<?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-3438860</id><updated>2011-04-21T18:25:03.233-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Because Marguerite Says</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://margueritesays.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3438860/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://margueritesays.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3438860/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Chelsea</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10847906201806644670</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>216</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3438860.post-116330521910079514</id><published>2006-11-11T23:18:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-11-11T23:20:19.110-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Oh my dear lord I'm posting.  This seems to have become a once a year thing.  It's been so long I don't know what to say.  Well I have a wonderfull boyfriend and I think I'm moving back to Lakewood and I have one more year of school left.  That should do it.  I think I'll have a big ol' party when I move, it will be fun</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3438860/posts/default/116330521910079514'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3438860/posts/default/116330521910079514'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://margueritesays.blogspot.com/2006_11_01_archive.html#116330521910079514' title=''/><author><name>Chelsea</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10847906201806644670</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-3438860.post-111041859172790712</id><published>2005-03-09T20:24:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-03-09T20:36:31.726-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>oh man, I'm back again.  Feels like home.  So, where did I leave off??  right.  So I've been listening to Nick Drake non stop today, sweet.  I'm supposed to be at a choir concert right now, whoops.  what's new with me you ask:  a whole lot of nothing defined as same old song and dance..my friend.  I teach, a lot, for cheap, and every monday for free.  I took a trip into Friendster tonight, </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3438860/posts/default/111041859172790712'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3438860/posts/default/111041859172790712'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://margueritesays.blogspot.com/2005_03_01_archive.html#111041859172790712' title=''/><author><name>Chelsea</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10847906201806644670</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-3438860.post-109848705088645990</id><published>2004-10-22T19:14:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-10-22T19:17:30.886-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>oh my gosh, I'm updating again! oh the fun I've been missing out on.  I'm having a halloween party at my house sat. the 30, come drink wine and be merry while wearing a costume.  Oh, I slept through a mid-term. Whoops, we'll see if I can make it up.  I did it on accident, I didn't know I was sleeping in.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3438860/posts/default/109848705088645990'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3438860/posts/default/109848705088645990'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://margueritesays.blogspot.com/2004_10_01_archive.html#109848705088645990' title=''/><author><name>Chelsea</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10847906201806644670</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-3438860.post-109624244375117070</id><published>2004-09-26T19:36:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-09-26T19:47:23.750-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>sooo, guess who I talked to today..Kim Samberg! that was fun.   We caught up.  And I don't know why I fell off the face of the earth but I sure did.  hmm, last year what was I doing, making friends and realizing that music education is a double major, and in actuality it is because we belong to both the music department and the college of education and we must fulfil  the requirements of both, I </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3438860/posts/default/109624244375117070'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3438860/posts/default/109624244375117070'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://margueritesays.blogspot.com/2004_09_01_archive.html#109624244375117070' title=''/><author><name>Chelsea</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10847906201806644670</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-3438860.post-109618230769381732</id><published>2004-09-26T02:57:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-09-26T03:05:07.693-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>hahahahahhaaha, wow so it's been like what?... a year?  sweet!!so, what's up?   hmmm....what to write?? Cassy is coming home for good,  I have a new violin teacher for the third year in  a row(which is usually looked down upon) oh well it's the departments fault not mine.  I have no money, I have more friends though so that's more important, especially when they buy me drinks, haha.  wow that's </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3438860/posts/default/109618230769381732'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3438860/posts/default/109618230769381732'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://margueritesays.blogspot.com/2004_09_01_archive.html#109618230769381732' title=''/><author><name>Chelsea</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10847906201806644670</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-3438860.post-106634835310616756</id><published>2003-10-16T19:52:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-10-16T19:52:32.476-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>CBT: "Apt. 32"I bought a lamp at Target today, I think I'm going to buy another one similar to it, so it's not a replica but of the same style, riiiight. mmmm, I love fall clothes, I want to buy some, but I don't have money.  Oh well, I'll get money soon!!  I've kind of been practicing, I turned in my assignments, but I still reallllly need to read.  With the reimbursement check from student </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3438860/posts/default/106634835310616756'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3438860/posts/default/106634835310616756'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://margueritesays.blogspot.com/2003_10_01_archive.html#106634835310616756' title=''/><author><name>Chelsea</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10847906201806644670</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-3438860.post-106591070415205794</id><published>2003-10-11T18:18:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-10-11T18:45:16.466-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>CBT's, "Laura Land", "Hickypox, a hex on your neck"I spent last night in my friend from school's apartment, yea! except he was in his bed and I was on his couch.  ,( bass in chorale and cleveland orchestra chorus..so hot, but a little weird random like Ricky)  He lives in Cleveland HTs, it's so nice there. it's a cool aprtment too.  I'm so infatuated with him (sigh)  His shelves are full of </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3438860/posts/default/106591070415205794'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3438860/posts/default/106591070415205794'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://margueritesays.blogspot.com/2003_10_01_archive.html#106591070415205794' title=''/><author><name>Chelsea</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10847906201806644670</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-3438860.post-106488908557816593</id><published>2003-09-29T22:31:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-09-29T22:33:52.146-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>So, I'm one of 3 people with dumb English names in the jugendgrupe.  That's ok, today both of my partners were like, "oh, you know how to walz"  And they were like "good job that was just your first try!" and some littel girl was like, "how do you know the steps?" and I told her I'm just that good...no I didn't, I told her I've danced for a long time and you catch on quickly.  And they did one </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3438860/posts/default/106488908557816593'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3438860/posts/default/106488908557816593'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://margueritesays.blogspot.com/2003_09_01_archive.html#106488908557816593' title=''/><author><name>Chelsea</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10847906201806644670</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-3438860.post-106367844327394311</id><published>2003-09-15T22:14:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-09-15T22:21:57.730-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>there were so many sbt's todayhmm...LHS MB Festival!!! I was so excited! I miss it so much I can't take it!  Lakewood needs some help, they looked really really good, everything was really sharp, and we had the best postures and bells were up, ore so than any other band there.  The funniest thing ever was during that cadence...wow, I don't rememebr what it's called anymore...anyway, "more Mr. </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3438860/posts/default/106367844327394311'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3438860/posts/default/106367844327394311'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://margueritesays.blogspot.com/2003_09_01_archive.html#106367844327394311' title=''/><author><name>Chelsea</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10847906201806644670</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-3438860.post-106341530218663111</id><published>2003-09-12T21:08:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-09-12T21:08:22.266-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>ABT's: "Madonnatastic!", "greasy,lesbain hamburgers"So, school is going ok, I could still put more time into it, especially practicing!  God I suck, I bought a whole bunch of new music, a new concerto yea for Kabalevsky, he's a newer compose, I've never heard of him.  And of course your old stand by, the book of Handel Sonatas.I got a tetnos shot and my arm hurts like a mother!  I ate luch </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3438860/posts/default/106341530218663111'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3438860/posts/default/106341530218663111'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://margueritesays.blogspot.com/2003_09_01_archive.html#106341530218663111' title=''/><author><name>Chelsea</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10847906201806644670</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-3438860.post-10629843935450631</id><published>2003-09-07T21:26:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-09-07T21:26:33.566-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>well then, School: good, learning a lot Brass methods:  articulation on trombone is not so prettyWind methods:  I can only play B and D on the flute and A and G just suckAdolescnet Pysch:  very intruiging and so far it's easy Orchestra: fuckng hard repratoire, Beethoven classical style, and Tchaik, overture of Romeo and uliet, I hate Tchaik, accidentals in seemingly simple scale riffs, </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3438860/posts/default/10629843935450631'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3438860/posts/default/10629843935450631'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://margueritesays.blogspot.com/2003_09_01_archive.html#10629843935450631' title=''/><author><name>Chelsea</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10847906201806644670</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-3438860.post-106174231881261372</id><published>2003-08-24T12:25:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-08-24T12:25:18.883-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>wow, Ican't believe it's een such a while since I wrote in here. Well, I;ve had many a jogs with Cassandra Sue, adn some Applebees time with her and Bethany Pierce. Working as usual and getting some things in order, and letting other things go to the wayside.  