed or Left Handed:Right-handedYour Heritage:If I go back pretty far there's some English </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6245559/posts/default/112474502407206256'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6245559/posts/default/112474502407206256'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://credulares.blogspot.com/2005_08_01_archive.html#112474502407206256' title=''/><author><name>~*elle*~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14825237934878284482</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6245559.post-112425195793530434</id><published>2005-08-16T22:59:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-08-17T00:12:38.003-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I fully planned on writing an entry in my blog last night but, well, I got lazy and decided to only include those two little quizzes.  I will update tonight instead, even though I probably don't have much new to add.I have to begin by saying that it is now official:  that guy from work finished today and we won't be working together again until December, at the very least.  Although, at first, I </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6245559/posts/default/112425195793530434'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6245559/posts/default/112425195793530434'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://credulares.blogspot.com/2005_08_01_archive.html#112425195793530434' title=''/><author><name>~*elle*~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14825237934878284482</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6245559.post-112416283100179818</id><published>2005-08-15T20:46:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-08-15T23:27:11.046-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>You Are From NeptuneYou are dreamy and mystical, with a natural psychic ability.You love music, poetry, dance, and (most of all) the open sea.Your soul is filled with possibilities, and your heart overflows with compassion.You can be in a room full of friendly people and feel all alone.If you don't get carried away with one idea, your spiritual nature will see you through anything. What Planet </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6245559/posts/default/112416283100179818'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6245559/posts/default/112416283100179818'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://credulares.blogspot.com/2005_08_01_archive.html#112416283100179818' title=''/><author><name>~*elle*~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14825237934878284482</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6245559.post-112355414958043740</id><published>2005-08-08T22:22:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-08-08T22:22:29.586-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>You Are the Girl Next Door!You're caring, warm, and the girl that nice guys want to marry.Uncomplicated and simple, you've got an easy going attitude guys love.But this doesn't mean you're dull - far from it!You're a great conversationalist, and you're an expert at living the good life.What Kind of Girl Are You? Take This Quiz :-)Find the Love of Your Life (and More Love Quizzes) at Your New </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6245559/posts/default/112355414958043740'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6245559/posts/default/112355414958043740'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://credulares.blogspot.com/2005_08_01_archive.html#112355414958043740' title=''/><author><name>~*elle*~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14825237934878284482</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6245559.post-112321743828596518</id><published>2005-08-04T23:47:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-08-05T01:08:13.813-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Grrr... so frustrated...again.Where do I start?  After months of deliberation, weighing the pros and cons and boring the pants off of anyone who was willing to listen to me, I finally came to the conclusion that I should stop trying to fight the feelings that I was starting to develop for that guy from work.  I started to think that I really would be stupid to allow a crush on someone else to </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6245559/posts/default/112321743828596518'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6245559/posts/default/112321743828596518'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://credulares.blogspot.com/2005_08_01_archive.html#112321743828596518' title=''/><author><name>~*elle*~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14825237934878284482</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6245559.post-112183084825346825</id><published>2005-07-19T22:33:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-07-19T23:41:54.186-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>The Keys to Your HeartYou are attracted to those who are unbridled, untrammeled, and free.In love, you feel the most alive when your lover is creative and never lets you feel bored.You'd like to your lover to think you are loyal and faithful... that you'll never change.You would be forced to break up with someone who was emotional, moody, and difficult to please.Your ideal relationship is lasting</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6245559/posts/default/112183084825346825'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6245559/posts/default/112183084825346825'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://credulares.blogspot.com/2005_07_01_archive.html#112183084825346825' title=''/><author><name>~*elle*~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14825237934878284482</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6245559.post-111733367974362490</id><published>2005-05-28T21:36:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-05-28T22:27:59.746-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I wanted to write an entry in my blog the other day to announce that I (FINALLY!)finished my seminaire de memoire paper, except I really didn't have anything to say other than that...so I decided to wait.  I will write it now, instead:  IT'S DONE!!!!  I handed copies of the paper to the members of my jury on Tuesday so now I have until June 10th to stress over the presentation.  I'm a little </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6245559/posts/default/111733367974362490'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6245559/posts/default/111733367974362490'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://credulares.blogspot.com/2005_05_01_archive.html#111733367974362490' title=''/><author><name>~*elle*~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14825237934878284482</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6245559.post-111611868344368429</id><published>2005-05-14T20:07:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-05-14T21:05:49.350-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>You Are A Poplar TreePeople tend to look up to you, and it's a bit lonely at the top.Inside, you are not always self confident, but you show great courage.Mature and organized, you are reliable in any situation.You tend to have an artistic or philosophical outlook on life.You are very choosy in love and take partnership seriously.What is Your Celtic Horoscope?Although I still have a fair amount </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6245559/posts/default/111611868344368429'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6245559/posts/default/111611868344368429'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://credulares.blogspot.com/2005_05_01_archive.html#111611868344368429' title=''/><author><name>~*elle*~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14825237934878284482</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6245559.post-111543176656818479</id><published>2005-05-06T21:19:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-05-06T22:09:26.593-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>You