<?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-3176458</id><updated>2011-04-21T18:13:43.922-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Evilspeech</title><subtitle type='html'>''when you find yourself in the thick of it, help yourself to a bit of what is all around you, silly girl''</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://evilpeach.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3176458/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://evilpeach.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3176458/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Madeleine</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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>148</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3176458.post-3887584869503031185</id><published>2007-03-23T12:32:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-03-23T12:33:24.461-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>"There ain't no revolution, only evolution, but every time I'm in Georgia I eat a peach for peace."Duanne Allman, in response to the question "How are you helping the revolution?"</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3176458/posts/default/3887584869503031185'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3176458/posts/default/3887584869503031185'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://evilpeach.blogspot.com/2007_03_01_archive.html#3887584869503031185' title=''/><author><name>Madeleine</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-3176458.post-8094777472694076856</id><published>2007-01-13T10:56:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-01-13T10:57:22.162-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I arise in the morning torn between a desire to improve the world and a desire to enjoy the world. This makes it hard to plan the day.E. B. White</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3176458/posts/default/8094777472694076856'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3176458/posts/default/8094777472694076856'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://evilpeach.blogspot.com/2007_01_01_archive.html#8094777472694076856' title=''/><author><name>Madeleine</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-3176458.post-2497228564523391351</id><published>2007-01-11T13:38:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-01-11T13:40:41.969-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Things to do in college:Live in a co-opBecome a godmotherBackpack in EuropeSee the PopeSpend days in the Louvre, D'Orsee, Pompidou. . .Try (at least) twenty Belgian beersBecome vegetarianTake a rollercoster down from the Great WallIntern at the White HouseWrite material for a Senate debateFind my dream job (Resources for the Future)Send cables to overseas embassiesMeet a wonderful guyFind the </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3176458/posts/default/2497228564523391351'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3176458/posts/default/2497228564523391351'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://evilpeach.blogspot.com/2007_01_01_archive.html#2497228564523391351' title=''/><author><name>Madeleine</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-3176458.post-115629877499294624</id><published>2006-08-22T21:05:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-08-22T21:06:15.003-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>The Movie Of Your Life Is  A Cult ClassicQuirky, offbeat, and even a little campy - your life appeals to a select few.But if someone's obsessed with you, look out!  Your fans are downright freaky.Your best movie matches: Office Space, Showgirls, The Big LebowskiIf Your Life Was a Movie, What Genre Would It Be?</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3176458/posts/default/115629877499294624'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3176458/posts/default/115629877499294624'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://evilpeach.blogspot.com/2006_08_01_archive.html#115629877499294624' title=''/><author><name>Madeleine</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-3176458.post-113972324336298758</id><published>2006-02-11T23:45:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-02-11T23:47:23.370-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Belief-O-Matic matches me with. . . 1.  Hinduism (100%)2.  Eastern Orthodox (96%)3.  Roman Catholic (96%)4.  Orthodox Quaker (93%)5.  Seventh Day Adventist (87%)6.  Mainline to Conservative Christian/Protestant (82%)7.  Mainline to Liberal Christian Protestants (77%)8.  Jainism (77%)9.  Theravada Buddhism (66%)10.  Sikhism (66%)Okay, I get all of them EXCEPT Seventh Day Adventist. I mean, if they</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3176458/posts/default/113972324336298758'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3176458/posts/default/113972324336298758'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://evilpeach.blogspot.com/2006_02_01_archive.html#113972324336298758' title=''/><author><name>Madeleine</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-3176458.post-110116638558374790</id><published>2004-11-22T17:31:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2004-11-29T18:21:49.200-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>In January 2005 I will be relocating to Washington D.C. (and living in Maryland) for the entire year.For this year I will be posting at:www.maddyDC.blogspot.comCatch you later.