This summer went by incredibly fast.  My life has been pretty boring. I'm ready for school I guess, and very happy with my work </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3438860/posts/default/106174231881261372'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3438860/posts/default/106174231881261372'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://margueritesays.blogspot.com/2003_08_01_archive.html#106174231881261372' title=''/><author><name>Chelsea</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10847906201806644670</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-3438860.post-106049244166401590</id><published>2003-08-10T01:14:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-08-10T01:14:01.676-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I'm still not used to the new bloggerI love my new shirts and pants, and jewelery, I went shopping with Jenny Pierce, it was great fun, well it technically wasn't, but we always have a good time no matter what. wow, look at how I spelled technically, I don't think that's how you spell it, I used to be a ood speller I don't know what happened.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3438860/posts/default/106049244166401590'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3438860/posts/default/106049244166401590'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://margueritesays.blogspot.com/2003_08_01_archive.html#106049244166401590' title=''/><author><name>Chelsea</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10847906201806644670</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-3438860.post-106049227211373510</id><published>2003-08-10T01:11:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-08-10T01:11:12.136-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>hehe, it's rather appropriate don't you think, I play my violin outside every day, just like Kim and Irene.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3438860/posts/default/106049227211373510'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3438860/posts/default/106049227211373510'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://margueritesays.blogspot.com/2003_08_01_archive.html#106049227211373510' title=''/><author><name>Chelsea</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10847906201806644670</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-3438860.post-105996817697296259</id><published>2003-08-03T23:36:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-08-03T23:36:16.906-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>CBT's: "Golf Cart of Fury"it's been a while, and the Sean kid has the sixth sense, he's sees ghosts, a little weird, but we hang out occasionally.  Worknis ok, I'll be staying there during school, I registered for my classes, payed my tuition bill, payed my credit card bill, fixed my car, and Ihave two more payments on myviolin, that I haven't been playing.  yep.  Things are ok, I'm lookng </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3438860/posts/default/105996817697296259'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3438860/posts/default/105996817697296259'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://margueritesays.blogspot.com/2003_08_01_archive.html#105996817697296259' title=''/><author><name>Chelsea</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10847906201806644670</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-3438860.post-105790164991319390</id><published>2003-07-11T01:34:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-07-11T01:34:09.840-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>KENNY CHESNEY!!!!!!!!!!  KEITH URBAN!!!!!!!!!!!!  At Blossom was stupendous, so, next time yougoto see a show at Blossom leave THREE HOURS ahead of time to make up for waiting on the highway exit!!!!! Yeah, I missed Keith Urban, because we spent two hours on Rt.8 .  "she thinks my tractor's sexy, it really turns her on,she's always starrin' at me, while I'm chuggin' along"  Oh, it wasso good, </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3438860/posts/default/105790164991319390'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3438860/posts/default/105790164991319390'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://margueritesays.blogspot.com/2003_07_01_archive.html#105790164991319390' title=''/><author><name>Chelsea</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10847906201806644670</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-3438860.post-105750797601306306</id><published>2003-07-06T12:12:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-07-06T12:12:56.043-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>CBT's: "Crabby Says", "The bordome of Zoe, on a page for you"Last night I watched "Justs Married" and I thoroughly enjoyed it!  I liked how they fouhgt, it was the greatest ever, it's my dream to throw a 10lb. ashtray at my husband's head one day!  I love Ashton Kutcher, my mom doesn't think he's cute in the least, how is that possible?  Last night I had a really long realistic dream with Dr. </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3438860/posts/default/105750797601306306'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3438860/posts/default/105750797601306306'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://margueritesays.blogspot.com/2003_07_01_archive.html#105750797601306306' title=''/><author><name>Chelsea</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10847906201806644670</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-3438860.post-105746491224983336</id><published>2003-07-06T00:15:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-07-06T00:15:12.296-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>nothing goodlast night ws good, I liked the fire works, as people were watching them, I was watching the pyro-technics.I hate it more than anything when the keyboard is sitting on something and when you type it rocks back and forth, riightToday I played a wedding then went to Max's for CHEESECAKE, well technically I got the triple chocolate torte, but we all had a lttle cheesecake.  The </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3438860/posts/default/105746491224983336'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3438860/posts/default/105746491224983336'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://margueritesays.blogspot.com/2003_07_01_archive.html#105746491224983336' title=''/><author><name>Chelsea</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10847906201806644670</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-3438860.post-105565302592429327</id><published>2003-06-15T00:57:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-06-15T00:57:05.946-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>hey man, they changed bloggerCBT's: "blahbber", "Good old lement...", "a walking accident", "what's wrong with me?"SBT: "supafine"ABT: "Frogs and Ravens"My job is ok, I haven't done much with friends lately which will change, I'm going to make it change, but I have gotten offers which makes me feel loved :)  Stephanie's grad party was very nce, Ipretty much spent the time with Rick which is</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3438860/posts/default/105565302592429327'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3438860/posts/default/105565302592429327'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://margueritesays.blogspot.com/2003_06_01_archive.html#105565302592429327' title=''/><author><name>Chelsea</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10847906201806644670</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-3438860.post-95487784</id><published>2003-06-09T20:59:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-06-10T21:06:35.000-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Let me begin by saying that Jeff's blog was just a springboard to one of my own religious rants that was not meant to be published on my blog.  The first four sentances (the third being quite long) is about Jeff, after that I started writing about some people generaly speaking, or personal friends or family of mine and their ideas and my own questions about "some people".  My mistake was </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3438860/posts/default/95487784'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3438860/posts/default/95487784'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://margueritesays.blogspot.com/2003_06_01_archive.html#95487784' title=''/><author><name>Chelsea</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10847906201806644670</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-3438860.post-95355703</id><published>2003-06-05T23:58:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-06-05T23:58:35.253-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>CBT: "Catholic Blog for Lovers"   no shit, www.blogforlovers.blogspot.comI love my job la la lal la.  I go down town la la la la and work all day la la la la I double check loans for stupid mistakes la la la la la laaaaaaa I have a highlighter la la la la and white out tape la la la la I work with people who speak ebonics and make me laugh la la la la and I work with Beth and Mrs.Clack and </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3438860/posts/default/95355703'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3438860/posts/default/95355703'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://margueritesays.blogspot.com/2003_06_01_archive.html#95355703' title=''/><author><name>Chelsea</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10847906201806644670</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-3438860.post-95179260</id><published>2003-06-02T01:32:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-06-02T01:32:06.436-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>CBT: "In my crowded head"I didn't get to see Sound of Music because it got to be time for me to leave and I just didn't want to.  I'm a homebody alot of times.  Today I saw Forever Plaid with my dear Amy.  Favorite quote: "We got slammed by a bunch of prochial virgins!"  My favorite part of the show was when they acted out an Ed Sullivan show.  It was good times, Amy and I were the only ones </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3438860/posts/default/95179260'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3438860/posts/default/95179260'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://margueritesays.blogspot.com/2003_06_01_archive.html#95179260' title=''/><author><name>Chelsea</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10847906201806644670</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-3438860.post-95108051</id><published>2003-05-30T23:53:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-05-30T23:53:51.670-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>CBT: "...look closer"I saw Nick Riley!!!!!!!!!! and of course Searching for Words.  I saw Dave Johnson and Matt Bakaric, Heather and her friends Evan and Laurie, BDR, and Bridgit.Amy and I helped Valerie get ready for prom, Valerie is so pretty, I hope they all have great fun.  It brought back memories, I wnat to go to prom again, dress up and dance, take pictures of things you want to </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3438860/posts/default/95108051'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3438860/posts/default/95108051'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://margueritesays.blogspot.com/2003_05_01_archive.html#95108051' title=''/><author><name>Chelsea</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10847906201806644670</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-3438860.post-95066380</id><published>2003-05-30T00:44:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-05-30T00:44:28.240-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>my laundry is still not done, I probably shouldn't be telling you that.  I got payed $170.00 today!!!!! yea!!!!! Now I can pay my bills!!!! yea!!!!So, summer has been good, running with Cassy until my whole body burns, eating subway at least once a day(except when we had Panera today) and spending every possible moment with Cassy. niiiice.  