Are a Visionary SoulYou are a curious person, always in a state of awareness.Connected to all things spiritual, you are very connect to your soul.You are wise and bright: able to reason and be reasonable.Occasionally, you get quite depressed and have dark feelings.You have great vision and can be very insightful.In fact, you are often profound in a way that surprises yourself.Visionary souls </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6245559/posts/default/111543176656818479'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6245559/posts/default/111543176656818479'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://credulares.blogspot.com/2005_05_01_archive.html#111543176656818479' title=''/><author><name>~*elle*~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14825237934878284482</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6245559.post-111500626356390935</id><published>2005-05-01T23:13:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-05-01T23:57:43.566-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>A new post but, unfortunately not too much news...I've talked to a couple friends since that little incident last weekend and, so far, the consensus seems to be that (most likely) that guy actually meant what he said.  Which makes this all the more confusing.  I felt so awkward around him last Sunday and I got the distinct impression that he wanted me to feel that way...like he was annoyed with </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6245559/posts/default/111500626356390935'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6245559/posts/default/111500626356390935'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://credulares.blogspot.com/2005_05_01_archive.html#111500626356390935' title=''/><author><name>~*elle*~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14825237934878284482</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6245559.post-111431088902616645</id><published>2005-04-23T22:14:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-04-26T20:05:30.996-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Although I really should be spending the time it will take me to write this entry on my seminaire de memoire, I feel that I need to write an entry here in order to clear my head.  Something extremely bizarre happened the other night at work and I still am not totally sure what to think of it all.  I was working with this guy and, about an hour before the end of my shift, I was standing at this </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6245559/posts/default/111431088902616645'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6245559/posts/default/111431088902616645'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://credulares.blogspot.com/2005_04_01_archive.html#111431088902616645' title=''/><author><name>~*elle*~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14825237934878284482</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6245559.post-111328183762594902</id><published>2005-04-12T00:05:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-04-12T01:07:03.980-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Well, it's been nearly two months since I last updated but there really hasn't been a whole lot new going on in my life.  The CCL conference was on March 31st and, even though I was sick, everything seems to have gone alright.  I didn't pass out while I was presenting or anything so that was good and I didn't fall asleep on my desk during the other presentations.  Unfortunately, though, I didn't </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6245559/posts/default/111328183762594902'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6245559/posts/default/111328183762594902'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://credulares.blogspot.com/2005_04_01_archive.html#111328183762594902' title=''/><author><name>~*elle*~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14825237934878284482</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6245559.post-110844203040354000</id><published>2005-02-14T23:07:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-02-14T23:38:40.440-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Ok, so I really should be working on my thesis plan but I'm far too excited at this moment to do that.  I have been working on it today -- quite a bit actually, it's almost done -- but right now I need to take a break to share my exciting news!I was talking to a friend of mine tonight who finally convinced me to tell him who I had a crush on.  I have been stalling for weeks, afraid to say </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6245559/posts/default/110844203040354000'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6245559/posts/default/110844203040354000'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://credulares.blogspot.com/2005_02_01_archive.html#110844203040354000' title=''/><author><name>~*elle*~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14825237934878284482</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6245559.post-110593755405849970</id><published>2005-01-16T23:08:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-01-16T23:52:34.060-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>You know you could've been a gamblerWhose luck was running low, Or just another drifterWithout a single place to goYou could have been a broken dreamerWithout a penny to your nameI would've loved you, I would have loved youJust the same.Well, it's been a whole week since I last wrote, and I actually have a little bit of an update for you!  Since I was encouraged by the "interaction" </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6245559/posts/default/110593755405849970'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6245559/posts/default/110593755405849970'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://credulares.blogspot.com/2005_01_01_archive.html#110593755405849970' title=''/><author><name>~*elle*~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14825237934878284482</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6245559.post-110532939275203632</id><published>2005-01-09T22:37:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-01-09T23:19:33.163-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>There might be someone out there who's worth getting to know. He could be just waiting for the slightest hint that you're interested. Don't be shy.SO there's today's horoscope... seems rather interesting considering everything I've been thinking about lately.  I saw N. yesterday.  As usual, he worked it out so that he "appeared" at the front of the store when we got to the cash and, as a </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6245559/posts/default/110532939275203632'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6245559/posts/default/110532939275203632'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://credulares.blogspot.com/2005_01_01_archive.html#110532939275203632' title=''/><author><name>~*elle*~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14825237934878284482</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6245559.post-110489588689663664</id><published>2005-01-04T21:47:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-01-04T22:42:35.386-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Happy New Year everyone (though I am a little bit late...)!!!I decided that today would be a good day to update my blog...  and although I don't have a whole lot of interesting news, I do have a little bit.For starters, I have decided to open a second blog:  Random Musings.  