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3176458/posts/default/110116638558374790'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3176458/posts/default/110116638558374790'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://evilpeach.blogspot.com/2004_11_01_archive.html#110116638558374790' title=''/><author><name>Madeleine</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-3176458.post-109572973763574030</id><published>2004-09-20T20:20:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-09-20T20:22:17.636-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Scary Quote of the week:"Of course the people don't want war. But after all, it's the leaders of the country who determine the policy, and it's always a simple matter to drag the people along whether it's a democracy, a fascist dictatorship, or a parliament, or a communist dictatorship. Voice or no voice, the people can always be brought to the bidding of the leaders. That is easy. All you have</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3176458/posts/default/109572973763574030'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3176458/posts/default/109572973763574030'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://evilpeach.blogspot.com/2004_09_01_archive.html#109572973763574030' title=''/><author><name>Madeleine</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-3176458.post-109172472696911436</id><published>2004-08-05T11:50:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-08-05T11:52:06.970-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I just got called "ma'am."Damn.I mean, I realize I'm in College Station, the heart of Texas, in the south. But do I look like a ma'am to you?!? wtf!!Anyway, on a lighter note, at least he didn't say, excuse me ma'am and then grope me.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3176458/posts/default/109172472696911436'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3176458/posts/default/109172472696911436'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://evilpeach.blogspot.com/2004_08_01_archive.html#109172472696911436' title=''/><author><name>Madeleine</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-3176458.post-109034427484778211</id><published>2004-07-20T12:20:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-07-20T12:24:34.846-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Since I generally have a decent amount of time to kill between biology 2 and ecology, I thought I'd revive the old blog. Not that anyone reads it anymore, but you know, it's something to do I guess. I mean I should be working on my papers, or researching internships for the spring semester. But, no, writing to myself seems so much more appealing. Now that I say that, my mind has gone blank. </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3176458/posts/default/109034427484778211'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3176458/posts/default/109034427484778211'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://evilpeach.blogspot.com/2004_07_01_archive.html#109034427484778211' title=''/><author><name>Madeleine</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-3176458.post-109025760188096800</id><published>2004-07-19T11:54:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-07-19T12:20:01.880-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>The world is a strange, strange place.   Not that it's a revelation or anything. Things just move so fast. I mean, since May I have been to Kansas, China, DC, and now. . . College Station? I haven't had any serious down time to reflect on my crazy summer. Okay so I did go to Corpus Christi, but I had to play with my brothers and get sunburned.  It's still hard to process China. I mean, that's</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3176458/posts/default/109025760188096800'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3176458/posts/default/109025760188096800'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://evilpeach.blogspot.com/2004_07_01_archive.html#109025760188096800' title=''/><author><name>Madeleine</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-3176458.post-108302732520009836</id><published>2004-04-26T19:55:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-04-26T19:58:28.983-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Do you ever feel really rejected and underappreciated? I mean, my family certainly doesn't fail, nor does Eric, nor do my friends. But my peers? I lost the position of treasurer to my ex roommate, who I have a lot of frustrations with. And then to kick me in the ass, I lost environmental chair because I didn't vote for myself. I didn't think anyone voted for themselves. It's unethical. And I </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3176458/posts/default/108302732520009836'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3176458/posts/default/108302732520009836'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://evilpeach.blogspot.com/2004_04_01_archive.html#108302732520009836' title=''/><author><name>Madeleine</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-3176458.post-107871237724620511</id><published>2004-03-07T20:19:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2004-03-07T20:22:02.280-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Oh yeah, and I turned 21. That's right, now I'm legal.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3176458/posts/default/107871237724620511'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3176458/posts/default/107871237724620511'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://evilpeach.blogspot.com/2004_03_01_archive.html#107871237724620511' title=''/><author><name>Madeleine</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-3176458.post-107871211905741584</id><published>2004-03-07T20:15:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2004-03-07T20:17:32.623-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>You are Charlie Brown! Which Peanuts Character are You? brought to you by QuizillaThis is interesting. I have always identified with Charlie Brown. And I HATE IT WHEN LUCY PULLS THE BALL AWAY WHEN HE GOES FOR THE KICK!!! AHHH!!!!so maybe I'm Charlie Brown with a little pent up agression.