So this weekend I'm going to do other things with </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3438860/posts/default/95066380'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3438860/posts/default/95066380'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://margueritesays.blogspot.com/2003_05_01_archive.html#95066380' title=''/><author><name>Chelsea</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10847906201806644670</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-3438860.post-94931396</id><published>2003-05-27T04:20:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-05-27T04:20:37.543-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>CBT: "Must Be Nice"  I always have to tell myslef that.So, remember a few entries ago when I said I should do my laundry...well I still need to do that. ha.  So, I don't usually read Jeff's blog frankly because I have no interest.  But right now I'm the only one on-line and I've gone through my list of blogs to read, thus I take a link to Jeff's.  Yeah, it aggravated me, I'm not reading it </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3438860/posts/default/94931396'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3438860/posts/default/94931396'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://margueritesays.blogspot.com/2003_05_01_archive.html#94931396' title=''/><author><name>Chelsea</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10847906201806644670</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-3438860.post-94820461</id><published>2003-05-24T03:47:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-05-24T03:47:50.673-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I just typed my ATM code instead of my password. duh.You guys always make me feel better thanks.  Umm....hello, did I not ask you to tell me what your parnets think of Love Story?  So, I was the designated driver tonight and I got to drive Cassy's pick up truck, it was very cool.  It's easier driving a truck because you know exactly where your front and back ends are, no guessing and trying to</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3438860/posts/default/94820461'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3438860/posts/default/94820461'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://margueritesays.blogspot.com/2003_05_01_archive.html#94820461' title=''/><author><name>Chelsea</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10847906201806644670</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-3438860.post-94698916</id><published>2003-05-21T15:07:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-05-21T15:07:44.390-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Time for a new blog title category.  ABT=Absurd Blog Title:  "Lick the Toad"My mom needs hip surgery.  Her socket joint doesn't fit in her pelvis correctly and is causing severe pain.  Solution: Breaking the pelvis and re-aligning it.  That sucks.  do you guys remember that saying, "...or I'll break ya hip!" in like a granny voice, where is that from? please sign my guestbook and tell me.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3438860/posts/default/94698916'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3438860/posts/default/94698916'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://margueritesays.blogspot.com/2003_05_01_archive.html#94698916' title=''/><author><name>Chelsea</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10847906201806644670</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-3438860.post-94541843</id><published>2003-05-18T13:23:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-05-18T13:23:49.300-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>CBT: "Fishing For Donuts"  it's a little weird, yet intriguing. no matter how I spell that word it always looks wrongSo yesterday I went to Cedar Point with Emerson for Music in the Parks.  Ms. Hankins student teacher, Mr. Bassil, and I each conducted a song.  I spent the day with Ms. Hankins, Mr. Bassil, Miss Perec and the lovely Sara Fuller who helps Mrs. Tabij every year.  We went on the Blue</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3438860/posts/default/94541843'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3438860/posts/default/94541843'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://margueritesays.blogspot.com/2003_05_01_archive.html#94541843' title=''/><author><name>Chelsea</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10847906201806644670</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-3438860.post-94165048</id><published>2003-05-11T17:20:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-05-11T17:20:33.566-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>CBT: "Titles are for Losers"My grandma is so abnoxious.  I visit her at least once a week, she is so annoying.  I'm probably going to hell now.  OOOOOOOOO       klahoma was terrific.  I was so impressed with Chris Byrom.  I really like Chris, I remember him form McKinnley.  Anywho, GUESS WHAT???? Who is the only girl accepted into the CSU chorale? ME!!!!! I am sooo happy! That was the </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3438860/posts/default/94165048'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3438860/posts/default/94165048'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://margueritesays.blogspot.com/2003_05_01_archive.html#94165048' title=''/><author><name>Chelsea</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10847906201806644670</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-3438860.post-93820611</id><published>2003-05-05T16:34:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-05-05T16:34:18.870-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>No BT intriuging or appelaing.I bought the sound track for Serendipity.  January Rain by David Gray is what made me get it.  I need your input everyone: Should I transfer to Transylvania University in Lexington, Kentucky even though it will put me over $40,000 in debt and staying at CSU only $15,000?  hmm, I don't know.  I've been so sad lately, a counselor says I probably have a low self </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3438860/posts/default/93820611'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3438860/posts/default/93820611'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://margueritesays.blogspot.com/2003_05_01_archive.html#93820611' title=''/><author><name>Chelsea</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10847906201806644670</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-3438860.post-92854232</id><published>2003-04-18T16:00:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-04-18T16:00:27.106-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>SBT: "what's your thirst?" dumbRiiiiight, I'm too tired to talk.  I saw Michael at chruch today, and I'll probably see him tomorrow night at the vigil too.  Yea.  I'm a freak.I didn't wear deoderant today, now I am sweating, in a white blouse, this is good.  I think my car is dying, it looks pretty crappy too.So I hear not all is good, I wish I could say or do something that would make </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3438860/posts/default/92854232'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3438860/posts/default/92854232'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://margueritesays.blogspot.com/2003_04_01_archive.html#92854232' title=''/><author><name>Chelsea</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10847906201806644670</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-3438860.post-92486382</id><published>2003-04-12T11:14:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-04-12T11:14:59.966-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>SBT: "milk tea tapioka"   that's dumbJoe is home, while dodging bullets he jumped for cover and dislocated his shoulder and damaged nerves in his hand.  He'll probably be sent back though.  It was nice talking to him, he said that war protesters should rot in hell. I agree.  But that's just me.I have lots of homework that I really don't want to do.  I also think I'm going on a bike ride today</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3438860/posts/default/92486382'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3438860/posts/default/92486382'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://margueritesays.blogspot.com/2003_04_01_archive.html#92486382' title=''/><author><name>Chelsea</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10847906201806644670</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-3438860.post-92161640</id><published>2003-04-07T13:43:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-04-07T13:43:21.090-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>SBT: "Ready, Aim, Inspire"I have made several failed attempts to post since last week.  I don't know what was going on.  My lief has been ok, I think I just had a bad few weeks, but things are as normal as they can be for now.  I heard Joe is on a classified mission so we won't see his picture or his name in the paper.Bobby is looking for a job and has not fought with anyone lately, he's </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3438860/posts/default/92161640'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3438860/posts/default/92161640'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://margueritesays.blogspot.com/2003_04_01_archive.html#92161640' title=''/><author><name>Chelsea</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10847906201806644670</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-3438860.post-91584195</id><published>2003-03-28T22:50:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-03-28T22:50:57.750-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>You don't know how it feels to be me.The boy who walked me home for 5 years, the boy who I skipped school to go his mother's funeral, the boy who would do anything for me, the boy who I can trust my life with, the boy who has seen me through thick and thin is in fucking Baghdad being the best god damn Army Ranger he can be. It is proven that one can not earn a Music Ed. degree in four years, </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3438860/posts/default/91584195'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3438860/posts/default/91584195'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://margueritesays.blogspot.com/2003_03_01_archive.html#91584195' title=''/><author><name>Chelsea</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10847906201806644670</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-3438860.post-90428085</id><published>2003-03-09T20:37:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-03-09T20:37:32.826-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>CBT's: "I hate you",  "Elmo is NOT HERE"So, how did you understand the last entry, there were so many typos.  Well, guess who I saw at Mass today????? MICHAEL!!!! and his hair got really long!  Fr. John gave a really good homily about the eucharist as taking part in the covenant Jesus has with us.  In the old testament when someone had a contract, each person would break bread together and it </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3438860/posts/default/90428085'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3438860/posts/default/90428085'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://margueritesays.blogspot.com/2003_03_01_archive.html#90428085' title=''/><author><name>Chelsea</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10847906201806644670</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-3438860.post-90216864</id><published>2003-03-05T22:59:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-03-05T23:00:01.000-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>The blog titles were so lame and uninteresting I can't bring myself to commend one.I was sad that I did see my future husband Michael Trela and mass this morning, he's usually always there during the Lenten/Easter season, but since he's at school in Michigan I guess it's ok.Quote of the day, "You've got some schmutz on your fore head"  It's comments like those that keep my going to Ash </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3438860/posts/default/90216864'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3438860/posts/default/90216864'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://margueritesays.blogspot.com/2003_03_01_archive.html#90216864' title=''/><author><name>Chelsea</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10847906201806644670</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-3438860.post-90022001</id><published>2003-03-02T19:57:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-03-02T19:57:13.936-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>SBT: "eric*:christian:musician:photographer"    what?So, my aunt told me, "We need to have a serious talk about your social life or lack there of if you're spending your Saturday night with Nana."  