I plan to make this second blog my writer's e-notebook and it will contain a whole mess of things:  quotations, </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6245559/posts/default/110489588689663664'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6245559/posts/default/110489588689663664'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://credulares.blogspot.com/2005_01_01_archive.html#110489588689663664' title=''/><author><name>~*elle*~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14825237934878284482</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6245559.post-110247971715147766</id><published>2004-12-07T22:47:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-12-07T23:27:39.153-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Who is this girl you are reading about?She is a hybrid of: Academic GirlProgressive GirlClick on the pictures below to read more:Take the 'What Kind of Girl Is She?' quiz at CookingToHookup.comI found the link to this quiz on another blog that I came across and thought it looked interesting...  strangely enough, it is fairly accurate.  Well, the descriptions of the girls at least; the recipes</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6245559/posts/default/110247971715147766'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6245559/posts/default/110247971715147766'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://credulares.blogspot.com/2004_12_01_archive.html#110247971715147766' title=''/><author><name>~*elle*~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14825237934878284482</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6245559.post-109288355931653736</id><published>2004-08-18T22:27:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-08-18T22:45:59.316-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>You are... WAIT! - you're none of the Sins you'rean Angel!Perfect, or close enough, and annoyingly so! Didyou alwaysbehave so 'just right'. ARGHHH . You can annoy thehell outtapeople with your attitude, but no doubt your churchis real happywith you. The positive side certainly outweighs thenegative,after all, you do chores, are smart, are cute, docharity work.Least you know what a perfect </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6245559/posts/default/109288355931653736'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6245559/posts/default/109288355931653736'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://credulares.blogspot.com/2004_08_01_archive.html#109288355931653736' title=''/><author><name>~*elle*~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14825237934878284482</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6245559.post-109219104068090899</id><published>2004-08-10T20:52:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-08-10T22:27:19.766-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Arianrhod is the Celtic goddess of the full moon(or the 'silver wheel'), of reincarnation, andof the Wheel of the Year. You are mysteriousand serene, yet you can be stubborn and evencruel. What Celtic Goddess are You? (With pictures) brought to you by QuizillaI thought that I should take a minute to write a short blog entry...even though there really isn't anything interesting to write about. </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6245559/posts/default/109219104068090899'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6245559/posts/default/109219104068090899'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://credulares.blogspot.com/2004_08_01_archive.html#109219104068090899' title=''/><author><name>~*elle*~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14825237934878284482</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6245559.post-109150458952331455</id><published>2004-08-02T23:13:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-08-02T23:50:21.910-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>&lt;!-- START YOUTHINK.COM QUIZ RESULTS --&gt; What kind of jewel are you?DiamondYour beauty is both breathtaking and stunning.  Your friends could see you everyday and still be enchanted.Click Here to Take This QuizBrought to you by YouThink.com quizzes and personality tests.&lt;!-- END YOUTHINK.COM QUIZ RESULTS --&gt;&lt;!-- START YOUTHINK.COM QUIZ RESULTS --&gt;Which poem are you?Sonnet 17 by Pablo </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6245559/posts/default/109150458952331455'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6245559/posts/default/109150458952331455'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://credulares.blogspot.com/2004_08_01_archive.html#109150458952331455' title=''/><author><name>~*elle*~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14825237934878284482</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6245559.post-109098720613698534</id><published>2004-07-27T23:17:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-07-28T00:00:06.136-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Something sort of strange, and somewhat uncomfortable, happened to me this past weekend at work.  Perhaps I should begin this entry by explaining that I happen to work with one of M.'s cousins.  He is about five years younger than M. and I; he's quite nice and we get along fairly well.  He happens to be attending the same cegep that I attended a few years back and so he seems to feel we have some</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6245559/posts/default/109098720613698534'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6245559/posts/default/109098720613698534'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://credulares.blogspot.com/2004_07_01_archive.html#109098720613698534' title=''/><author><name>~*elle*~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14825237934878284482</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6245559.post-109059675126830208</id><published>2004-07-23T10:49:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-07-23T11:35:12.113-04:00</updated><title type='text'>5 things...</title><summary type='text'>I came across this little survey while checking out other people's blogs and I really thought it was interesting.  I didn't realize it would be quite so tough to fill out though, it's actually hard to find five things for some categories!  5 Things That Scare Me1] MICE!2] Car Accidents3] Death4] Loneliness5] Pain5 People Who Make Me Laugh1] My brother2] My mother3] My father4] The </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6245559/posts/default/109059675126830208'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6245559/posts/default/109059675126830208'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://credulares.blogspot.com/2004_07_01_archive.html#109059675126830208' title='5 things...'/><author><name>~*elle*~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14825237934878284482</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6245559.post-109029803804327295</id><published>2004-07-19T23:11:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-07-20T00:45:11.446-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Wow, I haven't written in such a long time... but I have been quite busy lately, so I guess that will be my excuse. Not too much really happened during the last few weeks, other than our camp.  It went quite well and I enjoyed it.  It really was a lovely break from my other horrible job, much more enjoyable and far more rewarding...even though it was quite exhausting and, at times, frustrating.  </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6245559/posts/default/109029803804327295'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6245559/posts/default/109029803804327295'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://credulares.blogspot.com/2004_07_01_archive.html#109029803804327295' title=''/><author><name>~*elle*~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14825237934878284482</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6245559.post-108839471077577446</id><published>2004-06-27T23:30:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-06-27T23:51:50.776-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Your soul is STEADFAST. You are a fiercely loyalperson who would never cross a loved one.People always know they can rely on you andyour dependability is well-known. You'reprobably a little on the quiet side, but yourfaithfulness is never doubted, and you alwaysback up your kith and kin whether they want orneed it or not. You are a dependable andtrusted soul.  What Is Your Soul's Trait? brought </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6245559/posts/default/108839471077577446'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6245559/posts/default/108839471077577446'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://credulares.blogspot.com/2004_06_01_archive.html#108839471077577446' title=''/><author><name>~*elle*~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14825237934878284482</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6245559.post-108649449511593315</id><published>2004-06-05T22:44:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-06-06T00:01:35.116-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I am officially frustrated right now... I feel like crying because I just don't understand guys, well one guy in particular.  I have always kind of thought that I understood M., well at least to a certain extent, but now I am not so sure that I ever did.  Everything is so awkward since that summer and I don't understand how just ONE DAY everything changed between us.  He was never shy around me </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6245559/posts/default/108649449511593315'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6245559/posts/default/108649449511593315'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://credulares.blogspot.com/2004_06_01_archive.html#108649449511593315' title=''/><author><name>~*elle*~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14825237934878284482</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6245559.post-108606600482040952</id><published>2004-06-01T00:44:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-06-01T01:00:04.820-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Sandals- peaceful, daydreamy, and thoughtful, youoften find yourself staring into space.  Whenyou aren't out volunteering you are often justdreaming away.  You enjoy the company offriends sometimes but enjoy peace and quiet.[please vote! thank you! :)]  What Kind of Shoe Are You? brought to you by QuizillaAfter seeing my result from this quiz, I realize that I need a new pair of sandals (or </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6245559/posts/default/108606600482040952'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6245559/posts/default/108606600482040952'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://credulares.blogspot.com/2004_06_01_archive.html#108606600482040952' title=''/><author><name>~*elle*~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14825237934878284482</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6245559.post-108485264852539861</id><published>2004-05-17T23:25:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-05-17T23:57:28.526-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I spent almost the entire afternoon pulling up weeds and planting flowers outside...  I got my flower beds fixed up so that they look nice and that makes me very happy.  Everything is pretty and colourful now!  It was so sunny out that I was very happy I decided to put sunscreen on.  Usually I forget and end up completely sunburnt and in horrible pain... although as I sit here typing I realize </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6245559/posts/default/108485264852539861'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6245559/posts/default/108485264852539861'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://credulares.blogspot.com/2004_05_01_archive.html#108485264852539861' title=''/><author><name>~*elle*~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14825237934878284482</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6245559.post-108390437443114645</id><published>2004-05-07T00:32:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-05-07T00:39:38.750-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Just for fun, I felt like doing a couple of quizzes before I start writing:Magister Mundi sum!"I am the Master of the Universe!"You are full of yourself, but you're so cool youprobably deserve to be.  Rock on.  Which Weird Latin Phrase Are You?  brought to you by QuizillaHum...  that quiz was a little odd, but cracks me up for some reason...  I suppose I should be worried by the result, </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6245559/posts/default/108390437443114645'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6245559/posts/default/108390437443114645'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://credulares.blogspot.com/2004_05_01_archive.html#108390437443114645' title=''/><author><name>~*elle*~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14825237934878284482</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6245559.post-108355792778339699</id><published>2004-05-03T00:18:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-05-03T00:23:08.856-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Wow,  this weekend has been very strange, disturbing even, for reasons I choose not to get into right now... right here.  I'm still sort of processing things in my head, trying to figure out where I stand, how I feel, etc.  To make matters worse, I lived in hope all weekend that I could see just one person -- I pretty much went to work praying that he would come in so I could at least see him (</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6245559/posts/default/108355792778339699'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6245559/posts/default/108355792778339699'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://credulares.blogspot.com/2004_05_01_archive.html#108355792778339699' title=''/><author><name>~*elle*~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14825237934878284482</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6245559.post-108286585036658465</id><published>2004-04-25T00:04:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-04-25T00:08:21.500-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>intelligent: you are really smart and often getrewarded for that fact. you're not one to speakout too much and only your friends know thefunny person you really are. occasionally youmight get hassle for being yourself, but at theend of the day you know better to just beyourself and that's why the people around you,love ya! you're a good friend and as loyal asanything and would never dream of </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6245559/posts/default/108286585036658465'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6245559/posts/default/108286585036658465'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://credulares.blogspot.com/2004_04_01_archive.html#108286585036658465' title=''/><author><name>~*elle*~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14825237934878284482</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6245559.post-108252017491266162</id><published>2004-04-21T00:02:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-04-21T00:10:27.826-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I have finally figured out that I can only access the blogger webpages from the OTHER computer...which I find seriously annoying but I suppose I will learn to deal.  