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3176458/posts/default/107871211905741584'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3176458/posts/default/107871211905741584'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://evilpeach.blogspot.com/2004_03_01_archive.html#107871211905741584' title=''/><author><name>Madeleine</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-3176458.post-107427101252356491</id><published>2004-01-16T10:36:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2004-01-16T10:38:14.296-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>bad friend:So. . . Crista and I had fun last night. But I forgot to make Crista drink water. Krista and I were watching "Pulp Fiction," so I didn't realize how many bottle of SKYY and Smirnoff Ice Crista had downed. So now she has a huge headache. My bad.oh yeah: my head is fine.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3176458/posts/default/107427101252356491'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3176458/posts/default/107427101252356491'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://evilpeach.blogspot.com/2004_01_01_archive.html#107427101252356491' title=''/><author><name>Madeleine</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-3176458.post-107412948099226864</id><published>2004-01-14T19:18:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2004-01-14T19:19:21.436-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>From my friend Vimbayi:"As all advocates of feminist politics know most people do not understand sexism or if they do they think it is not a problem. Masses of people think that feminism is always and only about women seeking to be equal to men. And a huge majority of these folks think feminism is anti-male. Their misunderstanding of feminist politics reflects the reality that most folks learn </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3176458/posts/default/107412948099226864'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3176458/posts/default/107412948099226864'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://evilpeach.blogspot.com/2004_01_01_archive.html#107412948099226864' title=''/><author><name>Madeleine</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-3176458.post-107353886703956487</id><published>2004-01-07T23:14:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2004-01-07T23:15:40.780-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>well, I've added a bit to sort of sum up my Madeleine In Europe blog. it's a bit sappy, just to give you a heads up. but that's me then, isn't it?</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3176458/posts/default/107353886703956487'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3176458/posts/default/107353886703956487'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://evilpeach.blogspot.com/2004_01_01_archive.html#107353886703956487' title=''/><author><name>Madeleine</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-3176458.post-107310520572798481</id><published>2004-01-02T22:46:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2004-01-02T22:48:58.826-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Hello hello. Happy New Year! I feel a tad behind on that comment, but better late than never I suppose. I was able for the first time to attend the annual Chloe-Katie New Year's Eve party. This year it was at Chloe's house (and here parents were at Mala's house). It was wonderful! I got to see people I haven't seen in ages--Chloe for one, Jeannie, Kim, Kevin Capps and his girlfriend, Kevin </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3176458/posts/default/107310520572798481'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3176458/posts/default/107310520572798481'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://evilpeach.blogspot.com/2004_01_01_archive.html#107310520572798481' title=''/><author><name>Madeleine</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-3176458.post-107284106306725437</id><published>2003-12-30T21:24:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2003-12-30T21:31:55.340-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Eric said I need to write.This is me writing.La la la.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3176458/posts/default/107284106306725437'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3176458/posts/default/107284106306725437'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://evilpeach.blogspot.com/2003_12_01_archive.html#107284106306725437' title=''/><author><name>Madeleine</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-3176458.post-106510958479584562</id><published>2003-10-02T10:46:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-10-02T10:46:24.323-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>i'm still here. I promise.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3176458/posts/default/106510958479584562'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3176458/posts/default/106510958479584562'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://evilpeach.blogspot.com/2003_10_01_archive.html#106510958479584562' title=''/><author><name>Madeleine</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-3176458.post-106244136462432340</id><published>2003-09-01T13:36:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-09-01T13:36:04.566-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I'm sure it's no big surprise to you that yourromance is The Princess Bride. A heartwarmingtale of "Twue Wuve" that has giants,Spainards and swashbuckling. You really dothink that love can overcome anything. You maybe a touch naive but your heart is certainly inthe right place. You've probably got one ofthose relationships where proper nouns havebeen replaced with "Snookums" and"Pookie Pie". Eww.