<?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-3897061</id><updated>2011-04-21T18:38:54.035-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Fly Away.....</title><subtitle type='html'>Whatever Little Raven (a.k.a. Sarah) says today - she would always like to...</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://littleraven79.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3897061/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littleraven79.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09391774013489785756</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>65</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3897061.post-108274335631472352</id><published>2004-04-23T14:02:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-04-23T14:06:43.030-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>People used to explore the dimensions of reality by taking LSD to make the world look weird. &lt;br /&gt;Now the world is weird and they take Prozac to make it look normal. &lt;br /&gt;-Bangstrom &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3897061-108274335631472352?l=littleraven79.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3897061/posts/default/108274335631472352'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3897061/posts/default/108274335631472352'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littleraven79.blogspot.com/2004_04_01_archive.html#108274335631472352' title=''/><author><name>Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09391774013489785756</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-3897061.post-108274310839394788</id><published>2004-04-23T13:58:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-04-23T14:02:31.200-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>So apparently I haven't written in here for almost a year... hmm.... should I change that or not... I'm not quite sure...&lt;br /&gt;things have been different for me in the past year, I no longer work at the job that I was at... I actually have a job in my field... isn't that a hoot? Hmm... what else?  Dunno - I guess I will just have to keep writing when I get more time .... I have just realized that I'm really not in the mood to write right about now.... sorry&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3897061-108274310839394788?l=littleraven79.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3897061/posts/default/108274310839394788'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3897061/posts/default/108274310839394788'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littleraven79.blogspot.com/2004_04_01_archive.html#108274310839394788' title=''/><author><name>Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09391774013489785756</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-3897061.post-108252368205512757</id><published>2004-04-21T01:01:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-04-21T01:05:21.466-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I WANT A G-MAIL ACCOUNT!!!! PLEASE???&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3897061-108252368205512757?l=littleraven79.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3897061/posts/default/108252368205512757'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3897061/posts/default/108252368205512757'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littleraven79.blogspot.com/2004_04_01_archive.html#108252368205512757' title=''/><author><name>Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09391774013489785756</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-3897061.post-94430727</id><published>2003-05-16T00:31:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-05-16T00:41:16.000-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;Dan is going home.... :(  &lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;So, tonight was the last night I was able to go out to dinner with Dan until he comes back from his summer break.  We went out to an Indian restaurant, and then to get coffee.  While we were sitting around drinking our coffee (tea for Dan) we got to talking about his apartment, and how it needed to be cleaned.  I was all excited.  I LOVE to clean other people's places.... Yeah... I'm a little odd.  My apartment of course is crazy cluttered.... but I would much rather clean someone else's mess than my own.  So I had a grand old time helping him clean.  I even got to put together some of those metal cube thingys.... hmm.... what does this say about me?  Anyway... back to the point... Dan is leaving.... now who am I going to go out to dinner with??? Who am I going to subject to my constant ranting about work?  I am so proud of Dan though.  He is so intellegent, and even if I give him a hard time all to often, I really respect him, and what he wants to do with his life... and yes Dan, I now know actually know what that is.... study sewers forever right? j/k.... I'm also excited that he will be back in the 'burgh for yet another year to finish up at CMU as a grad student.... now all I have to do is convince you to stay..... yeah right.... that'll happen - probably as likely as Mike finding the squirell of his dreams in AZ.   Congratulations Dan... I'll miss ya!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3897061-94430727?l=littleraven79.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3897061/posts/default/94430727'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3897061/posts/default/94430727'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littleraven79.blogspot.com/2003_05_01_archive.html#94430727' title=''/><author><name>Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09391774013489785756</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-3897061.post-93250421</id><published>2003-04-25T13:23:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-04-25T13:23:03.463-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;I'M BAAAAACCCCKKKK........&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, so I vow to actually write in my blog more than once a month.... promise.  &lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm sitting here at work - completely avoiding doing anything concrete... yes, I have plenty of work to do, but my motivation level is so low right now, that all I truly want to do is rearrange my post-it note supply.  Yesterday was "bring your kid to work day" or as I like to call it "bring your whiney, spoiled, possibly ADD suffering child to work so that they can break everything in the office day" In one day, they managed to spill stuff on the carpeting three times, have a screaming fit in one of the conference rooms, and break our copier/printer.  It's days like those that make me want to wait a LONG time before I have kids.  Anyway.... &lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, I'm going home again this weekend - I was just there last weekend, but Wyant that next time he went home I would go too, just to see him.  So I am looking forward to a 4 hour and 15 min trip in the car, just me and my weird music selection.  Note to self.... remember to mail bills out before leaving.  Okay, so going home is always an interesting thing.... it never ceases to amaze me what I end up doing.... last weekend I went to a party with my sister.  First of all, I'm sorry Meagan, but you will probably always remain 15 years old in the back of my mind, because that's how old you were when I left for college.  So seeing her friends attempting to get her drunk, and just being completely trashed at the end of the night (the friends, not meg), just didn't sit right with the image I have of her.  But I digress.... Rachacha is not by definition an interesting place to go, but we make our own fun.  Watching the townies attempt to sing karaoke at the local bowling alley, driving around aimlessly, and hanging out at denny's at 3am... it's a far cry from some of the things I've become accustomed to in Pittsburgh, but still fun to go back every now and again.  &lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, those post-it's are calling my name... so I'd better get to it... oh my.....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3897061-93250421?l=littleraven79.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3897061/posts/default/93250421'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3897061/posts/default/93250421'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littleraven79.blogspot.com/2003_04_01_archive.html#93250421' title=''/><author><name>Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09391774013489785756</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-3897061.post-91525634</id><published>2003-03-27T23:42:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-03-27T23:42:00.496-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;Time Flies...&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...when you have a real life....&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah - so working a normal, 9-5 job that I care about has done horrible things to my blog!&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's weird, so much has happened, but the one thing that sticks out in my mind is something so incredibly mundane, and possibly stupid.   I was parked in at work today.  I was leaving early, because I was having a few people over for dinner tonight, and three cars had me all parked in!!!  It was so annoying.  But anyway, I'm going to try to write more on here again.  So, til then......&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3897061-91525634?l=littleraven79.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3897061/posts/default/91525634'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3897061/posts/default/91525634'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littleraven79.blogspot.com/2003_03_01_archive.html#91525634' title=''/><author><name>Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09391774013489785756</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-3897061.post-90270254</id><published>2003-03-06T19:44:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-03-06T19:44:33.060-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;A short glossary&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I found this to be funny, even if it is only beneficial for men to have it all explained and everything.  Part of me still believes that guys should just have to figure it out.... we don't get a handbook....should they?  Anyway.... &lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What women say, and what it means.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FINE&lt;br /&gt;This is the word women use to end an argument when they feel they are right and you need to shut up. Never use "fine" to describe how a woman looks. This will cause you to have one of those arguments.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FIVE MINUTES&lt;br /&gt;This is half an hour. It is equivalent to the "five minutes"&lt;br /&gt;that your football game is going to last before you take out the trash,so it's an even trade.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NOTHING&lt;br /&gt;This means something and you should be on your toes. "Nothing" is usually used to describe the feeling a woman has of wanting to turn you inside out, upside down and backwards. "Nothing" usually signifies an argument that will last "Five Minutes" and end with the word "Fine."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GO AHEAD (With Raised Eyebrows)&lt;br /&gt;This is a dare. One that will result in a woman getting upset&lt;br /&gt;over "Nothing," and will end with the word "Fine."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GO AHEAD (Normal Eyebrows)&lt;br /&gt;This means "I give up" or "do what you want because I don't&lt;br /&gt;care." You will get a Raised Eyebrow "Go Ahead" in just a few minutes, followed by "Nothing" and "Fine," and she will talk to you in about "Five Minutes" when she cools off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LOUD SIGH&lt;br /&gt;This is not actually a word but is a non-verbal statement often misunderstood by men. A "Loud Sigh" means she thinks you are an idiot at that moment and wonders why she is wasting her time standing here and arguing with you over "Nothing."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SOFT SIGH&lt;br /&gt;Again, not a word but a non-verbal statement. "Soft Sighs" mean that she is content. Your best bet is to not move or breathe and she will stay content.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THAT'S OKAY&lt;br /&gt;This is one of the most dangerous statements that a woman can make to a man. "That's Okay" means that she wants to think long and hard before paying you back for whatever it is that you have done. "That's Okay" is to be in some mighty big trouble.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PLEASE DO&lt;br /&gt;This is not a statement, it is an offer. A woman is giving you&lt;br /&gt;the chance to come up with whatever excuse or reason you have for doing whatever it is that you have done. You have a fair chance with the truth, so be careful and you shouldn't get a "That's Okay."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THANKS&lt;br /&gt;A woman is thanking you. Do not faint. Just say you're welcome.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THANKS A LOT&lt;br /&gt;This is much different than "Thanks." A woman will say "Thanks A Lot" when she is really ticked off at you. It signifies that you have offended her in some callous way and will be followed by the "Loud Sigh." Be careful not to ask what is wrong after the Loud Sigh," as she will &lt;br /&gt;only tell you "Nothing."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3897061-90270254?l=littleraven79.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3897061/posts/default/90270254'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3897061/posts/default/90270254'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littleraven79.blogspot.com/2003_03_01_archive.html#90270254' title=''/><author><name>Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09391774013489785756</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-3897061.post-89954922</id><published>2003-03-01T10:09:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-03-01T10:09:28.466-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;Terrorists&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You read about all these terrorists -- Most of them came here legally, but they hung around on these expired visas, some for as long as 10-15 years. Now, compare that to Blockbuster: You're two days late with a video and those people are all over you. Let's put Blockbuster in charge of immigration.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- I didn't write it.... just thought it was funny....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3897061-89954922?l=littleraven79.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3897061/posts/default/89954922'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3897061/posts/default/89954922'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littleraven79.blogspot.com/2003_03_01_archive.html#89954922' title=''/><author><name>Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09391774013489785756</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-3897061.post-89912407</id><published>2003-02-28T13:01:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-02-28T13:10:00.000-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;Mister Rogers&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of course, as everybody knows by now, Mister Rogers died yesterday.  I was driving to work, and heard about it on the radio.  The station was having people call in, and talk about times when they met Mister Rogers, and how he effected their lives.  It was the first time I think I've cried on the way to work in the morning!  I'm usually in such a haze, that all I can think about is driving.  I actually had the pleasure of meeting Mister Rogers a few years ago.  I lived very close to the WQED office, where he worked, and taped his shows.  One afternoon, I was out playing volleyball with a bunch of people out on the lawn of Ascension Church, before a Common Ground meeting.  We saw him walking by, and he actually came over to talk and visit with us for a little while.  I heard that he would do this every now and again, randomly stop and talk to people on his walks around the neighboorhoods close to his office.  I absolutely loved his show as a young child (especially Queen Sara of course!!!), and as I got older, would still pause and watch whenever I was flipping through channels and saw that Mister Rogers Neighborhood was on. &lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In Pittsburgh, Mister Rogers was a local celebrity, and as I drove to work this morning, already, signs on restaurants and churches have been changed to say things like "It's a sad day in the neighborhood" and "We will always remember you Mister Rogers". At age 74, he was always devoted to children, and helping them through both the wonderful, and the difficult times in life.  I know I'll never forget him.  &lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A Mister Rogers Quote: "There is only one thing evil cannot stand, and that is forgiveness."&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://pbskids.org/rogers"&gt;Mister Rogers Neighborhood Website&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3897061-89912407?l=littleraven79.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3897061/posts/default/89912407'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3897061/posts/default/89912407'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littleraven79.blogspot.com/2003_02_01_archive.html#89912407' title=''/><author><name>Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09391774013489785756</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-3897061.post-89786079</id><published>2003-02-26T13:25:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-02-26T13:25:56.233-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;Feeling a little separated&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, here I am, back at work - taking over for the receptionist again while he is at lunch.  