I am sort of working on essays still, I find it so hard to concentrate fully on them until the last minute and then, somehow I find the ambition to finish them.  I have written nearly half of the first though, in rough draft, so I am</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6245559/posts/default/108252017491266162'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6245559/posts/default/108252017491266162'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://credulares.blogspot.com/2004_04_01_archive.html#108252017491266162' title=''/><author><name>~*elle*~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14825237934878284482</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6245559.post-108155355910164396</id><published>2004-04-09T19:32:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-04-09T19:54:32.090-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I am the princess (...with a pea)!Find your fairy tale character at kelly.moranweb.com.Today I bought myself a beautiful Easter lily (because I felt that I needed some pretty flowers around) and about four different kinds of tea.  One is called Canadian Vanilla Maple and it's really delicious and smells heavenly....I have been feeling a little frustrated with a certain person lately...  </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6245559/posts/default/108155355910164396'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6245559/posts/default/108155355910164396'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://credulares.blogspot.com/2004_04_01_archive.html#108155355910164396' title=''/><author><name>~*elle*~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14825237934878284482</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6245559.post-108104888411914942</id><published>2004-04-03T22:21:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-04-03T22:25:06.106-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I have tried at least four times in the past week to update this blog and, although I have a million things that I would like to get out of my system, I can't seem to write any of them down.  It frustrates me to not be able to put into words what is going through my head because that is the one thing that always comes easily to me... except, unfortunately, right now.  I keep wavering back and </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6245559/posts/default/108104888411914942'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6245559/posts/default/108104888411914942'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://credulares.blogspot.com/2004_04_01_archive.html#108104888411914942' title=''/><author><name>~*elle*~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14825237934878284482</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6245559.post-108053760284430097</id><published>2004-03-29T00:20:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-03-29T00:42:26.733-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>you are a purple rose, romantic, beautiful andmysterious What kind of rose are you? (with pics) brought to you by QuizillaDaisy Which Flower Are You? brought to you by QuizillaFor some reason today I felt like doing flower quizzes...  Maybe it's because I'm in another one of those romantic moods, or perhaps it's just because I am thinking about Spring coming.  Either way, I thought these two</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6245559/posts/default/108053760284430097'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6245559/posts/default/108053760284430097'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://credulares.blogspot.com/2004_03_01_archive.html#108053760284430097' title=''/><author><name>~*elle*~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14825237934878284482</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6245559.post-108010338879254677</id><published>2004-03-23T23:43:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-03-23T23:58:48.110-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>If thou dost love, pronounce it faithfully.Or if thou thinkest I am too quickly won,I'll frown and be perverse and say thee nay,So thou wilt woo; but else, not for the world.In truth, fair Montague, I am too fond,And therefore thou mayst think my haviour light;But trust me, gentleman, I'll prove more trueThan those that have more cunning to be strange. I first read Romeo and Juliet in</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6245559/posts/default/108010338879254677'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6245559/posts/default/108010338879254677'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://credulares.blogspot.com/2004_03_01_archive.html#108010338879254677' title=''/><author><name>~*elle*~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14825237934878284482</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6245559.post-107967046608948606</id><published>2004-03-18T23:27:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-03-18T23:31:06.170-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'> See what Teddy Bear you are.I have no idea why I felt like doing a teddy bear quiz today but it's really kind of cute I think...so I had to include it.  Nothing very exciting has happened in the last few days, things have been fairly quiet.  I did a little schoolwork today, which was a start...  hopefully tomorrow I will get a little more done!  I really don't have anything else to write...  </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6245559/posts/default/107967046608948606'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6245559/posts/default/107967046608948606'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://credulares.blogspot.com/2004_03_01_archive.html#107967046608948606' title=''/><author><name>~*elle*~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14825237934878284482</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6245559.post-107945058781620460</id><published>2004-03-16T10:23:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-03-16T11:39:34.700-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Which Peanuts Character Are You?What Tree Did You Fall From?Feb 04 - 08 :  Poplar TreePoplar Tree (the Uncertainty) -- looks very decorative, talented, not very self confident, extremely courageous if necessary, needs goodwill and pleasant surroundings, very choosy, often lonely, great animosity, great artistic nature, good organizer, tends to lean toward philosophy, reliable in any situation</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6245559/posts/default/107945058781620460'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6245559/posts/default/107945058781620460'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://credulares.blogspot.com/2004_03_01_archive.html#107945058781620460' title=''/><author><name>~*elle*~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14825237934878284482</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6245559.post-107941539394022472</id><published>2004-03-16T00:36:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-03-16T00:39:49.890-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>You are the most universal mythical beast ever. Sightings of the unicorn have been reported from all over the world, even in modern times. Unicorns are pure and incorruptible. In China, unicorns symbolized gentleness, good will, and wisdom. Christianity links the unicorn with Christ. It is said that unicorns would only allow virgin girls to see them, let alone touch them. They were easily lured </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6245559/posts/default/107941539394022472'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6245559/posts/default/107941539394022472'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://credulares.blogspot.com/2004_03_01_archive.html#107941539394022472' title=''/><author><name>~*elle*~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14825237934878284482</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6245559.post-107923900017732867</id><published>2004-03-13T23:36:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-03-13T23:39:53.356-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Tarzan! What movie Do you Belong in?