So true.  So, I'm going to make a concious effort to be build a social life. yea. It was nice to get some calls on my birthday and a few cards in the mail, and a surprising e-mail from none other </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3438860/posts/default/90022001'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3438860/posts/default/90022001'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://margueritesays.blogspot.com/2003_03_01_archive.html#90022001' title=''/><author><name>Chelsea</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10847906201806644670</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-3438860.post-89882389</id><published>2003-02-27T23:38:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-02-28T15:51:55.000-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>won't you be, my neighbor? :(</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3438860/posts/default/89882389'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3438860/posts/default/89882389'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://margueritesays.blogspot.com/2003_02_01_archive.html#89882389' title=''/><author><name>Chelsea</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10847906201806644670</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-3438860.post-89408213</id><published>2003-02-19T22:27:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-02-19T22:27:34.603-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>CBT's "My Two Cents", "Cheer up emo girl" ahahahamy mom wanted me to write that I love her on my blog. she's such a weirdo.  I payed my tuition yea! My friend Barb who used to be an accountant figured ti out for me, the bill doesn't say what anything is they just give a bunch of numbers and say pay it.  She's like 40 has 3 kids, her daughter's field commander in Twinsburg!  Barb is like my best</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3438860/posts/default/89408213'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3438860/posts/default/89408213'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://margueritesays.blogspot.com/2003_02_01_archive.html#89408213' title=''/><author><name>Chelsea</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10847906201806644670</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-3438860.post-89124787</id><published>2003-02-14T21:53:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-02-14T21:53:17.990-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>CBT: "Life is Like a Box of Chocolates"speaking of chocolates I've had way too many!  but damn are they good.so..............................MUSIC MAN!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!   ABC SUNDAY NIGHT!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!oh, I took a "what kind of panties are you" quiz, It says I'm bikini underware "conservative but cute, the girl next </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3438860/posts/default/89124787'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3438860/posts/default/89124787'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://margueritesays.blogspot.com/2003_02_01_archive.html#89124787' title=''/><author><name>Chelsea</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10847906201806644670</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-3438860.post-88891078</id><published>2003-02-10T22:48:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-02-10T22:48:17.886-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>ALL TIME GREATEST CLEVER BLOG TITLE EVER!!!!: "Opinions you should have" ahahahahahahhaa, that's marvelous.So, my parents bought a '97 Buick Le Sabre.  It's like relaxing in a plush lazy boy and driving at the same time.  I'm so afraid to drvie it's so nice.  So, remember taht show night rider with David Hasselhoff and Mr. Phoene as the voice of it.  Well, that's what this car reminds me of.  I</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3438860/posts/default/88891078'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3438860/posts/default/88891078'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://margueritesays.blogspot.com/2003_02_01_archive.html#88891078' title=''/><author><name>Chelsea</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10847906201806644670</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-3438860.post-88737888</id><published>2003-02-07T21:46:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-02-07T21:46:24.603-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>CBT: "Lost Remote"  don't you hate that when you loose the remote?So, I'm broke and my tuition is due on Tuesday.  I have not received two of my paychecks from January...the Bd.of Ed. is not the best place to expect a paycheck from.I spent the $4.00 I saved for the play on gasoline so I could go to work tomorrow on the east side. niiice. So, I wonder how I'm going to get paid, especially </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3438860/posts/default/88737888'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3438860/posts/default/88737888'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://margueritesays.blogspot.com/2003_02_01_archive.html#88737888' title=''/><author><name>Chelsea</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10847906201806644670</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-3438860.post-88554628</id><published>2003-02-04T17:47:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-02-04T17:47:28.320-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>So tell me again that I'm awful at proof reading, how you can you read my entires?  anywho, the computer is being fixed still.  I'm lacking in the boy department, especialy since John is hanging out with this very very very tall girl with wide wide wide hips who parts her hair to the side then poofs if up and wears PURPLE eye shadow and PINK blush from ear to ear, it's a lot of make up for my </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3438860/posts/default/88554628'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3438860/posts/default/88554628'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://margueritesays.blogspot.com/2003_02_01_archive.html#88554628' title=''/><author><name>Chelsea</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10847906201806644670</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-3438860.post-87853405</id><published>2003-01-22T13:54:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-01-22T13:54:19.513-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>CBT: "Got music will live"  niiiceNo my friends, I have not died, but my computer di fuckin piece of shit.  My mom was trying to install a cd burner and it died, now we can only use Word. nice. so here I am in the Rhodes Tower at CSU where the library is checking blogs and trying to remember my password to get into my e-mail.  So, I sit with John in two classes!! TOday we talked about our </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3438860/posts/default/87853405'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3438860/posts/default/87853405'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://margueritesays.blogspot.com/2003_01_01_archive.html#87853405' title=''/><author><name>Chelsea</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10847906201806644670</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-3438860.post-86771306</id><published>2002-12-31T21:53:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2002-12-31T21:53:35.423-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>So, I went to caribou today and John said he would call me because we both have no plans for New Years.  So he called and he decided to stay home and watch movies with his family.  But he is calling me tomorrow afternoon and we are going to "hang out and see a movie".  yea.  and what's this I've been reading about agnosticism?  People are just afraid of a committment to something they can't see</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3438860/posts/default/86771306'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3438860/posts/default/86771306'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://margueritesays.blogspot.com/2002_12_01_archive.html#86771306' title=''/><author><name>Chelsea</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10847906201806644670</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-3438860.post-86565635</id><published>2002-12-26T19:15:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2002-12-26T19:15:05.090-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>JOHN FROM CARIBOU IS CALLING ME NEXT WEEK!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3438860/posts/default/86565635'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3438860/posts/default/86565635'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://margueritesays.blogspot.com/2002_12_01_archive.html#86565635' title=''/><author><name>Chelsea</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10847906201806644670</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-3438860.post-85786446</id><published>2002-12-10T10:53:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2002-12-10T10:53:18.696-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>CBT: "The things she said" sounds like a country song, I will reward anyone who can tell me what movie that's from.So, $800.00 in repairs.  whatever, I have all month to look at new violins.  I bought my grandma a christmas gift yesterday, and I bought  wrapping paper and bows for all of the gifts I'm wrapping all by myself, it's fun getting ready for the holidays.  Ranch Doritos are so </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3438860/posts/default/85786446'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3438860/posts/default/85786446'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://margueritesays.blogspot.com/2002_12_01_archive.html#85786446' title=''/><author><name>Chelsea</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10847906201806644670</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-3438860.post-85561657</id><published>2002-12-05T18:15:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2002-12-05T18:15:58.606-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>SBT: "artificially intelligized." whatever that meansSo, I haven't posted in a coon's age.  So shoot me.  I am the biggest procrastinating slacker ever.  I have not studied for anything and I will be turning in incomplete projects late.  How's that for a busy finals week?  So, the concert was eh.  I was nervous for juries but not until half way through my piece.  I was more worried about what </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3438860/posts/default/85561657'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3438860/posts/default/85561657'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://margueritesays.blogspot.com/2002_12_01_archive.html#85561657' title=''/><author><name>Chelsea</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10847906201806644670</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-3438860.post-85256934</id><published>2002-11-29T10:54:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2002-11-29T10:54:00.823-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>CBT: "fuh-q dot..."My thanksgiving didn't seem like thanksgiving.  it was weird, it didn't seem like a holiday.  Also, we went to my uncles to see my cousin, it's her birthday next week and my uncle will be out of town so they deciced to celebrate on Thanksgiving.  She turned 18, she has R.E.T. Syndrome, basically she's mentaly retarded.  