This is pretty much the only time during the day that I have to relax.  I don't take a lunch, and sometimes I walk over to the lunchroom to grab something to drink - but other than that, I'm just workin'.  It sure does make the day go faster though!  &lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, as my title says, I'm feeling a little separated from the outside world.  I haven't been out, done anything, or really even talked to any of my friends since Sunday night when Charles came over to do his laundry.  I've just been working, then coming home, and working on the program.  Last night I think I stayed up a little too late working on it though - because I am feeling it now.  I think my first indication that it was effecting me, was this morning when I was parking my car, and for the first time in a long time, I hit the curb while parallel parking.  I had to parallel park at least once a day if not more for over two years - so I'm pretty good at it... and i hit the curb today???  Well, that sent warning bells off in my head - and to combat the screwed-up-ness in my head this morning - I drank two cups of earl gray tea, a vanilla coke, and ate a piece of chocolate that was offered to me.  So now, not only is my head screwed up, it's also running really really fast.  Oh joy.  &lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, back to my point.  Since I haven't even talked to many of my friends that I talk to almost every day, and I don't have a roommate right now, I feel a bit out of it.  It's actually quite interesting.  Not that I want to be like this all of the time, but it becomes kind of nice.  No one to answer to, no one to care if I leave my clothes all over the apartment, I can do the dishes at like 3 am - and no one complains that I'm making noise!  It won't last forever though.  People that know me well, know that it is "musical season" and as soon as I'm done with the program, I'll go back to bugging them all the time.  Maybe I should look at it that way - it's like I'm giving them time off.  Yeah. Still, I better call Dan tonight.  Maybe we can do one of our Eat &amp; Park runs.  Well, we will have to see... &lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I better get going.  So far, no one has been curious enough to look at what I have been typing, so it just looks like I'm doing data entry or something. That can't last forever though..... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3897061-89786079?l=littleraven79.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3897061/posts/default/89786079'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3897061/posts/default/89786079'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littleraven79.blogspot.com/2003_02_01_archive.html#89786079' title=''/><author><name>Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09391774013489785756</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-3897061.post-89656685</id><published>2003-02-24T13:32:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-02-24T14:04:33.000-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;Bored&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So today at work, they decided that I would take over for the receptionist at the front desk during his lunch break.  So this is all well and good, but it is incredibly boring.  They even stripped his computer of any way to get to the internet - so I had to invent one (don't worry - I just linked through the network to my computer in the back).  Fun fun....  Today has been interesting already... snow always makes people crazy in pittsburgh... no one gets anywhere on time when it snowing. I still think that when the temperature gets to low in the Pittsburgh area - native "burghians" have some sort of common sense chip in their head that just freezes.  Like for instance the people who don't even bother to clean the snow off of their cars before heading out for the day - and then they wonder why all the snow just blasts their windshield when they get going over 10 miles per hour..... bright people they are. &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3897061-89656685?l=littleraven79.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3897061/posts/default/89656685'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3897061/posts/default/89656685'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littleraven79.blogspot.com/2003_02_01_archive.html#89656685' title=''/><author><name>Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09391774013489785756</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-3897061.post-89590645</id><published>2003-02-23T03:36:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-02-23T03:39:18.000-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;Bowling&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, as is evident with my title, I went bowling this evening.  Accompanied by Charles, Al, Eric, Gemma and Mike.  It was interesting.  I really can't bowl.  I managed to get absolutely NO strikes or spares until my very last frame of our very last game..... then of course I got a spare AND a strike.... kinda odd... but that is the story of my life I guess!  It turned out to be a lot of fun though.  I have to say that out of anything that we could have done tonight, that was probably the last thing that I would have chosen.  Bowling, country music and beer.... not usually on the top of my "fun things to so on a saturday night" list, but good friends and good conversation can make anything enjoyable.... even bowling!&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My high score of the evening: &lt;b&gt;78!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br&gt;Woohoo!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3897061-89590645?l=littleraven79.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3897061/posts/default/89590645'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3897061/posts/default/89590645'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littleraven79.blogspot.com/2003_02_01_archive.html#89590645' title=''/><author><name>Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09391774013489785756</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-3897061.post-89563039</id><published>2003-02-22T14:58:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-02-22T14:58:27.500-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;Comments&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not quite sure why... but i added a comments feature to my blog - so if you feel so inclined, let me know whatcha think about any of my posts....&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just click&lt;br /&gt;THERE&lt;br /&gt;     |&lt;br /&gt;     |&lt;br /&gt;     |&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3897061-89563039?l=littleraven79.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3897061/posts/default/89563039'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3897061/posts/default/89563039'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littleraven79.blogspot.com/2003_02_01_archive.html#89563039' title=''/><author><name>Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09391774013489785756</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-3897061.post-89562449</id><published>2003-02-22T14:43:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-02-22T14:43:33.873-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;If you didn't already know it.... Sarah is a blonde.....&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just almost completely messed up my blog.... but, well, It's all better now.... except for the fact that the blog right before this one now says that I posted it today, when in fact, it was originally posted yesterday... but oh well... it can't be perfect.... at least I didn't completely kill it... &lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3897061-89562449?l=littleraven79.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3897061/posts/default/89562449'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3897061/posts/default/89562449'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littleraven79.blogspot.com/2003_02_01_archive.html#89562449' title=''/><author><name>Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09391774013489785756</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-3897061.post-89561913</id><published>2003-02-22T14:30:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-02-22T14:30:26.343-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;br&gt;&lt;b&gt;An interesting question.....&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The night before last night I went out with some friends to a dance club called the Matrix.  It's basically four clubs in one - different types of music for each one. For some reason, we always end up in Club Goddess - with the pop/eighties music.  Okay ..... anyway.... So, while on a dance floor with 200-300 other people, of course it is expected that you will touch other people once in awhile, but it seems that certain "men" (I still tend to classify them as boys - but I'll be nice here) take the closeness on the dance floor as some sort of signal that girls just want to be grabbed.  Granted, I'm sure there are girls out there that go to these places for that sole reason, but I am not one of them.  &lt;br&gt; &lt;br /&gt;THE QUESTION: What is it in the brains of this certain type of "men" that makes them think that if a girl is in a club, and ACCIDENTLY makes eye contact with them (actually... sometimes that isn't even true) it is an express invitation for them to rub up against her, and grab whatever part of her body that they want???&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just curious.  &lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think some of my "favorite" (HINT-- sarcasm) moments of the evening were....&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. When a guy in a white turtleneck and a plaid shirt (you can dress yourself now... mommy doesn't need to help anymore) kept trying to move closer and closer, and eventually made me grab my friend and drag/dance her as far away as I could get.  &lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2.  When another guy kept pushing up against me from behind so I pretended to lose my balance and leaned away from him really quickly and he almost fell over - OOPS! :) &lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AND&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. When yet another guy came up behind me - without me even seeing him - grabbed my side, and proceeded to try and pull me down on his lap.  This was especially funny, because of course, I turned around, asked him who the h*** invited him to do that and waved in his face while saying - "buhbye now!" My friends got a kick out of that.  &lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway...I don't go dancing to pick up guys... who really expects to meet someone worthwhile on the dance floor of a club - after dollar drink night?  Hmm... well, not me.  Drunk men (especially ones wearing TURTLENECKS AT A CLUB) aren't exactly what I am looking for right now.  &lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just a note to men in general.... it's not a bad thing to try to dance with a girl - but at least know her name before you try to grab her a**.  Okay? Thank you, and this blog has been brought to you by the letters &lt;b&gt;N-O&lt;/b&gt; and the number &lt;b&gt;1-800-GET A CLUE&lt;/b&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3897061-89561913?l=littleraven79.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3897061/posts/default/89561913'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3897061/posts/default/89561913'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littleraven79.blogspot.com/2003_02_01_archive.html#89561913' title=''/><author><name>Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09391774013489785756</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-3897061.post-89461760</id><published>2003-02-20T18:29:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-02-22T14:39:27.000-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;Weird.....&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, yesterday I was picking up some clothes in my bedroom - and I knocked over a box of pictures on my dresser.  Sounds innocent enough right?  Well, onto my floor spilled a whole bunch of pictures with my roommate from sophmore year in them (Paula) - who I also lived with until senior year (apartment with 2 other girls, and the evil Christan Campus Hous with 7 other girls).  Seeing the pictures - I decided that  I should send some of them to her - considering I don't really need about 80 pictures of somone that I haven't even talked to in 2 years.  Last I heard, she was living in Illinois, going to grad school.  I figured it would be safe to call her parents house - they live in a town about 45 minutes outside of Philly. So, I called, her father answered, and I explained who I was, and asked if I should send the pictures to him, so that he could forward them to her, or if he had an address I could mail them to.  He asked me to hold on for a second - and all of the sudden it was Paula on the phone. Apparently, she just moved back home a few weeks ago - looking for a job in the area. Wow was that weird - We talked for a little over an hour, catching up and all.  I really can't explain how incredibly weird it felt.  It was a good thing though - I don't know if we will ever talk again - I wouldn't mind it, but I left that up to her.  We both went though some tough times, and circumstances led us to stop talking to each other.  She was one of the first really good friends I had in Pittsburgh, and even if we never talk again, I'm glad that I got to talk to her again, and put some closure on the whole thing.  &lt;br /&gt;Anyway, this was probably the most boring post I've put up here - at least to people that didn't know Paula - but it's my blog - SO THERE!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3897061-89461760?l=littleraven79.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3897061/posts/default/89461760'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3897061/posts/default/89461760'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littleraven79.blogspot.com/2003_02_01_archive.html#89461760' title=''/><author><name>Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09391774013489785756</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-3897061.post-89333246</id><published>2003-02-18T18:00:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-02-18T18:00:44.450-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;"The Biggest Storm Since 1993"&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, so it snowed quite a bit here - at least for Pittsburgh standards.  Sunday was pretty evil - not because of the snow really - but because of the CONSTANT reference to it on the TV/internet/radio.  It's JUST SNOW!  Granted, it is tuesday, and my car is still in my driveway - but this has little to do with the amount of snow, and a lot to do with the incompetance of the city and it's drivers.  You see, we are a northern state - you'd think that they would have more than 3 plows in the city... AND while they aren't talking about the snow, they are talking about the lack of salt that we have to put down on the roads - where on the river the salt is located at every hour - and how fast we are gong to get it into the city.  Great news coverage - really.  It has the feeling of Christmas Eve - when the news "follows" the progress of Santa Clause over the world... most of the population knows that it's fiction - but we watch it anyway.  &lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, anyway, last night after Dan and I watched Joe Millionare, Dan went into the back room to get his shoes so he could walk home.  While back there, he heard someone's tires squealing.  So, we got all bundled up, and went outside to help a girl push her car into her garage.  Explain to me why snow is such a big deal here.  As most of you know, I'm from the Rochester NY area, where are motto should be - "If the snow isn't taller than you are - you better get your a** to work".  While I can't say that I shoveled the snow everyday or anything crazy like that - I at least know how!  Rather than trying to dig a way out - people around here just figure - I'll gun it - and the car will get out - and if not, I'll just call in sick.  I think they should just call in stupid - I mean - it's not like we live in Florida.  SNOW HAPPENS.  Get a shovel - and get yourself out.  Okay..... rant over.... &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3897061-89333246?l=littleraven79.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3897061/posts/default/89333246'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3897061/posts/default/89333246'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littleraven79.blogspot.com/2003_02_01_archive.html#89333246' title=''/><author><name>Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09391774013489785756</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-3897061.post-89252169</id><published>2003-02-17T13:34:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-02-17T13:36:55.000-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;Worlds Combine....&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;a href="http://weblog.siliconvalley.com/column/dangillmor/archives/000802.shtml#000802"&gt;Google buys Pyra (Blogger).&lt;/a&gt; Hopefully this is a good thing!  &lt;br&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3897061-89252169?l=littleraven79.