(many different outcomes!) brought to you by QuizillaNothing exciting here today...  I have been e-shopping and buying more fun new tops that I obviously don't need.  I think I am addicted to shirts -- I love them!  I have turned into such a clothes addict, a strange phenomenon considering I was pretty much a tomboy for most of my childhood.  I spent years </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6245559/posts/default/107923900017732867'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6245559/posts/default/107923900017732867'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://credulares.blogspot.com/2004_03_01_archive.html#107923900017732867' title=''/><author><name>~*elle*~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14825237934878284482</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6245559.post-107915085657313460</id><published>2004-03-12T23:07:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-03-12T23:20:35.496-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>And so...the saga continues....Well, nothing new has actually happened but "my public" has requested more details and, as I would HATE to disappoint them, I will try to clarify this whole confusing mess, to the best of my ability (which, admittedly, will probably not be very effective as I am likely the most confused person involved...).  I apologize in advance for the length of this entry...</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6245559/posts/default/107915085657313460'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6245559/posts/default/107915085657313460'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://credulares.blogspot.com/2004_03_01_archive.html#107915085657313460' title=''/><author><name>~*elle*~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14825237934878284482</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6245559.post-107906788004190243</id><published>2004-03-12T00:04:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-03-12T00:07:50.793-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Caitlin What character on Degrassi are you (1986-1991) brought to you by QuizillaYAY!  I remember that Caitlin was always my favourite character on Degrassi and I always felt that, in certain ways, I could relate to her.  I miss that show, I loved it.  It's so strange how that show became so important to so many Canadian teens...or at least seems to have been.  I'm sure it had a definite </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6245559/posts/default/107906788004190243'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6245559/posts/default/107906788004190243'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://credulares.blogspot.com/2004_03_01_archive.html#107906788004190243' title=''/><author><name>~*elle*~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14825237934878284482</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6245559.post-107896930868448462</id><published>2004-03-10T20:41:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-03-10T20:44:57.373-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>*meow*What fuzzy creature are you?I thought that I definitely had to add this one too:You are Elizabeth Bennet. You are really poor, soyou have to marry for money, even though youwant to marry for love. Very handsome men aredrawn to you, but are usually hesitant tocommit because of social pressures. You havevery silly relatives, but you are indeed veryintelligent. And, as always, you </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6245559/posts/default/107896930868448462'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6245559/posts/default/107896930868448462'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://credulares.blogspot.com/2004_03_01_archive.html#107896930868448462' title=''/><author><name>~*elle*~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14825237934878284482</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6245559.post-107887912032794224</id><published>2004-03-09T19:38:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-03-09T19:41:47.763-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>You are blessed with FAERY wings. Beauty,laughter, life, magic...that's what you are allabout. You are refreshingly innocent and happywith your life of purity and play. Life's agame and it's a good one. In your eyes there'sno way to lose! You can be very mischeivous andhave been known to cause trouble, but it's allin the name of fun and not meant to really harmanyone. You like to play tricks on </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6245559/posts/default/107887912032794224'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6245559/posts/default/107887912032794224'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://credulares.blogspot.com/2004_03_01_archive.html#107887912032794224' title=''/><author><name>~*elle*~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14825237934878284482</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6245559.post-107871938215330193</id><published>2004-03-07T23:16:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-03-08T09:43:56.436-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>This weekend has been strange, to say the least...  A word of warning:  this entry will be probably be a little long... and possibly slightly confusing...I saw G. yesterday, briefly, but managed to tell myself that I wasn't bothered by him.  I felt sure that I no longer cared for him and was anxiously awaiting Monday when (I felt certain) I would get to see N. again.  By evening, it looked </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6245559/posts/default/107871938215330193'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6245559/posts/default/107871938215330193'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://credulares.blogspot.com/2004_03_01_archive.html#107871938215330193' title=''/><author><name>~*elle*~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14825237934878284482</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6245559.post-107843423615104513</id><published>2004-03-04T16:03:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-03-04T16:08:18.763-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>May I, your majesty? You were the highest class ofyour time, and you still expect to get your waywithout any fuss.  Who were you in your past life? brought to you by QuizillaWow, I think this was quite a fun quiz...  I think it's hilarious really, but who can argue with being called royalty?  Plus, it gives me an excuse to get my own way...hehe. Your Energy is Yellow.  You are generous, </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6245559/posts/default/107843423615104513'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6245559/posts/default/107843423615104513'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://credulares.blogspot.com/2004_03_01_archive.html#107843423615104513' title=''/><author><name>~*elle*~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14825237934878284482</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6245559.post-107828821765642036</id><published>2004-03-02T23:30:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-03-02T23:43:27.373-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>**Promotion Alert!