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3176458/posts/default/106244136462432340'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3176458/posts/default/106244136462432340'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://evilpeach.blogspot.com/2003_09_01_archive.html#106244136462432340' title=''/><author><name>Madeleine</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-3176458.post-106079150243577593</id><published>2003-08-13T11:18:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-08-13T11:23:08.863-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>funny thing? I'm still here. Dah.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3176458/posts/default/106079150243577593'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3176458/posts/default/106079150243577593'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://evilpeach.blogspot.com/2003_08_01_archive.html#106079150243577593' title=''/><author><name>Madeleine</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-3176458.post-106079080063597305</id><published>2003-08-13T11:06:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-08-13T11:11:27.206-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I took that last quiz ages ago. Don't know why it wouldn't post until now. Hmm. So I'm meant to be packing. Haha. Can I just move KU on top of Sam? Or maybe just move my house to Lawrence? I am thrilled to get to see Eric. and all the other Miller ppl--Libby, Beck, Aubs, Sarah, Danielle, Cheri, both Rachels, Steph, Miriam, heck even Kaelyn. and eventually band ppl. And my study abroad friends. </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3176458/posts/default/106079080063597305'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3176458/posts/default/106079080063597305'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://evilpeach.blogspot.com/2003_08_01_archive.html#106079080063597305' title=''/><author><name>Madeleine</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-3176458.post-106078995546173149</id><published>2003-08-13T10:52:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-08-13T10:57:21.986-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>You are Hugo Chavez. You're President of Venezuelaand Dubya hates you for your leftie wealthredistributrion malarkey. He backed a coupattempt against you, but the coup failedbecause the people of Venezuela rose up tosupport you. Go you! What person hated by George W Bush are you? brought to you by Quizilla</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3176458/posts/default/106078995546173149'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3176458/posts/default/106078995546173149'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://evilpeach.blogspot.com/2003_08_01_archive.html#106078995546173149' title=''/><author><name>Madeleine</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-3176458.post-105987486869838222</id><published>2003-08-02T20:41:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-08-02T20:41:08.630-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Hi hi hi. What is it with me and multiple introductions?So yes, I should be working on my paper. I'm trying, I really am. It's just not that exciting. Not even a teensy little bit. Okay, secretly it's that I can't work and listen to this cd Eric made me. He sent it to Paris and everything. Do I have the best boy or what? And on top of that, it's a great cd. Jimi Hendrix, "Puff the Magic </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3176458/posts/default/105987486869838222'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3176458/posts/default/105987486869838222'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://evilpeach.blogspot.com/2003_08_01_archive.html#105987486869838222' title=''/><author><name>Madeleine</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-3176458.post-105916150967617085</id><published>2003-07-25T14:31:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-07-25T14:31:49.786-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>hello hello. I'm at dad's office, and I should go home but I just couldn't pass up the opportunity to use the network internet. Oh so fast. Plus I get privacy here that I'd never get a home. If I was more ethical I'd go to the library, but I don't know where the general use computers are. Plus I don't have a user name. At least if I'm using my dad's, it's is in his office.Well that was a whole </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3176458/posts/default/105916150967617085'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3176458/posts/default/105916150967617085'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://evilpeach.blogspot.com/2003_07_01_archive.html#105916150967617085' title=''/><author><name>Madeleine</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-3176458.post-105900355668834540</id><published>2003-07-23T18:39:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-07-23T19:10:19.680-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>haha under the 10 most recently published blogs, I just spied a blog entirely devoted to the KC royals. royalsbaseball.blogspot.com. haha. check it out.yep, Daniel made fun of me, but I've been golfing a lot lately. No more than 9 holes at a time and often not that many. I'd much rather go after dinner when it cools down, but then it gets dark. It's too expensive a sport for me to do on my own,</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3176458/posts/default/105900355668834540'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3176458/posts/default/105900355668834540'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://evilpeach.blogspot.com/2003_07_01_archive.html#105900355668834540' title=''/><author><name>Madeleine</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-3176458.post-105892817549368938</id><published>2003-07-22T21:42:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-07-23T18:59:39.050-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>so Krista wants to here about the older Ischy. rrrRandall!!well it was strange because he called at 11:45 on Saturday night. I was here at this computer, plugging away at my paper. Okay, that's not true. I was chatting online with Eric. On an oh-so-secret screen name.  