She doesn't talk, when you talk to her it's like talking</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3438860/posts/default/85256934'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3438860/posts/default/85256934'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://margueritesays.blogspot.com/2002_11_01_archive.html#85256934' title=''/><author><name>Chelsea</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10847906201806644670</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-3438860.post-85088679</id><published>2002-11-25T22:26:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2002-11-25T22:26:24.673-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>CBT: "Joy Dot Blogspot Dot Com"  haha, now THAT is clever.So, I was giving a lesson in the choir room tonight, I was holding my violin with my right hand around it's neck, as I often do, it's an appropriate way do to hold such an instrument.  I was walknig towards the risers which is where I lay my violin.  I knew that after I rested it on the riser I would need to let go of the neck, and thus,</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3438860/posts/default/85088679'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3438860/posts/default/85088679'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://margueritesays.blogspot.com/2002_11_01_archive.html#85088679' title=''/><author><name>Chelsea</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10847906201806644670</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-3438860.post-85039299</id><published>2002-11-25T00:09:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2002-11-25T00:09:00.596-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>CBT: "Everything must go!" I just picture a gay interior designer with a thick accent saying that, or worse yet, those dopy trading spaces people. ;)So, All of my files have been revised and put in their appropriate place.  My room is still a mess though.  Tomorrow I'm going to skip my classes.  I'll grocery shop for my mom, claen my room, do some laundry, study some more and fit a violin </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3438860/posts/default/85039299'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3438860/posts/default/85039299'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://margueritesays.blogspot.com/2002_11_01_archive.html#85039299' title=''/><author><name>Chelsea</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10847906201806644670</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-3438860.post-84975505</id><published>2002-11-23T13:15:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2002-11-23T13:15:38.370-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Clever Blog Title: "I shake my fist at you"I slept a whole these past two days.  I enjoy watching Dr. Phil's show, I like it better than Berman and Berman.  My car is ssoooo loud.  I need a new exaust thing, or something, is that how you spell exaust when talking about a vehicle??  I didn't go to the dance marathon because I need to learn chords and their progressions :(  oh well.  Somebody </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3438860/posts/default/84975505'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3438860/posts/default/84975505'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://margueritesays.blogspot.com/2002_11_01_archive.html#84975505' title=''/><author><name>Chelsea</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10847906201806644670</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-3438860.post-84899712</id><published>2002-11-21T20:50:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2002-11-21T20:53:28.000-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>oh man, I forgot again today!I just got off the phone with Gary.  He was in the "Music Man" as a child.  haha, (that's one point for him)((do you even read this anymore?))  And, I got paid. yea!  I have one final test and it's in English but it's only 10% of my grade.  sweeet.  In all of my other classes it's final projects.  An oral and written evaluation that includes sight singing, dictation</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3438860/posts/default/84899712'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3438860/posts/default/84899712'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://margueritesays.blogspot.com/2002_11_01_archive.html#84899712' title=''/><author><name>Chelsea</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10847906201806644670</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-3438860.post-84826064</id><published>2002-11-20T13:32:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2002-11-20T13:32:46.303-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I forgot.So, this one time I e-mailed a guy who's blog I liked, and he e-maield me back, but I forgot his address and url.  hmm.  Oh well.  CKI is pain.  I'm hungry, I'm broke until tomorrow.  I went to a party after my choir concert and had fun.  And there were two boys who were obsessed with Barbershop.  They were drunk and still singing.  It was great.  yeah</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3438860/posts/default/84826064'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3438860/posts/default/84826064'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://margueritesays.blogspot.com/2002_11_01_archive.html#84826064' title=''/><author><name>Chelsea</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10847906201806644670</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-3438860.post-84553969</id><published>2002-11-14T20:45:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2002-11-14T20:45:44.393-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>so, haha, no CBT I'm in a hurry and didn't look at them.  Anywho. I really have nothing to post, hmm. so sign my guestbook and go to www.okgo.net to look and especially LISTEN, I think you all would enjoy them very much</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3438860/posts/default/84553969'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3438860/posts/default/84553969'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://margueritesays.blogspot.com/2002_11_01_archive.html#84553969' title=''/><author><name>Chelsea</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10847906201806644670</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-3438860.post-84507863</id><published>2002-11-13T23:13:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2002-11-13T23:13:22.920-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Clever Blog Title: "Get Off My Lawn" haSo I am completley infatuated with Ok Go, it's sick, I would have their children, I really would.  Next time I see them, I'll have to rape them.  Hmm...I should be writing the two papers that are due tomorrow, alas here I sit.  So you know my clever blog titles that are featured, well sometimes I e-mail the owners, and I e-maield the homeless guy and was </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3438860/posts/default/84507863'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3438860/posts/default/84507863'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://margueritesays.blogspot.com/2002_11_01_archive.html#84507863' title=''/><author><name>Chelsea</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10847906201806644670</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-3438860.post-84451365</id><published>2002-11-12T22:11:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2002-11-12T22:11:33.526-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>OK GO FUCKING ROCKS MY WORLD!!!!!GO TO WWW.OKGO.NET     NOW!!!So, I think last month I was watching a candian music channel on my digital cable.  Actually David was watching it, so I saw this incredible video with the coolest, catchiest song.  I saw it again later and I remembered the name and band.  Just yesterday I bought their CD after waiting for Record Exchange to get it.  I go to thier </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3438860/posts/default/84451365'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3438860/posts/default/84451365'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://margueritesays.blogspot.com/2002_11_01_archive.html#84451365' title=''/><author><name>Chelsea</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10847906201806644670</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-3438860.post-84326600</id><published>2002-11-10T15:16:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2002-11-10T15:16:02.173-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>CBT: "aaaargh" I hear ya!so, Membership Awareness Conference was good.  I met so many cool people.  Very fun people.  Some stupid people too, but those are everywhere!  I saw my boys Gary and Steve.  I drove back with some people from Walsh Jesuit and this boy was so excited because he saw the Pope last year.  It was so funny, college kids talking about the pope, I love it.Have you ever felt </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3438860/posts/default/84326600'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3438860/posts/default/84326600'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://margueritesays.blogspot.com/2002_11_01_archive.html#84326600' title=''/><author><name>Chelsea</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10847906201806644670</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-3438860.post-84207884</id><published>2002-11-07T23:20:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2002-11-07T23:20:45.920-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Stupid Blog Title: "Altos Rule"  ha, altos you suck!....wait...So, haha, there I go again with the "SO" anywho, I enjoyed "Boy Meets Girl" very much.  I gave my girls Steph and Val flowers because I LOVE them.  I almost cried at the end, such memories.  I miss it, but I don't, everyone seems so young and the stage was so small.  And of course I can't get over my un-involvment in barnstormers.  </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3438860/posts/default/84207884'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3438860/posts/default/84207884'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://margueritesays.blogspot.com/2002_11_01_archive.html#84207884' title=''/><author><name>Chelsea</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10847906201806644670</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-3438860.post-84155063</id><published>2002-11-06T23:47:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2002-11-06T23:47:09.520-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>CBT: "Yeah, what of it" "tim likes stuff" hahahaso, I just realized that all of my entries start with, "so," my personal journal which I haven't written in forever always started with "well,"I have calls out to Ronald Mcdonald House,  Habitat, the YMCA of Greater Cleveland and someting else, please god help me get CKI started.  I'm looking forward to Cin. this weekend, I have to occupy myself</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3438860/posts/default/84155063'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3438860/posts/default/84155063'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://margueritesays.blogspot.com/2002_11_01_archive.html#84155063' title=''/><author><name>Chelsea</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10847906201806644670</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-3438860.post-84095063</id><published>2002-11-05T22:12:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2002-11-05T22:12:18.080-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>CBT: ::Fogged Up Windows:: ah ha haSo I voted today, republican down the line, I didn't vote for any judges because I don't know anything about them.  And no against the charter amendments and Issue 1.  So, I have to do major stuff with CKI it's almost like starting over.  I want to do it by the 31st. we'll see what happens, I don't know.  Um, I'm way behind in Harmony and Form, screw part </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3438860/posts/default/84095063'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3438860/posts/default/84095063'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://margueritesays.blogspot.com/2002_11_01_archive.html#84095063' title=''/><author><name>Chelsea</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10847906201806644670</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-3438860.post-83976089</id><published>2002-11-03T18:40:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2002-11-03T18:40:57.680-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>there's not enough time for a CBT and the things I have to say about the weekend.so, my weekend entailed going to Kent and dressing in an old dance costume I had for a recietal one year.  