*Just so that you know the re-release of Jessica Simpson's album In This Skin came out today in the States (it will be out next week in Canada)... and you should check it out!  Her single "With You" is doing really well right now and it is a really great, fun song.  You can all blame me if you end up singing it over and over again after you listen to it... I'll accept full </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6245559/posts/default/107828821765642036'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6245559/posts/default/107828821765642036'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://credulares.blogspot.com/2004_03_01_archive.html#107828821765642036' title=''/><author><name>~*elle*~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14825237934878284482</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6245559.post-107811242788779621</id><published>2004-02-29T22:40:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-02-29T22:43:22.966-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>You are too innocent and sweet for your own good. Which Ultimate Beautiful Woman are You? brought to you by QuizillaHum, I never thought that the outcome of this quiz would sound so negative...especially with a title like Which Ultimate Beautiful Woman are You?... go figure...  Guess I need to work on being...hum, less nice or something?  Maybe that explains why half of my friends have </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6245559/posts/default/107811242788779621'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6245559/posts/default/107811242788779621'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://credulares.blogspot.com/2004_02_01_archive.html#107811242788779621' title=''/><author><name>~*elle*~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14825237934878284482</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6245559.post-107801580710833528</id><published>2004-02-28T19:50:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-02-28T19:53:01.293-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Take the 100 Acre Personality Quiz!YAY!  I'm Winnie the Pooh...  :o)I had the afternoon off from work today, a lovely feeling.  Unfortunately, I have a full day ahead of me tomorrow...yuck!  Today was fairly quiet:  We celebrated my grandfather's birthday so we ate A LOT and drank EVEN MORE tea, as per usual...  I must say though that I saw my cousin today and she was so friendly...  I could </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6245559/posts/default/107801580710833528'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6245559/posts/default/107801580710833528'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://credulares.blogspot.com/2004_02_01_archive.html#107801580710833528' title=''/><author><name>~*elle*~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14825237934878284482</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6245559.post-107785636080342781</id><published>2004-02-26T23:32:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-02-26T23:35:31.920-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I had a long day at work today but at least now it's over...  until tomorrow... yuck.  On a more positive note, I got some very good school related news the other day that pretty much made my week so, even though I still feel very behind in things, I am a little more encouraged now.  Tonight I ordered myself some cute swimsuits which, in all honesty, I may never wear, but just having them will be</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6245559/posts/default/107785636080342781'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6245559/posts/default/107785636080342781'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://credulares.blogspot.com/2004_02_01_archive.html#107785636080342781' title=''/><author><name>~*elle*~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14825237934878284482</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6245559.post-107711929947936500</id><published>2004-02-18T10:48:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-02-18T10:50:58.670-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Which Rock Chick Are You?I find this hilarious... if I had done this quiz in high school and gotten Gwen Stefani I would have been SO ANNOYED!  But now, I actually like her...  and I wouldn't mind being married to Gavin at all... hum... :o)Nothing too exciting happening here... I've been reading this morning, have class this afternoon.  I will update when / if anything exciting (ever!) </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6245559/posts/default/107711929947936500'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6245559/posts/default/107711929947936500'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://credulares.blogspot.com/2004_02_01_archive.html#107711929947936500' title=''/><author><name>~*elle*~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14825237934878284482</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6245559.post-107698709789092794</id><published>2004-02-16T22:04:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-02-16T22:07:35.576-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>EEEK!  I'm not even sure where to begin this entry...  but I guess I'll start it like this:Today we went shopping and about halfway through our shopping trip I looked up and saw N. walk by (and I know he saw me).  When we went to check out, the cashier called for help and N. appeared...and made sure to take our order.  I was so nervous and kept thinking "oh my gosh, what am I supposed to do? how</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6245559/posts/default/107698709789092794'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6245559/posts/default/107698709789092794'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://credulares.blogspot.com/2004_02_01_archive.html#107698709789092794' title=''/><author><name>~*elle*~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14825237934878284482</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6245559.post-107672741442782903</id><published>2004-02-13T21:56:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-02-13T21:59:27.246-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>So, I am sitting here once again, thinking that I should update this blog but not knowing exactly what to say...  I spent hours Tuesday night talking with a friend about school, relationships, etc and he coaxed me into talking about something (read: someone) that I really shouldn't have been thinking about... someone I am trying to forget.  I guess I was right in my last entry when I said that </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6245559/posts/default/107672741442782903'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6245559/posts/default/107672741442782903'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://credulares.blogspot.com/2004_02_01_archive.html#107672741442782903' title=''/><author><name>~*elle*~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14825237934878284482</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6245559.post-107643028215765498</id><published>2004-02-10T11:24:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-02-10T11:27:10.640-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I believe you belong in Pride and Prejudice; aworld of satire and true love. A world whereeverything is crystal clear to the reader, andyet where new things seem to be happening allthe time. You belong in a world where yourfree-thought puts you above the silly masses,and where bright eyes and intelligence areenough to attract the arrogantmillionaire/prejudiced young (wo)man of yourchoice. Which </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6245559/posts/default/107643028215765498'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6245559/posts/default/107643028215765498'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://credulares.blogspot.com/2004_02_01_archive.html#107643028215765498' title=''/><author><name>~*elle*~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14825237934878284482</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6245559.post-107612059586670479</id><published>2004-02-06T21:23:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-02-06T21:25:39.420-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Today's Special:  The continuation of my Mr. Darcy saga (back by popular demand...)  ***Please note, however, that I managed to write TWO whole entries with no mention WHATSOEVER of the aforementioned man...  I am very proud of myself. :o) *** Anyway, back to the duty at hand: my Mr. Darcy! I haven't seen N. in quite a while now and so I was hoping that I might run into him today...  </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6245559/posts/default/107612059586670479'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6245559/posts/default/107612059586670479'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://credulares.blogspot.com/2004_02_01_archive.html#107612059586670479' title=''/><author><name>~*elle*~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14825237934878284482</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6245559.post-107603690568945123</id><published>2004-02-05T22:08:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-02-05T22:17:54.233-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Work today was horrible...HORRIBLE.   I thought that my head would explode before I finished but I (somehow) survived until 5 pm and when my friend arrived to replace me I got to complain to her, which actually made me feel lots better.  I have been doing some research for my different projects this semester and my internet searches have led me to a very cool website:  Chick LitIt has lots of </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6245559/posts/default/107603690568945123'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6245559/posts/default/107603690568945123'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://credulares.blogspot.com/2004_02_01_archive.html#107603690568945123' title=''/><author><name>~*elle*~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14825237934878284482</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6245559.post-107590796697962671</id><published>2004-02-04T10:19:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-02-04T10:21:47.200-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>It's very snowy this morning but it looks so beautiful and peaceful from my post by the window...  I would enjoy the view far more however if I didn't have a class this afternoon...  I don't want to go because I hate driving in snow... especially around 5pm when it starts to get cold and slippery.  Other than that, I am happy.  After hearing April talk about Britney Spears's "Toxic" I finally </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6245559/posts/default/107590796697962671'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6245559/posts/default/107590796697962671'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://credulares.blogspot.com/2004_02_01_archive.html#107590796697962671' title=''/><author><name>~*elle*~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14825237934878284482</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6245559.post-107535531623180071</id><published>2004-01-29T00:48:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-01-29T01:25:46.840-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I just finished reading a fascinating book (fascinating in a perverse sort of way...) called "Don't:  A Woman's Word" for one of my classes...  wow is all I can say.  Last night I actually had to watch a movie after reading (a movie with Mr. Darcy of course!) in order to remember that all men aren't as bad as the ones in that book...  truly frightening.  The new book I have started is less </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6245559/posts/default/107535531623180071'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6245559/posts/default/107535531623180071'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://credulares.blogspot.com/2004_01_01_archive.html#107535531623180071' title=''/><author><name>~*elle*~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14825237934878284482</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6245559.post-107457236711686581</id><published>2004-01-19T23:19:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-01-19T23:21:26.106-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>After making a passing comment about how my life seems to be more and more like Bridget Jones's everyday (in a joking sort of way), my mother has come to the conclusion that I already have a Mr. Darcy in my life...  and he happens to be (according to her) the exact same guy that I would like him to be.  When she told me, I just laughed...  I saw him today, he looked as nice as ever and he made </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6245559/posts/default/107457236711686581'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6245559/posts/default/107457236711686581'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://credulares.blogspot.com/2004_01_01_archive.html#107457236711686581' title=''/><author><name>~*elle*~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14825237934878284482</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6245559.post-107414094660179680</id><published>2004-01-14T23:29:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-01-15T21:31:01.733-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Lately, I have been thinking that I should write something new... so here goes.  Today has been a great day:  I found out that I did well in both my classes last semester, better than I actually expected for my first semester of grad school.  Plus, class actually went quite well today and I think I am slowly getting more and more acquainted with my strange new surroundings.   I also found out </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6245559/posts/default/107414094660179680'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6245559/posts/default/107414094660179680'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://credulares.blogspot.com/2004_01_01_archive.html#107414094660179680' title=''/><author><name>~*elle*~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14825237934878284482</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6245559.post-107232021379259669</id><published>2003-12-24T21:43:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-12-24T22:23:05.920-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I've decided to re-open my blog for a bit since you, Mikey, seemed rather disappointed in me that I had erased it in a fit of frustration... so it's back, it's different...and hopefully less whiny! ;o)  I got the best Christmas present today... I saw the guy who (I am actually admitting it!) I now absolutely am crushing on... and you know what?  A crush can be the best feeling in the world...  </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6245559/posts/default/107232021379259669'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6245559/posts/default/107232021379259669'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://credulares.blogspot.com/2003_12_01_archive.html#107232021379259669' title=''/><author><name>~*elle*~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14825237934878284482</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry></feed>