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3897061/posts/default/89252169'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3897061/posts/default/89252169'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littleraven79.blogspot.com/2003_02_01_archive.html#89252169' title=''/><author><name>Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09391774013489785756</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-3897061.post-89199755</id><published>2003-02-16T15:30:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-02-17T13:37:16.000-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;Dueling Pianos&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Imagine a giant partially drunken sing-a-long, with two guys at pianos, taking requests for whatever song you want to force a large group of people to sing-a-long to.  This is Sing Sing, Pittsburgh's only dueling piano bar (that I know of).  &lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was privileged enough to experience this phenomenon with some friends last night.  Al and Jamie came to pick me up, and we picked up our friend Angela on the way.  As we entered the place, and received "Past Due" stamps on our hands for being of age, we could hear the lovely sounds of two baby grand pianos, and two guys singing Adam Sandler's "Lunch Lady Land".  Woah. As we walked farther in, I was surprised to see, the two pianos, that looked like they have had much better days, in the center of the room, one being played by what looked like a crazed Steelers fan - complete with jersey and terrible towel on his piano next to him, and the other being played by a younger guy with jeans and a t-shirt that said "Got Milk - Need Pie".  Can't say I expected that!  &lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As we finally found seats, the younger guy stood up, put on a baseball hat backwards, and proceeded to "sing" the latest hit by Eminem.  He jumped up on top of the two pianos, yelling at the top of his lungs, and I couldn't help but think back to when I was taking piano lessons, and hear the scolding voice of my teacher "Respect the instrument!!!". I'm guessing these guys weren't particularly concerned with that piece of advice.  Yet, they must have learned something at those lessons, because no matter what song was requested - they could pick right up on it - playing right with one another - hardly ever missing a beat.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After hearing a medley of songs, ranging from our national anthem (which was requested by someone who wrote "play something patriotic - F**k IRAQ") to John Mellencamp's "Jack and Diane" to some 80's "hair-metal" band song, I realized something quite interesting. These guys were taking anywhere from $5 to $45 to play a single song.  You see, the requests were made by putting a yellow request slip on top of one of the pianos, and while money was optional - it was never frowned upon.  At one point - they had a competition as to which school's fight song they would play - money was flying from that one.  Slippery Rock - Penn State - University of Pittsburgh - it was incredible the amount of money that ended up coming from that one request. Angela and I estimated that it was at least $150 if not a lot more.  Another interesting way that they made money was to play a song that was requested - and say something like "$6 and we'll stop playing this crappy song".  This was the first time I really regretted quitting piano lessons - one night - probably around $1500 in tips - split between the four guys that were rotating turns at the pianos.  I'm so sorry Mom - you told me to stick with it!  &lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I guess I'll wrap it up by saying that I WILL be going back to this "giant drunken sing-a-long" again in the near future.  Where else can you feel like you are singing along to the radio - and be laughing at 200 other people that are doing the same thing?!?!&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3897061-89199755?l=littleraven79.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3897061/posts/default/89199755'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3897061/posts/default/89199755'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littleraven79.blogspot.com/2003_02_01_archive.html#89199755' title=''/><author><name>Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09391774013489785756</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-3897061.post-89180288</id><published>2003-02-16T03:53:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-02-17T13:37:35.000-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;Try this out....&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.quizie.com/test.php?testid=193718&amp;rn=%n"&gt;Do you really know me? - This quiz will tell ya&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3897061-89180288?l=littleraven79.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3897061/posts/default/89180288'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3897061/posts/default/89180288'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littleraven79.blogspot.com/2003_02_01_archive.html#89180288' title=''/><author><name>Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09391774013489785756</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-3897061.post-88577010</id><published>2003-02-05T01:33:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-02-05T01:33:22.153-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;An Exciting Evening&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, Dan asked me earlier to go out for coffee tonight - around 10 pm.  We do this quite often, so of course, I was up for it.  We drove to Eat and Park at the Waterfront - and had or normal wonderful conversation.  The drive there was nothing - normal snow on the ground.  During the time that we were sitting at the restaurant - we saw it start to snow quite heavily.  Didn't think much of it, come on - I'm from Rochester NY - I should be able to drive in snow!  Well, although this is still true - it doesn't mean that other people can drive in the snow - and we also didn't expect the road that we need to take back to Shadyside to be covered with ICE!  So, first, we have to go up a ramp to get out of the Waterfront complex.  We come to the stop sign right before it, and low and behold - there is a van - stuck on the ramp - which leads to a bridge - in the middle of both lanes.  Not wanting to risk it, we found a different way to get onto the bridge, and went across it - to find what you ask?  Brownsville Road (which we just found out the name of today) was a COMPLETE SHEET OF ICE.  We are inching up along the road - and we come to a Wendy's.  I decided, rather than trying to kill myself and my friend Dan, we will go into the parking lot - and see if we can wait for a salt truck to come down the street or something.  Well, we ended up sitting in the parking lot for over an hour - no salt truck or plow in sight.  Some of the Wendy's employees came out and even offered us coffee....quote from Dan "What a bonding experience" .  :)  &lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally, we decide to brave the road.  I have to work at 8:30 am - and he has a paper to finish - and more importantly - I NEED TO PEE!  I had figured that we would have been home before midnight, and at this point, it is 12:40 or so.  We pull around to the other side of Wendy's, talk to a guy through the drive through window (the drive through is open - but of course they won't let me in the building to go to the bathroom!) and he tells us that the parkway is completely closed, but other than that - it's just all ice on the road.  So, we let my bladder do the talking - we were leaving.  Well, we made it back - I dropped him off at his apartment and came home - trip time? about 30 minutes (from the Wendy's it's usually about a 10-15 min drive) and was able to use the bathroom.  Of course, by this point, I have had 3 cups of coffee - and am probably going to be awake until I have to go to work in the morning. How wonderful...... But, I have to say - at least it made a good enough story for a blog. &lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just one note though - you would think - Pittsburgh being a northern state - they would invest in more than ONE snow plow for the city - I swear - it's just one guy or something that plows.... and when he needs to sleep - we are all just left to fend for ourselves in random Wendy's parking lots.  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3897061-88577010?l=littleraven79.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3897061/posts/default/88577010'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3897061/posts/default/88577010'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littleraven79.blogspot.com/2003_02_01_archive.html#88577010' title=''/><author><name>Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09391774013489785756</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-3897061.post-88465560</id><published>2003-02-03T05:21:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-02-03T05:21:39.473-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;An Ode to Insomnia&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, how I love you insomnia - What would I be missing if I didn't have you in my life???&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Without you, I would not know the joys of infomercials.&lt;br /&gt;2. Without you, I might still own a book that I haven't read 10 times. &lt;br /&gt;3. Without you, my movies would still be un-alphabatized. &lt;br /&gt;4. Without you, I would still be unaware of the fact that if I were a cyborg, my name would stand for Synthetic Artificial Repair and Assassination Humanoid. &lt;br /&gt;5. Without you, I would miss the joys of Full House re-runs that only run at 4am on Monday morning.  &lt;br /&gt;6. Without you, my clothing still wouldn't be organized by color, type, and style in my closet. &lt;br /&gt;7. Without you, my Aladdin coloring book would still be left unfinished. &lt;br /&gt;8. Without you, I wouldn't be able to recite The Lord of the Rings movie....practically verbatim.&lt;br /&gt;9. Without you, I wouldn't know that the person that lives in the apartment above me gets up at 3 am every morning to go to work, and listens to Michael Bolton while getting ready. &lt;br /&gt;10. Without you, I just wouldn't have time to contemplate the big questions in life. Like, If a tree falls in the forest, and no one is there to hear it - does it make a sound? (originally I would have said no - because sound is only considered sound when the wave that is made can be received by an ear....but then I thought - what if someone put a tape recorder in the woods - and listen to the tape later - Now the sound wasn't heard until later, so did the tree technically not make a sound until it was heard by an ear? But then again - it was recorded, so that is a form of a receiver... but that is mechanically reproduced........okay...nevermind.....).&lt;br /&gt;11. Without you, my blog would have gone without an update tonight.  &lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, while all of this is true - I think that I am ready to part ways with you, insomnia. We should just be friends, and maybe occasionally, we can spend time together, because I know that you will miss me, as I will miss you.  And I just want you to know - that it's not you - it's me.  I just have some fear of commitment issues, and I need to figure out who I am in this world, before getting seriously involved.  It has been fun, but I am going to have to ask you to move on, as I will..... &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3897061-88465560?l=littleraven79.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3897061/posts/default/88465560'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3897061/posts/default/88465560'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littleraven79.blogspot.com/2003_02_01_archive.html#88465560' title=''/><author><name>Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09391774013489785756</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-3897061.post-88450906</id><published>2003-02-02T22:15:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-02-03T00:09:50.000-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;Zvonko "Bill" Omanovic&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My best friend's father passed away today.  He died of complications associated with lung cancer.  An amazing man, who always made me feel completely welcome in his family.  He was always telling me, "You must move to Florida to be closer to us".  I'll always remember him trying to understand my directions as we were driving into downtown Pittsburgh to get to Aleksandra's graduation - and watching him and Alex dance the night away to salsa music.  I've never felt more excepted into a family outside of my own than I was into their family.  Quite a few times he called me one of his daughters, and considering the company I was keeping in that group - I will always feel completely honored to hold that title.  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3897061-88450906?l=littleraven79.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3897061/posts/default/88450906'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3897061/posts/default/88450906'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littleraven79.blogspot.com/2003_02_01_archive.html#88450906' title=''/><author><name>Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09391774013489785756</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-3897061.post-88372139</id><published>2003-02-01T05:10:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-02-01T05:10:07.410-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;Still Waiting&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Still here waiting for my ex-roommate Mike to call and return the keys - it's getting quite annoying - but to tell you the truth, I think that is his goal - to annoy the heck out of me.  But anyway..... &lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, I went over to Charles and Al's again for movie night - We watched "Catch Me if You Can".  It was a pretty good movie - interesting because they focused so much on the father-son relationship that was formed between Leonardo DiCaprio's character and Tom Hanks character.  Being based on a true story, I expected it to be more of an mild action/comedy flick, yet it actually had quite a bit of substance.  What a nice suprise that was. &lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, after the movie, Dan, Al, Jamie, Charles and I went over to Eat and Park - being one of the very few establishments open during our time of socialization.  I just got home (4:45am), and have not slept for about 3 days.... hmm... insomnia is quite enjoyable.  Alright, maybe not. &lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I have found a new addiction.  A singer named Jason Mraz.  I saw him on Carson a week or so ago, and being the way I am, decided to find as much of his music as I could.  I like his music so much, that if I have get any expendable income in the future.... I just might actually BUY A CD.... now, that says a lot. &lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay - well, that's enough babbling for the time being.  Til next time - remember, "Inside every older person, is a younger person wondering.....WHAT THE HELL HAPPENED???" yep - I'm so deep....or something..... &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3897061-88372139?l=littleraven79.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3897061/posts/default/88372139'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3897061/posts/default/88372139'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littleraven79.blogspot.com/2003_02_01_archive.html#88372139' title=''/><author><name>Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09391774013489785756</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-3897061.post-88035296</id><published>2003-01-26T00:41:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-01-26T00:41:34.253-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;Elisa visits&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So... Elisa, one of my girls from back in the day is visiting me today.  She is staring at the computer screen as I type in fact.  She has talked STRAIGHT since like 8:30pm..... we are going on four hours now..... I think she took a break once to go to the bathroom.  It's cool though - It's a very good thing sometimes to just vent to someone, and I don't mind being that person.  I can't think of one topic that she hasn't hit on yet......well, she is still going..... so I better get back to listening..... :) &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3897061-88035296?l=littleraven79.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3897061/posts/default/88035296'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3897061/posts/default/88035296'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littleraven79.blogspot.com/2003_01_01_archive.html#88035296' title=''/><author><name>Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09391774013489785756</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-3897061.post-87987513</id><published>2003-01-24T21:13:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-01-24T21:13:03.450-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;Never a normal day....&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;People used to explore the dimensions of reality by taking LSD to make the world look weird. &lt;br /&gt;Now the world is weird and they take Prozac to make it look normal. &lt;br /&gt;-Bangstrom &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, today was weird in a good way.  A couple of things happened. I had dinner with an old friend that I hadn't really spent time with since February of last year, Addie.   It was great catching up, and learn about how we have both been working towards being the people that we really want to be.   