I was just getting ready to say goodnight and go to bed when Randall called.I guess he was at work when I called him last </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3176458/posts/default/105892817549368938'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3176458/posts/default/105892817549368938'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://evilpeach.blogspot.com/2003_07_01_archive.html#105892817549368938' title=''/><author><name>Madeleine</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-3176458.post-105885261095241025</id><published>2003-07-22T00:43:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-07-22T00:43:30.970-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>it finally worked! yipee!I'm so tired right now and for no good reason. I got to talk to three people tonight--Daniel and Eric and Crista.  E and Lea are by far two of my most favorite people to talk to. It's hard to find people who are such good listeners. Daniel was himself as always. It was good to catch up. And to see how much we really have both changed. I never believe it until it's </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3176458/posts/default/105885261095241025'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3176458/posts/default/105885261095241025'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://evilpeach.blogspot.com/2003_07_01_archive.html#105885261095241025' title=''/><author><name>Madeleine</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-3176458.post-105876569770279976</id><published>2003-07-21T00:34:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-07-22T00:20:28.383-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>okay, so I've been wanting to post for a long time. I finally fixed my template so you can see more than one entry for more than one month! woohoo.so i've been busy. so busy that I let Crista down and didn't go camping this weekend. my paper would be even worse than it is now, if that's possible. i'm not sure that could really happen though. and I let Krista down by not finishing it and coming </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3176458/posts/default/105876569770279976'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3176458/posts/default/105876569770279976'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://evilpeach.blogspot.com/2003_07_01_archive.html#105876569770279976' title=''/><author><name>Madeleine</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-3176458.post-105807556973222359</id><published>2003-07-13T00:52:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-07-13T00:52:49.580-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>okay, I need to do to bed, so this is all I have to say tonight. What threat to the Bush Administation are you?Threat rating: High. The Bush administration isconcerned that it may not get a second term.Therefore, we are going to change the rules sothat each Democrat vote only counts as 0.2votes because Democrat is a shorter word thanRepublican What threat to the Bush administration are you? </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3176458/posts/default/105807556973222359'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3176458/posts/default/105807556973222359'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://evilpeach.blogspot.com/2003_07_01_archive.html#105807556973222359' title=''/><author><name>Madeleine</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-3176458.post-105687005613075570</id><published>2003-06-29T02:00:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-06-29T02:08:47.436-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Now that I sit down to write, I really really have to go to the bathroom.  Be right back.Just thought I'd be honest.Merely the act of me journaling shows I have way too much time on my hands. I need something to do besides unpack.I found "The Grapes of Wrath" today. I never finished that book. Of course, I didn't have to read it in high school. That's something moving will do to you. I </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3176458/posts/default/105687005613075570'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3176458/posts/default/105687005613075570'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://evilpeach.blogspot.com/2003_06_01_archive.html#105687005613075570' title=''/><author><name>Madeleine</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-3176458.post-105668188972818178</id><published>2003-06-26T21:44:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-06-26T21:44:49.653-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I never know how to start a paragraph.  Should I introduce myself? Or say hello? Or maybe just jump in? 