I collected $9.88 for IDD.  Then a bunch of us went out to dinner.  Then I went to a party with Gary and he got drunk and while I was holding my second cup beer and after he downed like 8 he said to me, "</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3438860/posts/default/83976089'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3438860/posts/default/83976089'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://margueritesays.blogspot.com/2002_11_01_archive.html#83976089' title=''/><author><name>Chelsea</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10847906201806644670</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-3438860.post-83908145</id><published>2002-11-02T00:33:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2002-11-02T00:33:06.576-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>CBT: "GENX IT'S OUR TURN NOW" kinda scary, "I'm a psyco! Oh yeah! U bet I am"  hahahaSo guesss who I just got off the phone with.....GARY!! We talked for like 113 minutes.  Guess what we talked about....CKI..no not quite.  We talked about RELIGION at length, and how he thinks religion has ruined man kind.  I'm sad, not because he thinks that, but because he's not the catholic boy I'm saerching </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3438860/posts/default/83908145'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3438860/posts/default/83908145'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://margueritesays.blogspot.com/2002_11_01_archive.html#83908145' title=''/><author><name>Chelsea</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10847906201806644670</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-3438860.post-83858359</id><published>2002-10-31T23:14:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2002-10-31T23:14:07.106-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>CBT's: "God is GooD to me"  and I forgot the other one.So, I forgot that since I'm 18 I can become a eucharistic minister.  I will now have to put up with many comments on devotion to religion, oh well.  St. James school will probably close next year, and it's all ST. CYRIL'S (csilla)FAULT, NONE OF YOU SHOULD TALK TO(csilla)ANYONE AFFILIATED WITH ST. CYRIL'S(csilla) just joking, it's the other </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3438860/posts/default/83858359'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3438860/posts/default/83858359'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://margueritesays.blogspot.com/2002_10_01_archive.html#83858359' title=''/><author><name>Chelsea</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10847906201806644670</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-3438860.post-83803114</id><published>2002-10-30T21:56:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2002-10-30T21:56:35.320-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>CBT: "A Schitzoid's Tale" haSo, on my way to teach, I saw my Stephie walking to the school and I picked her up and we chatted since we were both early for our appointments.  We're going out this weekend.  Yes my friends, I feel changed.  I don't know why.  I really like teaching, I like it so much I almost cried a few times.  Here's an example: The way I teach about D.C. and D.S. al Coda's is</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3438860/posts/default/83803114'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3438860/posts/default/83803114'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://margueritesays.blogspot.com/2002_10_01_archive.html#83803114' title=''/><author><name>Chelsea</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10847906201806644670</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-3438860.post-83780811</id><published>2002-10-30T13:19:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2002-10-30T13:19:06.153-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>CBT: "Piece of Mind" ha, get it, piece of a mind instead of peace of mind.so I was reading some of Csilla's happy thougts, and I came upon the one that said, "He who laughs last is slow" or someting like that.  I had chuckled at all of them so far, I chuckled then was like, wait....ohahahahahahahahaha.  Because I'm not the sharpest spoon in the drawer.  Today in musicianship my partner said </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3438860/posts/default/83780811'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3438860/posts/default/83780811'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://margueritesays.blogspot.com/2002_10_01_archive.html#83780811' title=''/><author><name>Chelsea</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10847906201806644670</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-3438860.post-83696232</id><published>2002-10-28T22:05:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2002-10-28T22:05:21.143-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Oh! I saw my Stephie teaching dance in the window when I was driving home today.  I love her.  I'm such a stalker, everytime I drive by Silhouttes I look for her, and when she's there I watch her tap.  I'm creepyoh yeah, sign my guestbook, that's what it's here for</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3438860/posts/default/83696232'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3438860/posts/default/83696232'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://margueritesays.blogspot.com/2002_10_01_archive.html#83696232' title=''/><author><name>Chelsea</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10847906201806644670</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-3438860.post-83696080</id><published>2002-10-28T22:02:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2002-10-28T22:02:06.373-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>SBT: "the homeless guy" that's dumbSo I have something nice to share with you all.  I know you have all been waiting in eager anticipationfor the long lost but not forgotten .......QUOTE OF THE DAY FROM BOBBY: (a little back ground first) so I get out of teh shower this morning and go tell bobby he can use the bathroom now.  His door is open and asks me to turn off his stereo. No problem, and </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3438860/posts/default/83696080'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3438860/posts/default/83696080'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://margueritesays.blogspot.com/2002_10_01_archive.html#83696080' title=''/><author><name>Chelsea</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10847906201806644670</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-3438860.post-83592736</id><published>2002-10-27T09:23:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2002-10-27T09:23:43.850-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>CBT: "Old Friends Forever"   oohhhh, that's so niceSo, this morning I keep smelling himts of pine form a christmas tree.  We don't have a christmas tree.  I think it's wishfull thinking on my part.  Lastnight I was doing dishes at my grandma's and the TIME LIFE Collections of Christmas songs commercial came on, and I stopped what I was doing to watch and listen.  I love that so much, we've had </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3438860/posts/default/83592736'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3438860/posts/default/83592736'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://margueritesays.blogspot.com/2002_10_01_archive.html#83592736' title=''/><author><name>Chelsea</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10847906201806644670</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-3438860.post-83483971</id><published>2002-10-24T19:17:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2002-10-24T19:51:25.000-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>SBT: "Olivia's Blog"  c'mon now, be creative, unless your name isn't really Olivia.So.....I didn't cry and cry, because Gary took me out for coffee after one potential member showed up to Open House.  I almost welled up a few times, but I would't in front of him.  So, he had me try a chai latte, interasant.  Anywho, a new plan of action is to be planned, it's already thought of however.  But no</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3438860/posts/default/83483971'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3438860/posts/default/83483971'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://margueritesays.blogspot.com/2002_10_01_archive.html#83483971' title=''/><author><name>Chelsea</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10847906201806644670</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-3438860.post-83308407</id><published>2002-10-21T14:26:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2002-10-21T14:26:36.526-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>CBT: "Care for Something Dirty?"  enh.I'm so afraid, oh so very afraid, I will cry and cry if less than 10 people show up to open house. No joke.  Only God can help me now, seriously.That's all for this week. CKI is on the brain until this "thing" is over.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3438860/posts/default/83308407'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3438860/posts/default/83308407'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://margueritesays.blogspot.com/2002_10_01_archive.html#83308407' title=''/><author><name>Chelsea</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10847906201806644670</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-3438860.post-83275251</id><published>2002-10-20T22:11:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2002-10-20T22:11:40.290-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>SBT: "Jesus loves everyone except that little ugly one"  he's going to HELL! because Marguerite says!  ahahahahah, I crack myself up!SO, I spent a weekend doing things with and for my grandparents.  It was frustrating, but worth it in hindsight.  I also had a CKI meeting with my treasurer, the only one who shows up.  I got a call from my VP asking if "that thing was still on Tuesday."  what "</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3438860/posts/default/83275251'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3438860/posts/default/83275251'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://margueritesays.blogspot.com/2002_10_01_archive.html#83275251' title=''/><author><name>Chelsea</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10847906201806644670</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-3438860.post-83191975</id><published>2002-10-18T19:37:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2002-10-18T19:37:36.153-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>CBT: "Insert Clever Karrie like...... Here"  yes ladies and gentlman, Karrie recently updated her bog, they couldn't fit her whole title.So I've been talking to Steve for a long while.  And I'm supposed to be at my grandma's.  So, we'llhave to end this now.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3438860/posts/default/83191975'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3438860/posts/default/83191975'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://margueritesays.blogspot.com/2002_10_01_archive.html#83191975' title=''/><author><name>Chelsea</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10847906201806644670</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-3438860.post-83147916</id><published>2002-10-17T22:18:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2002-10-17T22:18:37.996-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>SBT: "from the lady in the back there..." that's the dumbest thing I've ever heard in my life.SO, TOday wasn't so good, well there some good parts.  I got to see a great pianist do his thing, (and he's my assinged accompanist too!)  