Hopefully we will keep in touch more now!  &lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also, my old boss, Anita called me.  I sent her a christmas card, but didn't really expect to hear back from her (she had a baby recently - and was always incredibly busy to begin with).  She left two messages, so I'll have to call her back tomorrow - but just the fact that she called, made me smile.  I could even hear the baby in the backround! &lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I am off to watch some movies with a bunch of people over at Charles and Al's apartment.  Should be a fun evening.  We always end up talking over the movies about something or other anyway.  Here is to a great weekend!  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3897061-87987513?l=littleraven79.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3897061/posts/default/87987513'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3897061/posts/default/87987513'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littleraven79.blogspot.com/2003_01_01_archive.html#87987513' title=''/><author><name>Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09391774013489785756</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-3897061.post-87887003</id><published>2003-01-23T02:01:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-01-23T02:01:01.193-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;Today was an interesting day.....&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anything and everything that could happen today..... DID.....read on if you really want to know --- WARNING --- May be confusing - but that is my life......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So...today, first thing today I had a run in with my roommates boyfriend John.  Let me tell you how fun that was.  First of all.... John is flaming - yet says "i don't think I dress gay - I don't think I talk gay" all while flapping his hands about, and prancing around the house.  Okay - so that actually had nothing to do with the story - but I found it funny - so you know what - I decided that I could put it up here....Anyway - so the second I wake up - John is sitting on the couch - drinking coffee, watching TV - and just gives me a look like I told him I killed Judy Collins or something.  I ask him why he is here - seeing as how he doesn't live here - and -----okay wait ---- I guess you would need a bit of backround first..... here goes........&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12.1.02 - Mike moves in officially&lt;br /&gt;12.13.02 - Mike meets John - approx.&lt;br /&gt;12.15.02 - John comes to the apartment for the first time &lt;br /&gt;12.15.02 - John sleeps at the apartment for the first time &lt;br /&gt;12.16.02 - John sleeps at the apartment &lt;br /&gt;12.17.02 - John sleeps at the apartment &lt;br /&gt;12.18.02 - John sleeps at the apartment &lt;br /&gt;12.19.02 - John sleeps at the apartment &lt;br /&gt;12.20.02 - John sleeps at the apartment (Sarah goes home for Christmas)&lt;br /&gt;12.21.02 - John sleeps at the apartment &lt;br /&gt;12.22.02 - John sleeps at the apartment &lt;br /&gt;12.23.02 - John sleeps at the apartment&lt;br /&gt;12.24.02 - Mike goes home for Christmas&lt;br /&gt;12.28.02 - Mike and Sarah come back from Christmas - John sleeps at the apartment &lt;br /&gt;12.29.02 - John sleeps at the apartment &lt;br /&gt;12.30.02 - John sleeps at the apartment &lt;br /&gt;12.31.02 - John sleeps at the apartment &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now - bear in mind that when I said sleeps at the apartment - that doesn't mean that he goes home during the day - In fact - he told a friend of mine that he "only goes home to do laundry"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay - on with it....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1.1.03 - John sleeps at the apartment (Happy New Year ... or something)&lt;br /&gt;1.2.03 - John sleeps at the apartment &lt;br /&gt;1.3.03 - John sleeps at the apartment &lt;br /&gt;1.4.03 - John sleeps at the apartment &lt;br /&gt;1.5.03 - John sleeps at the apartment &lt;br /&gt;1.6.03 - John sleeps at the apartment (Mike starts his new job - John is now here during the day when Mike is at work)&lt;br /&gt;1.7.03 - John sleeps at the apartment &lt;br /&gt;1.8.03 - John sleeps at the apartment &lt;br /&gt;1.9.03 - John sleeps at the apartment &lt;br /&gt;1.10.03 - John sleeps at the apartment &lt;br /&gt;1.11.03 - John sleeps at the apartment &lt;br /&gt;1.12.03 - John sleeps at the apartment &lt;br /&gt;1.13.03 - John sleeps at the apartment &lt;br /&gt;1.14.03 - John sleeps at the apartment &lt;br /&gt;1.15.03 - John sleeps at the apartment &lt;br /&gt;1.16.03 - John sleeps at the apartment &lt;br /&gt;1.17.03 - John sleeps at the apartment &lt;br /&gt;1.18.03 - John sleeps at the apartment &lt;br /&gt;1.19.03 - John sleeps at the apartment (Sarah and Mike have a talk about how John should go home once in awhile....and that Sarah doesn't want John in the house when Mike isn't there -you see...Sarah doesn't trust John.  Mike agrees that he shouldn't be there when he isn't and says he will talk to him)&lt;br /&gt;1.20.03 - John stays until about 8pm - and then goes home - at the request of Mike (I have a theory that this is only because one of Mike's ex's was visiting me....and Mike still has feelings for him)&lt;br /&gt;1.21.03 - John sleeps at the apartment &lt;br /&gt;1.22.03 ---- And so we get to today ----- &lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;as I was saying before I wake up this morning - John on the couch - I mention to him that I have to take a shower - he is very rude to me.... and we start talking about how he doesn't actually LIVE HERE!!!!  Argument........some of my favorite quotes from it.....&lt;br&gt;Me: "John - you don't pay rent here" &lt;br&gt;John: "Well you know that money that Mike gave you for rent?  Well I gave him $200 of that money"&lt;br&gt;Me: "Mike has never given me money for rent this month - and if he did - It doesn't matter to me where he got it.... that doesn't mean you live here"&lt;br&gt; &lt;br&gt;John: "Well, I'm sitting here on Mike's couch - watching Mike's TV - drinking coffee from Mike's coffee maker" &lt;br&gt;Me:"Who's coffee is it? hmm.... that would be mine" (thinking in my head - and my electricity that runs the coffee maker, and the TV - and the lights - and my money that pays for the space for the COUCH TO BE IN!!!! - but I am too nice to say that....)&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Anyway--- so this all ended with him leaving.... oh darn....and I'll miss him so much - truthfully - I never cared about him being here all the time - as long as MIKE was here too - I mean - I don't know this guy from a random person on the street - he never made a real effort to get to know him - and I DON'T TRUST HIM. &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;okay okay okay ---- so... the rest of the day - Jeff and I spend the day together (Jeff came to visit me) and had a pretty nice day - saw an excellent movie - Chicago - and basically just tried to have a good day together despite what was going on with Mike and John.  &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;When we got home from the movie - I recieved a call from one of the lawyers working on the case that I testified awhile ago.  She informed me that the man on trial had a 90% chance of being let out of jail.  Hmm.... made my day so much better.  &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt; MIKE COMES HOME------ he comes in the back door - with John - locks the door - only comes out for a minute to go to the bathroom and pick up all of their stuff (oh - John apparently had his own drawer in the bathroom - ooh - that's really not living here - right?) --- and proceeds to pack up his entire room - and move his stuff out.  At the time - I was upset - but now - I am just glad I have the house to myself.  Mike never tried to talk to me about anything - just decides that a friendship that has been cultivated over 10 years is not as important to him as booty.  hmm.... PRIORITIES PEOPLE!!!!! &lt;br&gt; So.... there is so much more to tell - but I am afraid that I am going to develop carpal tunnel - so I think I am going to stop for now - but you get the general idea.  I am just so thankful for real friends in my life --- Dan, Mike (Wyant), and Jeff especially - for today.  And I don't believe that even if he wants to - Mike will be living with me again.  I hope this relationship works out for him - because if not - I'm not taking him back into this household.  That is for sure.  Bye bye to fake friends...... &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3897061-87887003?l=littleraven79.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3897061/posts/default/87887003'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3897061/posts/default/87887003'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littleraven79.blogspot.com/2003_01_01_archive.html#87887003' title=''/><author><name>Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09391774013489785756</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-3897061.post-87762995</id><published>2003-01-20T22:32:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-01-20T22:32:59.383-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;An Ode to Friends of the Past&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Things here are as odd as always - people coming in and out of life....and some are constant as ever.  when I look back at the people that I have considered my friends over the years, I am not upset at the ones that have left.  They weren't worth my time anyway.  I've realized that now, when they come up in my mind, the memories are no longer bittersweet.  They are just non-important.  My personality was shaped by these relationships, and I can't say that I am incredibly happy with that.  I wasted my time, energy, and quite a bit of money on people that in the end, I just wish that I had never met.  It wasn't worth the effort.  Yet, being the person that I will always be, I constantly allow people to use me.  Maybe someday these people will realize that using people may help them feel like they are getting ahead in life, but eventually......... &lt;br&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3897061-87762995?l=littleraven79.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3897061/posts/default/87762995'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3897061/posts/default/87762995'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littleraven79.blogspot.com/2003_01_01_archive.html#87762995' title=''/><author><name>Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09391774013489785756</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-3897061.post-86938710</id><published>2003-01-04T19:03:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-01-04T19:03:31.403-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;Lizzie Visits&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, I'm sitting here with my friend Lizzie, trying to sell the wonderful uses of a blog.... maybe someday I'll be able to link her blog off of mine. We will have to see..... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just a side note - MY ROOM IS FINALLY FINISHED!!!! WOOHOO for me. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3897061-86938710?l=littleraven79.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3897061/posts/default/86938710'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3897061/posts/default/86938710'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littleraven79.blogspot.com/2003_01_01_archive.html#86938710' title=''/><author><name>Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09391774013489785756</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-3897061.post-86829309</id><published>2003-01-02T09:45:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-01-02T09:46:37.000-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;Yes, I'm still alive&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's been too long....and yet, as I sit here, I am drawing a blank as to what to write about.  I am in the process of putting my room back together - Mike has moved out of my room, and into Evan's old room (Evan moved to South Oakland).  YAY!  I have my whole room back.  Although Mike was not a bad roommate at all.  It is just nice to have the space back.  I own too much stuff - I'm a pack rat or something.  Anyway,  I am going to get back to putting this place back together, and then run a whole bunch of errands for the day.... I didn't sleep last night, so we will have to see how long I can stay awake before crashing!!!  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3897061-86829309?l=littleraven79.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3897061/posts/default/86829309'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3897061/posts/default/86829309'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littleraven79.blogspot.com/2003_01_01_archive.html#86829309' title=''/><author><name>Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09391774013489785756</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-3897061.post-86155429</id><published>2002-12-17T02:23:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2002-12-17T02:23:50.610-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;Night of Fun&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, I just got home from going out with Mike, Becca and Travis (and a bunch of Travis' work buddies).  It was great.  We went to a bar out in Monroeville, and then over to get something to eat near where Travis and Becca's apartment is.  I am going to miss them so much.  They are leaving for Costa Rica in about 10 days.  They're driving there - I don't think I've ever heard of someone driving to Costa Rica - but if anyone was going to do it, then it would be those two.  Maybe I'll go down and visit them for a weekend or something... they said to come down any time, and Travis pointed out that he wouldn't be working while they were down there (Becca is taking a semester of school while there), so he might want some company every once in awhile..  Well, we will just have to see.  Seeing as how the farthest I've ever been out of the country is the Bahamas, maybe it would be good to take a trip like that.  Hey - now all I have to do is come up with the money - HA - that'll be the day!  Alright, well, off to bed for me....... &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3897061-86155429?l=littleraven79.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3897061/posts/default/86155429'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3897061/posts/default/86155429'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littleraven79.blogspot.com/2002_12_01_archive.html#86155429' title=''/><author><name>Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09391774013489785756</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-3897061.post-86014261</id><published>2002-12-14T22:23:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2002-12-15T01:51:46.000-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;Pot in the bathroom&lt;/b&gt; &lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, my roommate - Evan - the one that is leaving at the end of the month because I told him he had to, has decided that it would be a good idea to go into the bathroom, smoke pot, and then take a shower so that the smell would go away - what an idiot.  I was in college - i know what pot smells like....and he just comes out like nothing is wrong, and proceeds to WATCH Mike and I clean the apartment, when he helped mess it up.  This is not cool with me.  Mike's parents are coming over tomorrow as I mentioned before - and he picks TODAY?!?!?! to light up in the bathroom?  Whatever... &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3897061-86014261?l=littleraven79.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3897061/posts/default/86014261'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3897061/posts/default/86014261'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littleraven79.blogspot.com/2002_12_01_archive.html#86014261' title=''/><author><name>Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09391774013489785756</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-3897061.post-86007657</id><published>2002-12-14T18:37:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2002-12-14T18:37:37.560-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;Cleaning Saturday&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, since Mike's parents are brining some of his stuff down to pittsburgh tomorrow - I decided to give the whole apartment an intense cleaning.  Now, bear in mind, Evan and I have lived here since August, and I have been the only one that has ever cleaned this place at all.  So, it really needs it.  I can't seem to completely clean the living room however, because Evan is in there - very odd for him to be home, but I take it his girlfriend? has left town, so we have the pleasure of his company for the next couple of days most likely.  Woohoo for us.  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3897061-86007657?l=littleraven79.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3897061/posts/default/86007657'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3897061/posts/default/86007657'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littleraven79.blogspot.com/2002_12_01_archive.html#86007657' title=''/><author><name>Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09391774013489785756</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-3897061.post-85981465</id><published>2002-12-14T01:19:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2002-12-14T01:21:25.000-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;Linux Sucks&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It has come to my attention that there is a linux user in east pittsburgh that is viewing my blog often.... If you are who I believe you to be.... get a life, and leave mine alone.