'Just' and 'jump' look strange next to each other. Right well, maybe I'll try that last one. . .Now I'm listening to REM's Great Beyond on repeat. I like to do that with some songs, just listen to the over and over and over. I love this song. My family must be sick of me singing it all the </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3176458/posts/default/105668188972818178'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3176458/posts/default/105668188972818178'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://evilpeach.blogspot.com/2003_06_01_archive.html#105668188972818178' title=''/><author><name>Madeleine</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-3176458.post-105556979839994704</id><published>2003-06-14T00:49:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-06-26T21:56:53.953-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>right, so I'd just like to give a shout out to Eric! He called me right before he saw Neil Young (with Crazy Horse I might add). He's in Manchester, TN at the Bonnaroo music festival. Yep, that's my jam-band boy. I heard the opening guitar chords. And the screams of 5o,ooo some odd people. Oh why did I make fun of him when he was buying tickets? :-( Did I mention the Allman Brothers Band and </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3176458/posts/default/105556979839994704'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3176458/posts/default/105556979839994704'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://evilpeach.blogspot.com/2003_06_01_archive.html#105556979839994704' title=''/><author><name>Madeleine</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-3176458.post-105556741149072481</id><published>2003-06-14T00:10:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-06-14T00:38:00.790-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>dude, the Blogger editing page has been updated. it's all stylish now. I kinda like it.  But it still feels uncomfortable, like when hotmail changed. I still miss the old format. And yahoo? And the W-CF Courrier. So I sound like an old fart. But really, I understand! You get used to something, visually, and then they up and change on you. Drr.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3176458/posts/default/105556741149072481'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3176458/posts/default/105556741149072481'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://evilpeach.blogspot.com/2003_06_01_archive.html#105556741149072481' title=''/><author><name>Madeleine</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-3176458.post-105535173565187095</id><published>2003-06-11T12:15:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-06-11T12:15:35.786-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Okay. . . this is stange. Blogger completely changed on me. But not on my MadeleineInEurope blog. Hmm. . .</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3176458/posts/default/105535173565187095'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3176458/posts/default/105535173565187095'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://evilpeach.blogspot.com/2003_06_01_archive.html#105535173565187095' title=''/><author><name>Madeleine</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-3176458.post-93253272</id><published>2003-04-25T13:16:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-04-25T13:16:27.073-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Okay, couldn't resist. Well, u-- um, can we come up and have a look? What Monty Python Character are you? brought to you by Quizilla</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3176458/posts/default/93253272'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3176458/posts/default/93253272'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://evilpeach.blogspot.com/2003_04_01_archive.html#93253272' title=''/><author><name>Madeleine</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-3176458.post-88232107</id><published>2003-01-29T16:55:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2003-01-29T16:55:26.596-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>i'm in florence. check out MaddyInEurope.blogspot.com for more info. love you.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3176458/posts/default/88232107'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3176458/posts/default/88232107'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://evilpeach.blogspot.com/2003_01_01_archive.html#88232107' title=''/><author><name>Madeleine</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-3176458.post-86809264</id><published>2003-01-01T20:58:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2003-04-25T13:16:48.000-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>       Primary       Ability:              Healer            Healers are gentle people, gifted with the ability to heal others with the strength of their own minds.  They can examine a person's body and aura, helping them to recover from injury or sickness.  Healers never put themselves first, and can be generous to a fault.                                     Secondary       </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3176458/posts/default/86809264'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3176458/posts/default/86809264'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://evilpeach.blogspot.com/2003_01_01_archive.html#86809264' title=''/><author><name>Madeleine</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-3176458.post-86808629</id><published>2003-01-01T20:40:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2003-01-01T20:40:39.036-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Happy New Year!I've never been that excited about New Year. Easter always feel like more of the beginning of a new year to me. Or the end of school. But I did have fun. I hung out at the family parties. At The Simmets we toasted marshmellow around the campfire and made smores. And Jeanie made great mulled wine. After about four hours there, we came home and celebrated midnight with Nick at 10:</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3176458/posts/default/86808629'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3176458/posts/default/86808629'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://evilpeach.blogspot.com/2003_01_01_archive.html#86808629' title=''/><author><name>Madeleine</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-3176458.post-86650870</id><published>2002-12-29T00:44:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2002-12-29T00:44:33.613-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Well