And I got a C- on my computer music calss, I was expecting an F, and I can re-take the exact same test next week for extra credit! And after my first PR experiance </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3438860/posts/default/83147916'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3438860/posts/default/83147916'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://margueritesays.blogspot.com/2002_10_01_archive.html#83147916' title=''/><author><name>Chelsea</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10847906201806644670</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-3438860.post-83096520</id><published>2002-10-16T22:46:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2002-10-16T22:46:27.146-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I'm adding a new category, "Sucky Blog Titles", first one is "becca's blog", no one cares Becca, sorryAnywho....I'm alittle afraid for myself, CKI is taking over my brain.  It's not so much that I think about it all the time, it's that when I do think about it, it's very competitive thoughts.  Like, I was at the district site, seein' what's up with the other clubs, and under Western Reserve </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3438860/posts/default/83096520'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3438860/posts/default/83096520'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://margueritesays.blogspot.com/2002_10_01_archive.html#83096520' title=''/><author><name>Chelsea</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10847906201806644670</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-3438860.post-83069004</id><published>2002-10-16T12:46:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2002-10-16T12:46:37.770-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>oh yeah, sign my guestbook. :-)</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3438860/posts/default/83069004'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3438860/posts/default/83069004'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://margueritesays.blogspot.com/2002_10_01_archive.html#83069004' title=''/><author><name>Chelsea</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10847906201806644670</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-3438860.post-83068975</id><published>2002-10-16T12:46:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2002-10-16T12:46:05.160-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I have found that there is a lack of Clever Blog Titles in the afternnon, however, there are oodles at 3:00am.So, Open Hose is approved, I can make and hang flyers tomorrow.  And make sure I bother Annie until she calls me back, or we'll never get a time set up for the officer's meeting.The CSU Orchestra concert is tonight, and so is LHS's.  I'd rather go to LHS's and see my students and old </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3438860/posts/default/83068975'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3438860/posts/default/83068975'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://margueritesays.blogspot.com/2002_10_01_archive.html#83068975' title=''/><author><name>Chelsea</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10847906201806644670</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-3438860.post-82993697</id><published>2002-10-14T22:34:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2002-10-16T03:53:02.000-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>CBT's: "ANY WAY YOU WANT IT!",  "At home with the Insane" (I hear ya sister) "Moronathon" ha, very very good.alas, my breakfast with Chris went well, much to talk about...but, I wasn't particularly having a blast as I would with let's say Steph.  ,  Chris is just on a friends level, however he does have potential.  Lastnight I talked to Chris for like 4 hours on the phone until 1:30am.  But </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3438860/posts/default/82993697'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3438860/posts/default/82993697'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://margueritesays.blogspot.com/2002_10_01_archive.html#82993697' title=''/><author><name>Chelsea</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10847906201806644670</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-3438860.post-82940609</id><published>2002-10-13T20:51:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2002-10-16T12:25:00.000-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Clever Blog Title: "not wrong since 1973" ahahahahahahhaaaa. I like thatSo does anyone read this anymore?  It's kind of boring and only relevant to me.  ah well.  So, Gary called me tonight.  and I was very excited.  I love him, I do, but not like that, I love him like I love you guys.  This Chris guy, I don't love him like I love you guys, I like him, good kid, things in common, cool guy....</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3438860/posts/default/82940609'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3438860/posts/default/82940609'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://margueritesays.blogspot.com/2002_10_01_archive.html#82940609' title=''/><author><name>Chelsea</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10847906201806644670</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-3438860.post-82907173</id><published>2002-10-12T23:36:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2002-10-12T23:36:25.066-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>CBT: "WoRLd Of my own"Anywho...so this boy Chris really likes me.  He asked me if I believed in fate, and he described our meeting and date as very "serendipitous"  And yes John Cusak is his favorite actor, and he loves the movie Serendipity, I told him of my fond memory of my date with Valerie to see that movie.  Anywho, so we talked for a few hours at Arabica in Rocky River and we're seeing </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3438860/posts/default/82907173'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3438860/posts/default/82907173'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://margueritesays.blogspot.com/2002_10_01_archive.html#82907173' title=''/><author><name>Chelsea</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10847906201806644670</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-3438860.post-82856235</id><published>2002-10-11T16:10:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2002-10-11T16:10:00.020-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>umm...no CBT todaySo...I get on the bus after school, and almost immediatly this boy starts talking to me.  I don't mind, people do that to me all the time.  He's reading the O'Reiley Factor, so we talk some about politics.  Learn the normal stuff about each other, our major/where we work, blah blah.  SO...by the end of the ride, he has "my digits" and the plan to call me Saturday afternoon.  </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3438860/posts/default/82856235'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3438860/posts/default/82856235'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://margueritesays.blogspot.com/2002_10_01_archive.html#82856235' title=''/><author><name>Chelsea</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10847906201806644670</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-3438860.post-82815631</id><published>2002-10-10T19:58:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2002-10-10T19:58:30.006-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>sign my guestbook please</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3438860/posts/default/82815631'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3438860/posts/default/82815631'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://margueritesays.blogspot.com/2002_10_01_archive.html#82815631' title=''/><author><name>Chelsea</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10847906201806644670</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-3438860.post-82814433</id><published>2002-10-10T19:26:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2002-10-10T19:58:06.000-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>CBT: "oops, I'm in Hell."  "High Class Hookah's"  ahahahaSO I have much to tell.  So...The biggest regret of my entire life is very unimportant.  I regret not auditioning for Hope.  I could cry every day on the way home from school about it.  It's weird and selfish, mainly weird.  Also, I have realized that I must have had a distorted body image through out middle and high school.  I have </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3438860/posts/default/82814433'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3438860/posts/default/82814433'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://margueritesays.blogspot.com/2002_10_01_archive.html#82814433' title=''/><author><name>Chelsea</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10847906201806644670</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-3438860.post-82711447</id><published>2002-10-08T19:16:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2002-10-08T19:16:46.770-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I'm so pissed off!!!  My mom arranged to take my grandma out for her b-day and invited all of the family, but I'm teaching 4-8 tomorrow and can't go! I love my family more then anyone else in my family and I'm pissed that I can't see them.  I'm so mad</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3438860/posts/default/82711447'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3438860/posts/default/82711447'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://margueritesays.blogspot.com/2002_10_01_archive.html#82711447' title=''/><author><name>Chelsea</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10847906201806644670</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-3438860.post-82592473</id><published>2002-10-06T09:46:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2002-10-06T09:46:59.956-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>oh, I keep forgetting.  At www.ckiohio.org if you click on pictures, then on Tri-K west board meeting, there are pictures of me there at the meeting, and Gary's next to me.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3438860/posts/default/82592473'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3438860/posts/default/82592473'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://margueritesays.blogspot.com/2002_10_01_archive.html#82592473' title=''/><author><name>Chelsea</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10847906201806644670</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-3438860.post-82568242</id><published>2002-10-05T17:00:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2002-10-05T17:00:54.196-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>CBT: "How YOU Doing" haWow, it's been a long time.  acually, only a week, but that's a long time.  CKI is on it's way, it's all planned, it just has to happen, and there's a little work ahead to make it happen, but we'll get there soon.  School is good, theory is clicking, thank god.  I have a bunch of new students, so modays and wednesdays are booked, but no more weekend lessons thank god </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3438860/posts/default/82568242'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3438860/posts/default/82568242'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://margueritesays.blogspot.com/2002_10_01_archive.html#82568242' title=''/><author><name>Chelsea</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10847906201806644670</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-3438860.post-82280089</id><published>2002-09-29T16:00:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2002-09-29T16:00:28.326-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>CBT: "guilty" hahaThe board meeting was long, like 3 hours long. and I got there half way thru.  This is why I love Gary, today he greeted me by dipping me over his knee.  I love him, not because he dipped me, but because he knew how to do it correctly.Sweet Home Alabama, it was good, Jake was very pleasing to the eye.  umm...but I do love the Patrick Dempsey.  and  Vanessa Schroll can talk </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3438860/posts/default/82280089'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3438860/posts/default/82280089'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://margueritesays.blogspot.com/2002_09_01_archive.html#82280089' title=''/><author><name>Chelsea</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10847906201806644670</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-3438860.post-82213778</id><published>2002-09-27T19:08:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2002-09-27T19:08:33.510-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>CBT: "Opium Jacuzzi"So at Emerson the kids listen spectacularly.  