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you, and this has been an informative post, brought to you by linuxsucks Inc.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3897061-85981465?l=littleraven79.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3897061/posts/default/85981465'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3897061/posts/default/85981465'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littleraven79.blogspot.com/2002_12_01_archive.html#85981465' title=''/><author><name>Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09391774013489785756</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-3897061.post-85980513</id><published>2002-12-14T00:49:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2002-12-14T00:49:51.520-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'> &lt;b&gt; Friday the 13th&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Earlier today I woke up with an awful stomach ache... norbert is acting up again.  So, needless to say, I wasn't going to be able to go out tonight.  Which actually seemed to have helped my apartment, seeing as how I ended up spending 3 hours cleaning the kitchen alone - I looked like Susy Homemaker or something.  But let me tell you something - that sucker is CLEAN!  &lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My roommate on the other hand, has been watching South Park episodes on his computer since about 4 o'clock this afternoon.  What exciting lives we lead.  &lt;br&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3897061-85980513?l=littleraven79.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3897061/posts/default/85980513'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3897061/posts/default/85980513'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littleraven79.blogspot.com/2002_12_01_archive.html#85980513' title=''/><author><name>Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09391774013489785756</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-3897061.post-85865071</id><published>2002-12-11T19:19:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2002-12-11T19:19:55.406-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;The interesting life of Sarah&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, here I am at my computer again, contemplating life... Hmm... seeing as how mine isn't very interesting at present day, I'm not really sure where I will be going from this. &lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My roommate Mike is still asleep - I'm not sure when he went to bed last night - but it still is an awful long time to sleep.  He is very moody when he wakes up - he assumes that everything I say to him is meant to be a cut of some sort.  Well, that will teach me to talk to him early in his morning.  &lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm almost done with my christmas cards... yay for me or something.  Now all I need to do is actually compile all the addresses, and send them out before it's too late.  Hmm.... &lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay - so that was so boring that it almost put me to sleep, and it's my life.  isn't that sad?  So I guess I'll talk about other people's lives... &lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dan just gave his final presentation of the semester - on sewers. I don't know how he does it.  I think I'd rather kill myself than give a presentation like that.  He said it went well, but how well exactly can a talk about the bowel movements of a community go? Hm..won't waste too much time on that one.  I am however incredibly proud of him for getting it all done, and not resorting to any sort of violence.  He is stronger than I...&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Evan is moving out soon.  I have mixed feelings about this one, but I'm glad that he has a place to go.  I have to hear everything about the move through the grapevine of course, as he is saying very little to me about anything.  He apparenty is moving in with Cass, a friend of his, who's father isn't so sure that she should be living with a guy.  Well, all the luck in the world to ya Cass... it should be an interesting ride.  I think that they will be much better off than Evan and I were, considering how long Evan and I have known each other.... it just wasn't a good step for us.  Hindsight is 20/20 isn't it? &lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have been talking more and more to an old friend that I hadn't talked to since High School, the other Mike (kinda like the other white meat), It's great to be talking to someone who understands my HS years, yet has gotten out of Hilton just like I did.  It is such a rare thing nowadays.  People from our town tend to stay in our town.  Hopefully I won't end up back there except to visit my family.  Personally, I think Rochester tends to have an evil cloud over it, and all the surrounding suburbs.... I'm not sure how to explain exactly, but if you are from the area, I'm sure you understand.  &lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, that seems like enough from me for today....maybe I'll actually write more frequently on this again.  that would be a novel idea wouldn't it?  &lt;br&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3897061-85865071?l=littleraven79.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3897061/posts/default/85865071'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3897061/posts/default/85865071'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littleraven79.blogspot.com/2002_12_01_archive.html#85865071' title=''/><author><name>Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09391774013489785756</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-3897061.post-85801984</id><published>2002-12-10T16:39:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2002-12-11T19:22:04.000-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;The interview....&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;Hi there.  So, I'm sick. Which is ever so helpful when I am trying to get a job.  Hmm... I can just imagine.... &lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Employeer:  "Well Sarah, we were impressed by your resume, and we would like to discuss the posibility of a position for you within our company"&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: "COUGH, GAG, SNEEZE, HACK"&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E: *backing away quickly* "Well, maybe we should reconsider. Um, please leave so that we may disinfect our offices!" &lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;M: "No!  SNEEZE, HACK, I really want, COUGH, this job "&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The end.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What a beautiful picture that paints. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3897061-85801984?l=littleraven79.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3897061/posts/default/85801984'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3897061/posts/default/85801984'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littleraven79.blogspot.com/2002_12_01_archive.html#85801984' title=''/><author><name>Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09391774013489785756</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-3897061.post-85575449</id><published>2002-12-05T23:26:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2002-12-05T23:26:00.923-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;La la la....&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I am bored.... not incredibly bored....but bored nonetheless.... I accidentally took a picture of myself the other day... and it is really freaking me out now.... I showed it to a friend of mine, and they said I look like drew barrymore!  I was like...um...not again - I went through that before... Anyway, he sent me a pic of the painting in Ever After the movie... and dammit - the picture matches almost exactly....scary!  Well, that is enough from me tonight - no witty comments, I'm too out of it for that..... buh bye.... &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3897061-85575449?l=littleraven79.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3897061/posts/default/85575449'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3897061/posts/default/85575449'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littleraven79.blogspot.com/2002_12_01_archive.html#85575449' title=''/><author><name>Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09391774013489785756</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-3897061.post-85244877</id><published>2002-11-29T02:49:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2002-11-29T02:49:44.663-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;Thanksgiving&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So today was pretty fun - spent the day mostly with family...played Scat - lost one game...but I won $6 during the other... :) ROCK ON!  Then after my grandparents headed off back to Medina, My parents and I went to go and see Santa Clause 2.  It was okay... well, it was entertaining... that's about it... Anyway... then Jamie and I went out, and as ALWAYS, ended up at Denny's... I really don't like that place at all.. but it seems we always end up there somehow.... well, that about sums up my day - and now I just have to convince myself to go to sleep... HA!!!  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3897061-85244877?l=littleraven79.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3897061/posts/default/85244877'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3897061/posts/default/85244877'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littleraven79.blogspot.com/2002_11_01_archive.html#85244877' title=''/><author><name>Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09391774013489785756</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-3897061.post-85153413</id><published>2002-11-27T04:21:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2002-12-10T16:41:39.000-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;br&gt; &lt;b&gt;And she finally writes….&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So this past week or so has been crazy.... but surprisingly enough, I am incredibly happy right now.. I'm not completely sure as to why... but I feel a sense of calm that I haven't experienced in as long as I can remember.  &lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So the trial was this week.... Monday was an interesting day... I had to go to court... was called some interesting things by the defense... was informed of some things that I never wanted to know, and then had to go home, and act like nothing was wrong. What a way to spend a Monday morning.  Oh - and I might have to go in again soon.... AND.... there is a possibility of a mistrial - so I may even have to do this ALL OVER AGAIN... I love our legal system... really I do.... lol....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;So... the past few weeks....Hmm... where to start.... Well, after I went home the other weekend, I started into a downward spiral.... It all began with hearing that I was going to testify at the trial....which I had heard about the possibility, but I hadn't been informed of the date until right before I left for Rachacha..&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You see, I have this evil tendency... as I was just explaining to a good friend of mine... when I feel like I can't control my life... I cling to what I can control, and manipulate it as much as possible.  In this case, it would be the relationships with the people around me.  I have a destructive personality in general, and when I feel like nothing is going right, I destroy everything that I can so that there is some consistency in my life.  Now, this may not make complete sense, but it is my life – and who says it really has to make sense?  &lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So anyway, I started to attack most of the good relationships in my life.  Acting like a crazy person… not trying to take other peoples feelings into consideration, and sometimes just being a plain b*tch. I am quite good at that…. Not surprising.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay… and then, I decide that nothing good can come of going to the trial.  The denial of ever being able to make a difference played a large role in this.  I’m not sure if I actually did make a difference, but hey – at this point, I’m just glad that I did all that I could.   &lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then I start pushing my family away…never a good idea for me… my family is the one constant thing in my life…and nothing good has ever come from pushing them away… I have tried in the past… I should have realized that it wasn’t going to do any good now either. &lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay okay okay… enough of that… since it is almost Thanksgiving.. I am going to start my things that I am thankful list right now…. It may be long… so please bear with me! &lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In no particular order….&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- The trial…for some reason…I am incredibly thankful for this actually happening…&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- My family…without whom I don’t even want to think about where I would be… &lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- My friends - &lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mike (Lill) – for coming back into my life, and helping me through this past week…I think we have spent more time together recently than our high school years combined! &lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dan – for always being able to tell me how things really are – and for never giving up on me through the years.  And for the constant stream of interesting articles to keep my insomnia alive… &lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aleks – for being the type of friend that I can call even after lack of communication for weeks, and never feel like we have lost that connection… &lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Becca – for being the greatest sounding board ever, and for always making me feel welcome in your life…&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Al – for always telling me to “Shut up”… and spending time in the “Vortex”…&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jamie – for always keeping in contact…and always being a good friend…&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wes – for being my “lil brother” and always forcing me to write in my blog…&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So this is small list…but you get the idea…&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***man do I sound like a bad yearbook signature/acceptance speech… my apologies…&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Pittsburgh…even though I complain about the town sometimes… I enjoy my time here, and I love that it is close to so much…&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- The fact that I am happy…and healthy…for once in my life!… &lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So there is so much more… but I’m getting to the point where I am sickening even myself with how sappy I am being… so I am choosing to stop before I begin to go crazy… (I know…too late) &lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well this seems to be long enough for my taste… so I’m going to try to go to sleep again… HA  I have a long day ahead of me… wish me luck, and I’ll write more soon…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3897061-85153413?l=littleraven79.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3897061/posts/default/85153413'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3897061/posts/default/85153413'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littleraven79.blogspot.com/2002_11_01_archive.html#85153413' title=''/><author><name>Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09391774013489785756</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-3897061.post-84858690</id><published>2002-11-21T02:25:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2002-11-21T02:25:48.236-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;Long Awaited Post&lt;/b&gt; &lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well then, it's been awhile since I wrote anything on here - Sorry about that.  I went away this past weekend, and since then my life has been a bit of a whirlwind.  I went back to Rachacha, and spent a couple nights out - get this, at a gay club called TILT... I know - not quite my scene.  It was an incredible time however.  Now Mike is in town with me, and considering moving out to Pittsburgh.  Hopefully he will make the right decision for himself.  We are just going to go back home to Hilton over Thanksgiving, and figure it out for sure.  Hey - It would be an interesting experience now wouldn't it?  We'll just have to see.... Okay, well, I am off to bed now, I'll try to write about my experiences over the past weekend later... when I have more brain power to get through it!  Night!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3897061-84858690?l=littleraven79.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3897061/posts/default/84858690'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3897061/posts/default/84858690'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littleraven79.blogspot.com/2002_11_01_archive.html#84858690' title=''/><author><name>Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09391774013489785756</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-3897061.post-84501559</id><published>2002-11-13T20:52:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2002-11-13T20:52:23.010-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;Nothin' Much...&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So nothing incredibly exciting is going on right now - Today was boring. I have however decided that I am going home this weekend.  I think that I need it.  My mother is like "I want that car to last - you shouldn't be driving it all over the place" I guess she is right - I have been back to Rochester, to Corning, to Cleveland a couple times, to DC and all over VA for a few days..... all in the past two months.  I have a few reasons for going back to my lil hometown though - so as my father said - it's not like she will push me out on the street if I just show up at home.  And if she does, I'll go to Jamie's house!  Yep - that's the plan.... &lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My friend Becca stopped by today, and we went over to Brugger's to get some dinner in her before she had class... she has been such a good friend to me over the past few months.  It's great to have someone around that doesn't judge me for my past.  She is a sweetheart.  &lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dan had his interview with GAO today - I hope that it went well.  He really deserves that job!  &lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay - that is all from me at the moment - I think tonight will be less of an insomnia night...I feel a little tired already and it is only 9pm!  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3897061-84501559?l=littleraven79.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3897061/posts/default/84501559'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3897061/posts/default/84501559'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littleraven79.blogspot.com/2002_11_01_archive.html#84501559' title=''/><author><name>Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09391774013489785756</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-3897061.post-84453829</id><published>2002-11-12T23:04:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2002-11-12T23:05:25.000-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;I want to paint....&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So yesterday's blog was incredibly informative... wasn't it?  I ended up sleeping a lot more than I wanted to today, and now I am going to be up all night - woohoo.  Not much else is going on though - I called the company back that I had an interview with last weekend in Cleveland, and the woman that I was supposed to talk to wasn't there - I left a message and hopefully I'll get some kind of response. At this point, I'm not sure if I care anymore.  But anyway.... I want to paint again. I haven't been able to paint in so long.  I don't have an easel, or really many supplies left.  I need new oils, the ones that I have now are either almost gone, or have been sitting in the tubes for so long that they are probably separated by now.  I also was stupid the last time that I was painting, and left some of my favorite brushes in the paint too long - you can usually leave them there for a day or so before it messes them up, but I think I left them in there for like a week or so... so smart... really.  I miss painting because it was one of the few true releases that I had in my life.  Well, I guess I should just get over it, and wait until I have enough money to get back into it... ha... that will be quite awhile now won't it? &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3897061-84453829?l=littleraven79.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3897061/posts/default/84453829'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3897061/posts/default/84453829'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littleraven79.blogspot.com/2002_11_01_archive.html#84453829' title=''/><author><name>Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09391774013489785756</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-3897061.post-84378981</id><published>2002-11-11T15:45:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2002-11-11T15:45:09.836-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Today is Monday - more to come&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3897061-84378981?l=littleraven79.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3897061/posts/default/84378981'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3897061/posts/default/84378981'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littleraven79.blogspot.com/2002_11_01_archive.html#84378981' title=''/><author><name>Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09391774013489785756</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-3897061.post-84299297</id><published>2002-11-09T22:19:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2002-11-10T02:37:28.000-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;br&gt;&lt;b&gt;Random Thoughts of the Day&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Califlower doesn't really taste like rice...but you can use it as a substitute for stir fry - and it doesn't taste half bad!&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Friendships aren't always as "set in stone" as you think they are...&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Although I love being a girl, I really could do without this "time of the month" inconvience....and my friends could deal without the PMS factor I'm sure....&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. It's just more relaxing to drink out of a stem glass - no matter what you are drinking....&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. I can't seem to get enough of a certain song...by a certain artist that is part of a certain pop group, but is releasing his own album.... &lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. Andromeda is not good backround noise...it reminds me of being home and having Dad watching some sci-fi show...It's sad when a sci-fi show can make you homesick...&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. I hate insomnia....it makes the day incredibly long..&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. I want to see Rainbow Brite one more time.... &lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. No, I was not doing drugs at the time of this entry....&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can I just Fly Away????&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3897061-84299297?l=littleraven79.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3897061/posts/default/84299297'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3897061/posts/default/84299297'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littleraven79.blogspot.com/2002_11_01_archive.html#84299297' title=''/><author><name>Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09391774013489785756</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-3897061.post-84273901</id><published>2002-11-09T07:01:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2002-11-09T20:19:21.000-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;The Myers-Briggs Test&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay - so I have decided to give into the insomnia... and just keep writing blogs because there is absolutly nothing better to do right now.... I tried reading, and I was reading this book called "Type Talk" it's about the Myers-Briggs personality test, which I took years ago in high school. At that point I tested as an INFP...but recently I tested as an ENFP (catch phrase: "giving life an extra squeeze") - I guess this means that I am an Extroverted iNtuitive Feeling Perciever.... basically, it means I am an outgoing creative wuss who never shows up on time.... basically correct I guess.  It was weird because in the chapter about my personality type, there were some quotes that ENFPs usually say - and I really do say them... damn... does my personality really fit into a tiny box surrounded by 15 other equally messed up personalities?  Hmm.... here is one thing I found especially interesting... here is the list of the best jobs for an ENFP to have....&lt;br&gt;Rehabilitation counselors&lt;br&gt;Teachers (art and drama)&lt;br&gt;Writers, artists, entertainers&lt;br&gt;Psychologists&lt;br&gt;Clergy&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Clergy??? Um... okay.... I was excited to see artist on there however... maybe there is hope for me yet!  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The book says that I need constant affirmation....how true? Well... very.... It also says "The basic theme of the ENFP's life is self-expression." Hmm... I sense (oh wait - I'm intuitive, not sensing-damn....) okay...so I don't sense... but I FEEL, that this book is begining to scare me almost as much as Dr. Phil and John Edwards put together (side note: could you imagine a mix of these two?  a psychic medium who can potty train kids in one day - hmm... to understand this you may have to have no life...) Anyway, I am apparently creative, but a bit flighty... I keep deadlines, but I always wait till the last minute...as a child I was "a delight and yet often thoroughly exhausting and exasperating to parents" (I guess I have to ask Momerdad about that one) as well as "hypersensitive to the criticism of others" So true.   Apparently when in a bind for dinner ideas "they may, reach into the refrigerator and pull out whatever is at hand, and transform it into an impressive spontaneous dinner, served with artistic flair" and apparently I do this all "in the pursuit of pleasing others." &lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have to say I'm frightened by this analysis, only because it is so close to the truth....Here are a few of what they (the random Myers Briggs people) say are a few of my trademark phrases....let me know if you think these are really true..... &lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. "Everyone is so mean to me!"&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. "This relationship could be better if I worked harder."&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. "The more the merrier."&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. "How will this affect everyone involved?"&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not liking how true this is, and I am considering burning the book in protest....BUT - I'll be creative about it, make sure there are a lot of people there to watch, work on the relationship between myself and the book prior to burning it, consider the way everyone will feel about the loss of the book, and make sure that everyone says a little prayer beforehand because I would apparently do well being part of the clergy..... I guess I just can't deny my little box that I will now be content to live inside.......&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3897061-84273901?l=littleraven79.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3897061/posts/default/84273901'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3897061/posts/default/84273901'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littleraven79.blogspot.com/2002_11_01_archive.html#84273901' title=''/><author><name>Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09391774013489785756</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-3897061.post-84273231</id><published>2002-11-09T06:20:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2002-11-09T23:59:30.000-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;INSOMNIA&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why am I still awake???? It is 6:17 AM.... I HATE INSOMNIA!!!!! I may be able to actually stay awake long enough to watch Yu-Gi-Oh at 8am!  What is that all about?  I'm not amused.... I was truly hoping to fall asleep a WHOLE LOT earlier than this.... but alas.... I sit here, searching the internet, and finding the weirdest things.... okay...nothing more to say.... i go now....go where? um....nowhere really....because I can't freakin' fall asleep!!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3897061-84273231?l=littleraven79.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3897061/posts/default/84273231'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3897061/posts/default/84273231'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littleraven79.blogspot.com/2002_11_01_archive.html#84273231' title=''/><author><name>Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09391774013489785756</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-3897061.post-84270280</id><published>2002-11-09T03:20:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2002-11-09T07:03:56.000-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;Ranting 101&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmm.... blog...how fun.... well, I guess I'll start off with what I have been up to the last few days.... Yesterday was a very long day - In the morning, I ended up driving to Cleveland for an interview....the company starts you our working at home, basically doing freelance type work, and then usually ends up placing you in a publishing house later down the road - sounds perfect for me, as I have a lease here... although I know that my landlord would let me break it...but I wouldn't want to leave Evan all alone...or would I??? hmm.... Anyway, so I drive to Cleveland, go to the interview, drive back...watch Yu-Gi-Oh (taped of course) eat my normal piece of chicken for dinner (I'm becoming really boring with what I eat) and then end up going out to the Elbow Room with Al, Charles, Angela, Jen, Gemma, and Gemma's boyfriend Mike.  These people are so great to be with - any topic can come up and a funny yet intelligent conversation will ensue...examples?  Everything from how intelligent the members of N'sync are to the recent elections to the U of Michigan scandal.... Anyway - stayed out kinda late... came home, and found some excellent web sites... my new favorite?  &lt;a href="http://x-entertainment.com/"&gt;X-entertainment&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br&gt; (don't worry.... truthfully not a porn site!) It is all about weird things in pop culture.... and I am pretty much addicted to pop culture.... about 90% of it is devoted to the 80's....rock on.  &lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today I went out to dinner with Dan - which is always a great experience.  We always end up talking about the most random things - and weirdly enough - I feel very comfortable talking about anything to him... very rare to find that type of connection for me in anyone of the male species.... &lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When we came out of the restaurant, we looked at my tires... and my front right tire was practically flat!  My parents being ever so smart, gave me a AAA card awhile back - so I called them up - told them that I needed air....and a truck showed up about 45 minutes later - he couldn't even fill the tire up halfway before he ran out of air.... oh thank you AAA....anyway - we went to a gas station - the first one didn't even have an air pump, and then the second one had one from like the 1950's.... it was clicking SO LOUD whenever we were trying to fill the tire.... finally, we headed back to my house....during the trip, Dan found the tape that the car company puts in each of the cars when they are new.... we decided that it would be funny to find out what a "Lumina" tape sounded like... so we brought it into the house and found out.... I'm guessing the cost to produce this tape was around 52 cents.... and that is a high estimate.... some guy playing his little Casio piano in the back - and two people (that I am convinced live in Nevada and voted for the legalization of marijuana this past Tuesday... not the brightest crayons in the box) give commentary on everything from how to move the seat to how to turn the volume up on the radio....VERY informative!!!... Okay....I'm done ranting about my days...but not to worry... more ranting to come.... :)&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Wes&lt;/b&gt; &lt;br /&gt;This would be my sisters ex(well sorta ex)boyfriend. I have been talking to him recently online... this kid is one of the best people that I have ever met - and has been the closest thing I have ever had to a little brother - he has been a part of our family for about 5 years now.  Meagan has been treating him like s**t recently, and I'm just not sure what to tell him anymore... I can only blame it on PMS so many times... I think that she may need to just shape up and be the type of friend to him that she wants him to be to her. &lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;My roommate&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;His name is Evan... his game is how can I annoy the hell out of Sarah as much as humanly possible.... he is VERY good at this game....If you want to know more - please ask - I love to rant about him - but there is just too much to type right now... one note - I'm glad that he has found his friend Alison - I think she could be good for him... &lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;The dishes&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now this one directly relates to my roommate - but there are SO many dishes in the sink that it gets to be it's own rant... I HATE DIRTY DISHES.... but I promised myself that I would NOT do them this time - he has done dishes twice since we moved in here....in AUGUST.... so I am forcing myself to let them sit there until he does them... okay... so I'll probably end up doing them tomorrow b/c they are going to start to smell really bad soon.... but I just want to have a record that I am not happy about it.... &lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, that feels like about it for now... I'm sure I'll rant more soon.... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3897061-84270280?l=littleraven79.