And there was a bee that kept landing in girls' hair.  It was crazy, I always got it out though, and the girls' were really good about not freaking out.  Little Emma Paris practically invited it onto her head.  Amanda Pamphillis is a really good music librarian, and so is Max.I see Gary at a Tri-K district board meeting.  And </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3438860/posts/default/82213778'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3438860/posts/default/82213778'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://margueritesays.blogspot.com/2002_09_01_archive.html#82213778' title=''/><author><name>Chelsea</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10847906201806644670</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-3438860.post-82101320</id><published>2002-09-25T12:47:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2002-09-25T12:47:55.866-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Clever Blog Title: "My life as a Josh"  "me bitchin'..."Tonight I get to see my beloved Stephanie, which is greatly needed.  Last night Cassandra Sue called me as soon a she heard, that's why I love her.There's a computer project that's due tomorrow, and I haven't started it.  Whoops.  And I have to re-write my english paper again.  I get to have some K-Family Fun this weekend.  And now I </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3438860/posts/default/82101320'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3438860/posts/default/82101320'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://margueritesays.blogspot.com/2002_09_01_archive.html#82101320' title=''/><author><name>Chelsea</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10847906201806644670</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-3438860.post-82044087</id><published>2002-09-24T10:20:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2002-09-24T10:20:48.213-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>So, it's not so bad, however, I tend to get massivly teary-eyed on occasion.  </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3438860/posts/default/82044087'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3438860/posts/default/82044087'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://margueritesays.blogspot.com/2002_09_01_archive.html#82044087' title=''/><author><name>Chelsea</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10847906201806644670</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-3438860.post-81995059</id><published>2002-09-23T10:50:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2002-09-23T10:50:09.850-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>My Papa died last night.  I'm glad I went to see him at the hospital yesterday, even though I complained about it.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3438860/posts/default/81995059'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3438860/posts/default/81995059'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://margueritesays.blogspot.com/2002_09_01_archive.html#81995059' title=''/><author><name>Chelsea</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10847906201806644670</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-3438860.post-81973910</id><published>2002-09-22T22:19:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2002-09-22T22:19:01.140-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Clever Blog Title: "Stark Daving Mad"  hahaI feel bad for Bobby, he's overwhelmed with his school work.  And David has become quite the ladie's man.  He's always talking to like 7 girls on-line at the same time, and he's been on the phone with girls lately.  good for him.I ate so much today, not good.  I love this chilly weather!!!!  I love fall, I can't wait for winter...and then christmas</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3438860/posts/default/81973910'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3438860/posts/default/81973910'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://margueritesays.blogspot.com/2002_09_01_archive.html#81973910' title=''/><author><name>Chelsea</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10847906201806644670</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-3438860.post-81951119</id><published>2002-09-22T11:14:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2002-09-22T11:14:42.860-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>There were no CBT to my liking today.So lastnight...my uncle has had this girlfriend since he got divorced....and she's abnoxios.  And I don't now why, but she tells me stuff I don't care about.  And she was like, "I'm glad we talked, I knew you would listen, are you my niece now?"  I was thinking, woah, back the fuck up here.  Have you noticed that when ever you say "love you" to me, I never </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3438860/posts/default/81951119'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3438860/posts/default/81951119'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://margueritesays.blogspot.com/2002_09_01_archive.html#81951119' title=''/><author><name>Chelsea</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10847906201806644670</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-3438860.post-81915189</id><published>2002-09-21T11:40:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2002-09-21T11:40:27.633-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>No CBT's today.Last night Gary called me.  He was in Lakewood with a friend and they were at Cravings, and he invited me to join.  Which is very cool.  His friend Susan was very cool as well.  We talked about bunches of stuff, even politics which I enjoy immensly.  Susan is minoring in music.  She's very observant, she noticed my music note charm on my necklace.  It was a night well spent and </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3438860/posts/default/81915189'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3438860/posts/default/81915189'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://margueritesays.blogspot.com/2002_09_01_archive.html#81915189' title=''/><author><name>Chelsea</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10847906201806644670</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-3438860.post-81844744</id><published>2002-09-19T19:34:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2002-09-19T19:34:39.996-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Clever Blog Titles: "Welcom to my World...muaw ah ah"  "!?"I didn't like the other entry, but I kept it on anyway.I'm tired, and I feel like I have carpal tunnel, but less painfull, and the real diagnosis of tendinitis is kicking in, but it always does, ok, I'll quit my cryin' now.  I did talk to Gary, and he didn't annoy me which is spectacular.He and I both have the abnoxious </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3438860/posts/default/81844744'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3438860/posts/default/81844744'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://margueritesays.blogspot.com/2002_09_01_archive.html#81844744' title=''/><author><name>Chelsea</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10847906201806644670</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-3438860.post-81840142</id><published>2002-09-19T17:33:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2002-09-19T17:33:44.606-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Clever Blog Title: "Watered Down"   hmmLastnight was good old K-Family fun!  Our VP is convinced that Gary's gay which makes me sad...I'll just have to find out for myself.I saw Jenny!! But only at the meeting for like half an hour.  My car almost didn't make which upsets me greatly.  And I haev a list of 20 people who want to be contacted about CKI which is great, there are a few past Key </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3438860/posts/default/81840142'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3438860/posts/default/81840142'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://margueritesays.blogspot.com/2002_09_01_archive.html#81840142' title=''/><author><name>Chelsea</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10847906201806644670</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-3438860.post-81682084</id><published>2002-09-16T14:14:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2002-09-16T14:14:22.383-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Clever Blog Title: "bloggfuckers" I have to got to the bank, then to carls'a to make posters for CKI.  The activities fair is Wed. and I have a class while it's starting, I may not go to the class, I don't know.  Tonigh I'm picking up a girl I recruited to be secretary, we're going to John Carrolls' CKI Open House.  And of course Wed Is KENT!!!!!! ANd I get to see Gary tonight, and wed.  And </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3438860/posts/default/81682084'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3438860/posts/default/81682084'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://margueritesays.blogspot.com/2002_09_01_archive.html#81682084' title=''/><author><name>Chelsea</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10847906201806644670</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-3438860.post-81621780</id><published>2002-09-15T02:06:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2002-09-15T02:06:06.446-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Clever Blog Title: "a storm of sunshine"  I like that.Tonight I spent time with some friends from middle school.  I love Bill Detwiller, I laugh so hard it's not even funny.  It's always very loud when ever Ashley Geisel, Bethany Pierce, Bill and I are in a room together.  Mainly we have obnoxious yet humerous laughs.  And we are the only group of people who can take each and every joke and </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3438860/posts/default/81621780'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3438860/posts/default/81621780'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://margueritesays.blogspot.com/2002_09_01_archive.html#81621780' title=''/><author><name>Chelsea</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10847906201806644670</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-3438860.post-81607507</id><published>2002-09-14T17:50:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2002-09-14T17:50:49.270-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Today I heard "Vehicle" on the radio.  It felt so good.  I miss marching band.  good times.and I find eating at the computer very difficult.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3438860/posts/default/81607507'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3438860/posts/default/81607507'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://margueritesays.blogspot.com/2002_09_01_archive.html#81607507' title=''/><author><name>Chelsea</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10847906201806644670</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-3438860.post-81604826</id><published>2002-09-14T16:19:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2002-09-14T16:19:42.680-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Clever Blog Title:  "Bloggin' with Betty"  that tickled my fancyI hate the weekends.  While I'm at school I'm fine, when I come home I want to shoot myself.  And my family.  And I swear to myself that I won't have a family of my own one day.  I think mainly it's just because I  haven't had much sleep this past week.  Yeah, I think that's it.  On Wednesday I'm going to Kent!! I'm oh so very </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3438860/posts/default/81604826'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3438860/posts/default/81604826'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://margueritesays.blogspot.com/2002_09_01_archive.html#81604826' title=''/><author><name>Chelsea</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10847906201806644670</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>