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3897061/posts/default/84270280'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3897061/posts/default/84270280'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littleraven79.blogspot.com/2002_11_01_archive.html#84270280' title=''/><author><name>Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09391774013489785756</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-3897061.post-84156097</id><published>2002-11-07T00:10:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2002-11-09T07:04:34.000-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;Once Upon A Mattress&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmm.... a blog.... so I spent a good part of today working on the logo for "Once upon a mattress" the musical.... I think I like how it turned out - but I'm never quite sure.... things have been weird for me... I've never been quite sure what I want to do with my life - but now that is at an all time high.  I guess only time will tell... until then - I'll just have to sit around, talking to friends, and waiting for the end to come.... the end of what you ask? The end of the insanity that has become my life..... that is all....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3897061-84156097?l=littleraven79.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3897061/posts/default/84156097'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3897061/posts/default/84156097'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littleraven79.blogspot.com/2002_11_01_archive.html#84156097' title=''/><author><name>Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09391774013489785756</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-3897061.post-84068123</id><published>2002-11-05T12:21:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2002-11-09T07:05:14.000-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;Sarah's limited political knowledge&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From:&lt;a href="http://drc.blogspot.com/"&gt;Das Blog&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DanC CMU: i'm freaked out by how little people know about history, especially people in my master's program. these are people who are going to go on and make important decisions, and they have no clue what happened before them. that's scary&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LilRaven79: lol.... well then - you have just realized the secret that the entire government is trying to cover up.... all the important decisions are actually made with a giant game of risk&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DanC CMU: i think most people don't know geography well enough to know to put all the pieces on Madagascar.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What would I do without you Dan??? oh my.....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3897061-84068123?l=littleraven79.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3897061/posts/default/84068123'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3897061/posts/default/84068123'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littleraven79.blogspot.com/2002_11_01_archive.html#84068123' title=''/><author><name>Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09391774013489785756</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-3897061.post-84044270</id><published>2002-11-05T00:21:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2002-11-09T07:06:11.000-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;And now for a musical break....&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Artist	Lisa Loeb&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Album	Tails&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alone&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to be by myself, sometimes I do.&lt;br /&gt;I don't want to be left behind, but sometimes I'm left by you.&lt;br /&gt;I press my tongue to the top of my mouth,&lt;br /&gt;Cause my jaw, was tired from the thinking.&lt;br /&gt;And I stretched my toes to the end of the couch,&lt;br /&gt;'Cause my back, it was aching from sleeping. &lt;br /&gt;So what is this weather, and what is this darkness,&lt;br /&gt;And why do I feel so alone? &lt;br /&gt;And when will it snow, it's been raining for hours,&lt;br /&gt;And why do I feel so alone? &lt;br /&gt;And when I'm left at home, when you're with someone else I'm all alone.&lt;br /&gt;You do not cheat me of my childhood.&lt;br /&gt;You bring me blankets for the walls of my forts.&lt;br /&gt;There is no anger with the eyebrow raised.&lt;br /&gt;When you do the fantastic I am amazed. &lt;br /&gt;So what is this weather, and what is this darkness,&lt;br /&gt;And why do I feel so alone? &lt;br /&gt;When will it snow, it's been raining for hours,&lt;br /&gt;And why do I feel so alone? &lt;br /&gt;You were leaving some bar, and you're coming downtown,&lt;br /&gt;You're not ripping out stitches, but you want me around.&lt;br /&gt;Just to call you my love, just to call you my love. &lt;br /&gt;You are the treasure custodian cleaning the moon for me.&lt;br /&gt;Scouring the sky so the stars would shine bright.&lt;br /&gt;You stand straight-faced, and tip-toed on top of a ladder,&lt;br /&gt;And I, I wait, and I, I wait, and I, I wait.&lt;br /&gt;And when I'm left at home, I'm all alone&lt;br /&gt;But I'd rather be alone with you.&lt;br /&gt;So what is this weather, and what is this darkness,&lt;br /&gt;And why do I feel so alone?&lt;br /&gt;When will it snow, it's been raining for hours,&lt;br /&gt;And why do I feel so alone?&lt;br /&gt;Oh, why do I feel so alone?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3897061-84044270?l=littleraven79.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3897061/posts/default/84044270'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3897061/posts/default/84044270'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littleraven79.blogspot.com/2002_11_01_archive.html#84044270' title=''/><author><name>Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09391774013489785756</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-3897061.post-84037303</id><published>2002-11-04T21:47:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2002-11-09T07:06:47.000-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;Laundry... &lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Monday monday....well, I finished my laundry last night/this morning at about 5 am - what an interesting life I lead.... of course that means that it is sitting (folded at least) all over my bedroom - just waiting for me to actually put it away.  I'm in a weird mood today - happy yet sad at the same time... I'm not really sure how to feel...sometimes I feel like I am just along for the ride... &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3897061-84037303?l=littleraven79.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3897061/posts/default/84037303'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3897061/posts/default/84037303'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littleraven79.blogspot.com/2002_11_01_archive.html#84037303' title=''/><author><name>Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09391774013489785756</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-3897061.post-83988535</id><published>2002-11-03T23:47:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2002-11-04T02:05:56.000-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Just sitting here - talking to a few people online - and realized that if i don't write on here in the next like 20 minutes - I will have missed a day for the first time - well, I slept way too much earlier today - I think it may be my body's way of making up for the months of insomnia that I have been going through recently....but now that I've slept too much.... I will have to pay the consequenses by staying up all night....great.. &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3897061-83988535?l=littleraven79.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3897061/posts/default/83988535'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3897061/posts/default/83988535'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littleraven79.blogspot.com/2002_11_01_archive.html#83988535' title=''/><author><name>Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09391774013489785756</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-3897061.post-83923243</id><published>2002-11-02T11:53:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2002-11-02T11:53:01.460-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Welcome to November 2nd.  Yesterday I went to see "The Ring" with Al, Charles, Jenny, Angela, and a couple people that I had never met before.  I hate scary movies..... let me say that again.... I HATE SCARY MOVIES.... this was scary - went I tried to go to sleep last night - I had to convince myself to think of other movies that weren't so scary.... The Little Mermaid, Harry Potter, While You Were Sleeping.... etc.... It didn't really start to work until oh - about 5 AM.... All I can picture is a little girl coming out of the TV and killing people.  Not cool.  Anyway - after the movie, most of us went back to Al and Charles' place...and ended up watching Blow.  Watching a movie with Jenny is ever so fun - her comments are the best..."that f****n b**ch a** c**t"..... and this was refering to the Mother of Johnny Depp in the movie.... it got worse later on.  It's hilarious to hear what will come out of her mouth next.  &lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wish I could have gone home this weekend - Jamie's show is this weekend - and I would have liked to be there.  Well, break a leg Jamie - and I'll try to be at the next one!  &lt;br&gt; &lt;br /&gt;I guess that is all for now - Peace out....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3897061-83923243?l=littleraven79.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3897061/posts/default/83923243'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3897061/posts/default/83923243'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littleraven79.blogspot.com/2002_11_01_archive.html#83923243' title=''/><author><name>Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09391774013489785756</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-3897061.post-83885362</id><published>2002-11-01T13:55:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2002-11-01T13:57:37.000-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>The day after Halloween - the day when we all reflect on the cute costumes that we saw all the little kiddies wearing.  I think my favorite this year was a girl (probably about 18 years old) wearing two pieces of white fabric - about the size of dish towels - wrapped around the "important" parts.  She finished it off with a tiara - I can only guess what she was supposed to be - possibly the queen of "I'm 18 and can't drink leagally, so I have to dress up as a whore and find a house party where the guys will give me free beer" Aww... they grow up so fast.... &lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Myself on the other hand - I was a witch.  I found out after the fact - that my sister was as well this year.  I'd have to say that being a witch isn't much of a stretch for either of us (sorry Meg - but it's true).  I went to a party with Becca, Travis, and Travis' friend Jim.  It was really fun - I love hanging out with people who can have both intellegent converstations as well as laugh at each other for the stupidest little things.  At one point in the evening, about 6 people made their way to the living room, found a whole bunch of drums from around the world (the owners of the apartment had gone on Semester at Sea) and proceeded to play all together for about 30 minutes straight.  I am very suprised that the police didn't show up - but then again - I don't think we would have heard them if they did.  &lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, today rent is due - I'm not looking forward to seeing my landlord - really not looking forward to it.  Let's just say that if that drum thing had happened in our apartment, he would have had the national guard here... oh the joys of living on the floor below your landlord.... &lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm still getting the eyeliner off of my face from my makeup last night....oh my..... &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3897061-83885362?l=littleraven79.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3897061/posts/default/83885362'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3897061/posts/default/83885362'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littleraven79.blogspot.com/2002_11_01_archive.html#83885362' title=''/><author><name>Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09391774013489785756</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-3897061.post-83839197</id><published>2002-10-31T14:59:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2002-10-31T14:59:24.683-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>It's actually pretty nice out today in Pittsburgh - a little bit of a cool breeze, sunny - and very comfortable... I had an interview today - downtown at an advertising agency - we will see if anything comes of that - I hate not having enough corporate experience!  Well, whatever - what is meant to happen - will happen.  Last night at about 11:45pm, Dan called and asked if I wanted to go out somewhere - for coffee for me, and dinner for him - I realize sometimes how friendships are all about how people can relate to each other when there is nothing left to say.  With Dan it is like, no matter how different we are (and let me tell you - we are different) I still always enjoy his company - and would do anything to keep it going.  He is a hilarious guy - and has such an intelligent sense of humor!  Anyway, just a little note about the only friend I have kept from my evil CSF days. &lt;br&gt; Other than that - today was spent getting ready for my interview, traveling downtown on the bus - getting there insanely early (which turned out to be a good thing - they interviewed me early) riding the bus back, and sitting here writing in my blog.  Life is never what you expect it to be - is it... &lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I'll go take a walk - it's a shame to waste one of the maybe 5 nice days that we will have in pittsburgh this fall/winter!  &lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Signing off again.... &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3897061-83839197?l=littleraven79.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3897061/posts/default/83839197'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3897061/posts/default/83839197'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littleraven79.blogspot.com/2002_10_01_archive.html#83839197' title=''/><author><name>Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09391774013489785756</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-3897061.post-83805177</id><published>2002-10-30T22:44:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2002-11-01T15:28:53.000-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Two posts in one day??? oh my.... well, I was just sitting here on the computer - thinking of something to do (can't watch Blind Date - Evan is watching a tape of Smallville from yesterday) - so I figured, what the heck - I'll write something in my blog.  I'm feeling a bit weird today - I'm hungry again - which is odd for me recently.  Usually Norbert prevents me from being hungry.  I also am feeling like something bad is going to happen to me in the next few days - kinda odd don't ya think?  Whatever... I'll get over it - I always do.  Maybe (back to the hungry thing) I'll make a run through the Wendy's drive through for a chicken salad - Yum - that sounds good - I'm going to go and do that.  Oh - just a side note - Evan hated that job I took him to today - so no more daily drives to Monroeville for Mike and I... Woohoo!  Off to Wendy's.... &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3897061-83805177?l=littleraven79.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3897061/posts/default/83805177'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3897061/posts/default/83805177'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littleraven79.blogspot.com/2002_10_01_archive.html#83805177' title=''/><author><name>Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09391774013489785756</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-3897061.post-83792511</id><published>2002-10-30T17:42:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2002-10-30T22:46:27.000-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Another incredibly icky day - Pittsburgh is just wonderful isn't it?  Last night a bunch of us went out to Quaker Steak and Lube - all you can eat wings on Tuesday... I actually tried to eat the wings this time - I'm just not so good at the all you can eat thing...afterward we came back to the apartment, and tried to watch the Mothman Prophicies - I am SO not a scary movie person - so I pretty much forced myself to go to sleep before being able to watch anything that would keep me up at night for weeks.  Yes, I am a wuss when it comes to scary things!  &lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmm...what else.... well, I'm feeling sick again - not a fun feeling... but I'm sure that Norbert (the baby dragon that lives in my stomach) will have to take a nap sometime soon.  He is just not a happy camper today!  &lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My roommate has a second job for the next couple of weeks - in Monroeville (about 30 min away) - so guess who has the privledge of driving him out there and picking him back up? You guessed it.... Me and Mike (the car).  I thought that we were done driving out there daily after Aleks left to go back home to FL....hmm...  &lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I guess that is about it.. other than my decision to look in other cities for a "real job"... Our landlord is an idiot (he lives above us).... and although I absolutly love my room - I just don't think that is a reason to stay living on the floor below someone who goes to bed at 7:30 pm, and then complains about us being to loud for him to sleep - last night he called and I told him exactly how I felt - I was nice about it - but he was really being a jerk...he said we were running up and down the stairs - Um no.... and we were slamming doors - Again no.... and then he broght up some parking thing... that happened earlier in the day - and was fixed within 2 minutes of being brought to our attention.... whatever... I used to feel bad for him (single man, about 55, no family, truck driver, who spends his free time up on a ladder next to the house, painting something that he finds to do at least twice a week - btw - while I'M SLEEPING) but now I just think that he needs to find something else to complain about and get out of our business - okay, done ranting... &lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Peace out...............&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3897061-83792511?l=littleraven79.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3897061/posts/default/83792511'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3897061/posts/default/83792511'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littleraven79.blogspot.com/2002_10_01_archive.html#83792511' title=''/><author><name>Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09391774013489785756</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-3897061.post-83726423</id><published>2002-10-29T12:59:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2002-10-29T12:59:34.886-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>It's an incredibly icky day here in Pittsburgh - rainy and ever so cold. That makes me happy - is that weird?  hmm... Well, that's all for now - I'm just excited that I've written on this two days in a row!  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3897061-83726423?l=littleraven79.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3897061/posts/default/83726423'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3897061/posts/default/83726423'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littleraven79.blogspot.com/2002_10_01_archive.html#83726423' title=''/><author><name>Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09391774013489785756</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-3897061.post-83697059</id><published>2002-10-28T22:23:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2002-10-28T22:28:13.000-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Hey again - I was told by - you know who you are - that in order to have a GOOD blog, I was to answer these 50 questions on the first day of posting - well, I may find it a bit odd - but I promised...here goes: &lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Your name spelled backwards. haras.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Where were your parents born? Mom was born in Medina NY, and Dad was born in Kokomo Indiana. &lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. What is the last thing you downloaded onto your computer? Probably some random techno remix of a TV show theme - I'm not sure which one was actually last though.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. What's your favorite restaurant? Church Brew Works - Pittsburgh PA.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. Last time you swam in a pool? Hmm...not a clue.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. Have you ever been in a school play? Of COURSE! I was in the musical every year in High School - I really liked the backstage action the best though (Hey - no sick thoughts) - I never even tried for an actual part - not that I would have gotten it anyway!!! &lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. Type of music you dislike most? This is a tough one...I think new age - I pretty much like all music - I used to HATE country - but recently my grandma (no laughing!) has asked me to download all of this old country stuff - and it's not half bad. &lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. Are you registered to vote? Eh... kinda....&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. Do you have cable? Nope - I get the WB and Fox - what else do you need??? Dawson's and Friends....rock on.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11. Have you ever ridden on a moped? I'm sure that I have... I come from a family that is 1/2 motorhead...&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12. Ever prank call anybody? Shhhh..... don't tell anyone - but lets just say that you don't want to be my ex-boyfriend....&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13. Ever get a parking ticket? Um... around maybe 25 or so...bad Sarah...&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14. Would you go bungee jumping or sky diving? But of course - just name the place and time..&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15. Furthest place you ever traveled.The Bahamas... not very exciting though - it was with Band in High School.... "and this one time...at band camp..."&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;16. Do you have a garden? I have two plants in my apartment - does that count??? &lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;17. What's your favorite comic strip? I don't have a favorite comic strip - but I have a favorite cartoon... Yu-Gi-Oh!!!!!&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;18. Do you really know all the words to your national anthem? Sure I do.... *cough cough*&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;19. Bath or Shower, morning or night? Shower in the morning - Bath at night every now and again if I am lucky enough to have the time...&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;20. Best movie you've seen in the past month? Um... I re-watched While You Were Sleeping - I love Sandra Bullock and Bill Pullman! &lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;21. Favorite pizza topping? Pineapple!&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;22. Chips or popcorn? Neither&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;23. What color lipstick do you usually wear? Pina Co-Latsa by Jane... mmmm yummy...&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;24. Have you ever smoked peanut shells? Huh? No. &lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;25. Have you ever been in a beauty pageant? No. &lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;26. Orange Juice or apple? Apple. &lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;27. Who was the last person you went out to dinner with and where did you dine? My Parental Units -- we went to Church Brew Works! Yum! &lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;28. Favorite type chocolate bar? Godiva Dark Chocolate.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;29. When was the last time you voted at the polls? Presidential Election... how many years ago was that??&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;30. Last time you ate a homegrown tomato? About 5 days ago - Mom's garden rocks...&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;31. Have you ever won a trophy? Junior Bandsman I think...long time ago...&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;32. Are you a good cook? I think I'm not bad - I can make dinner even if there is very little in the kitchen. &lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;33. Do you know how to pump your own gas? Um...I sure hope so... Mike doesn't feed himself!!! &lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;34. Ever order an article from an infomercial? Nope. &lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;35. Sprite or 7-up? Neither - Ginger Ale!!! &lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;36. Have you ever had to wear a uniform to work? Nope.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;37. Last thing you bought at a pharmacy? Antibiotics... for that stupid dragon in my stomach - his name is Norbert.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;38. Ever throw up in public? Define public.... &lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;39. Would you prefer being a millionaire or find true love? True Love. &lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;40. Do you believe in love at first sight? Not sure about that one.... &lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;41. Ever call a 1-900 number? Nope. &lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;42. Can ex's be friends? Um... sure they CAN... am I friends with my ex's.... well... not many of them...&lt;br&gt; &lt;br /&gt;43. Who was the last person you visited in a hospital? I seriously don't remember - I've been in the hospital so much  - I guess after all those drugs they pumped into me - you could say I visited myself...&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;44. Did you have a lot of hair when you were a baby? I know I had hair - but I don't think I had a lot...&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;45. What message is on your answering machine? "You've reached Sarah's phone...leave a message after the tone" Now - bear in mind here that I can't figure out how the heck to change this - I now have a roommate - and the poor guy has to explain to everyone that we can't change the message - and they can really leave a message for him on "Sarah's phone"! &lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;46. What's your all time favorite Saturday Night Live Character? Mary Catherine Gallagher. Molly Shannon is hilarious.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;47. What was the name of your first pet? Felix the Cat... &lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;48. What is in your purse? Oh my... wallet, checkbook, hair clips, tampons, keys, address book, screw driver, lotion, nail glue, lipstick, powder, gloves, extra earrings, breath mints, a whole bunch of CD's, a lighter, a camera, extra film, excedrin, midol, ibprofen, and a small bottle of perfume...I can't think of anything else - but back home they call it the "Bag of Wonder"&lt;br&gt; &lt;br /&gt;49. Favorite thing to do before bedtime? Umm...&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;50. What is one thing you are grateful for today? I feel like myself again....and that is the best feeling in the world...&lt;br&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3897061-83697059?l=littleraven79.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3897061/posts/default/83697059'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3897061/posts/default/83697059'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littleraven79.blogspot.com/2002_10_01_archive.html#83697059' title=''/><author><name>Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09391774013489785756</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-3897061.post-83691700</id><published>2002-10-28T20:22:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2002-10-28T21:37:14.000-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Hey there - Just so ya all know - I'm feeling much better about things right now - leave it to Jay to knock some sense into my head - I wish I had him around a few years ago when I was messed up all the time - recently it has just been a rare occurance - and not a welcome one.  &lt;br&gt; &lt;br&gt; "Worry is like a rocking chair - It's something to do, but it never really gets you anywhere!" BTW.... check out&lt;a href="http://drc.blogspot.com/"&gt;Dan's Blog&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3897061-83691700?l=littleraven79.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3897061/posts/default/83691700'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3897061/posts/default/83691700'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littleraven79.blogspot.com/2002_10_01_archive.html#83691700' title=''/><author><name>Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09391774013489785756</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-3897061.post-83680268</id><published>2002-10-28T16:07:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2002-10-28T16:07:52.866-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>WOOHOO!! my blog works - finally!!!! &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3897061-83680268?l=littleraven79.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3897061/posts/default/83680268'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3897061/posts/default/83680268'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littleraven79.blogspot.com/2002_10_01_archive.html#83680268' title=''/><author><name>Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09391774013489785756</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-3897061.post-83677784</id><published>2002-10-28T15:14:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2002-10-28T15:14:22.320-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I keep trying to get this thing to work.... hmm.... blogger hates me.... :(&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3897061-83677784?l=littleraven79.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3897061/posts/default/83677784'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3897061/posts/default/83677784'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littleraven79.blogspot.com/2002_10_01_archive.html#83677784' title=''/><author><name>Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09391774013489785756</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-3897061.post-83674942</id><published>2002-10-28T14:07:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2002-10-28T16:07:14.000-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>So - I was sitting here - being inspired by Dan's Blog - and decided - well - why not try writing my own!  It sort of reminds me of when I was younger - and would try to to write in a journal/diary - that never lasted more than a week or two - let's see if this actually works for me!  I'll try my hardest. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today I am 23 years and 8 days old.  On one hand, I feel as if I've wasted so much time in my life - and on the other, I'm only freaking 23 years old!!! (oh yeah - and that stupid 8 days or whatever) Maybe I just need to put things into a bit more perspective for myself... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm the worst procrastinator today - I am supposed to be searching the internet for a "real job" and yet I am typing to - well, I'm not really sure who I am typing to - but, nonetheless, I am typing away... I guess I wouldn't really call myself the worst (or should it be best) procrastinator - in my mind that would be some of these people I have seen lately that don't shower for days on end - The people that have access to a shower - and most likely all the time in the world to shower - but somehow rationalize it to themselves...."I can't shower  yet - the scum on my body isn't 1/2" thick yet" Eww... just something to think about....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So what is on my mind you ask?  (For the purpose of this blog thingie - I'm going to pretend you asked - otherwise it was just the voices in my head) - Well a few things have been running around in there today.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Why do I always seem to take the most important people in my life - and push them away as fast as I can? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Where am I going to go when my lease is up here?  I know I am going to leave the 'burgh - but where should I move to???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Why do I always feel responsible for the way that my friends come off to other people?? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Why does Winnie the Pooh only wear a shirt????&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. If you decide that you're indecisive, are you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. How much of a dork am I that I recieved a scanner for my 23 birthday?  And is it even worse that it is one of the things that I really wanted - besides a cell phone of course... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway - I think that is pretty much it for me today - now I just have to figure out who might actually read this - hmm.... well, I know of this one person who has been bugging me to e-mail her more - maybe this will tide her over for awhile... Now I am going to go and search on the internet like I should have been all this time... wish me luck!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3897061-83674942?l=littleraven79.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3897061/posts/default/83674942'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3897061/posts/default/83674942'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littleraven79.blogspot.com/2002_10_01_archive.html#83674942' title=''/><author><name>Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09391774013489785756</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-3897061.post-83672137</id><published>2002-10-28T13:05:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2002-10-28T13:05:51.453-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Okay - so I sat here for 20 minutes - typing a post - my first of course - just to let Mr. IE5 eat it.... let's see if this works before I re-write what I wrote before!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3897061-83672137?l=littleraven79.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3897061/posts/default/83672137'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3897061/posts/default/83672137'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littleraven79.blogspot.com/2002_10_01_archive.html#83672137' title=''/><author><name>Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09391774013489785756</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>