it's great to feel like everyone's missed me. Hmph. No, really, I'm not hurt. Steph did write me an e-mail. Do you really want to know about my Christmas?Well, I really enjoy being home. And I got lots of nice, pratical things--a wheely bag thing, luggage locks, money, travel books, new hair brush, a new tool kit (which rolls up nicely), candy, makeup, oh wait, okay those last two aren't </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3176458/posts/default/86650870'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3176458/posts/default/86650870'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://evilpeach.blogspot.com/2002_12_01_archive.html#86650870' title=''/><author><name>Madeleine</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-3176458.post-86095476</id><published>2002-12-16T00:11:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2002-12-16T00:11:53.173-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'> What Office Space character are you? brought to you by Quizilla</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3176458/posts/default/86095476'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3176458/posts/default/86095476'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://evilpeach.blogspot.com/2002_12_01_archive.html#86095476' title=''/><author><name>Madeleine</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-3176458.post-86095187</id><published>2002-12-16T00:05:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2002-12-16T00:05:33.200-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>   </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3176458/posts/default/86095187'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3176458/posts/default/86095187'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://evilpeach.blogspot.com/2002_12_01_archive.html#86095187' title=''/><author><name>Madeleine</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-3176458.post-86095109</id><published>2002-12-16T00:03:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2002-12-16T00:03:53.120-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>   and apparently. . .           "No! Isn't that awesome? Yay you! You've won the quiz and will be just fine as your tough woman self." </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3176458/posts/default/86095109'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3176458/posts/default/86095109'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://evilpeach.blogspot.com/2002_12_01_archive.html#86095109' title=''/><author><name>Madeleine</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-3176458.post-86094875</id><published>2002-12-15T23:58:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2002-12-15T23:58:28.210-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>   "Your score kinda sucks to be honest. We aren't ashamed of you, but good luck finding a militant feminist to hang out with because we've got this thing about people like you. There's hope, it's just looking far away right now." "I'm not really militant.  I could be cool if I tried, but I usually don't try."         </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3176458/posts/default/86094875'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3176458/posts/default/86094875'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://evilpeach.blogspot.com/2002_12_01_archive.html#86094875' title=''/><author><name>Madeleine</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-3176458.post-85998056</id><published>2002-12-14T12:30:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2002-12-14T12:30:49.943-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Okay, Steph sent me this survey a long time ago, and I copied Eric's clever idea of posting it on my blog. It's not the best, but just for you Steph :-)------------1. If you were going to get a tattoo, what would it be and where would youput it? (If you already have one, share with us where it is and what it isI would get a peace sign on the inside of my right ankle.2. What CD or tape do </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3176458/posts/default/85998056'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3176458/posts/default/85998056'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://evilpeach.blogspot.com/2002_12_01_archive.html#85998056' title=''/><author><name>Madeleine</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-3176458.post-85751662</id><published>2002-12-09T17:38:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2002-12-09T17:38:26.710-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>yo. lotsa work to do. could bore you all with the details. . .if I had the time?  :-)  hope everyone is wrapping up the end of the year with lots of celebration and just enough studying to get by.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3176458/posts/default/85751662'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3176458/posts/default/85751662'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://evilpeach.blogspot.com/2002_12_01_archive.html#85751662' title=''/><author><name>Madeleine</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-3176458.post-85499726</id><published>2002-12-04T14:57:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2002-12-04T15:06:00.000-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>So I meant to do work, but in the little time I have before band, I took some of Jake's quizzes. . . A different quiz, what strange type of person are you? brought to you by Quizillayeah that one I'm not all that sure about. . . do you think I'm a dreamer? But this next one seems right (I guess you'd have to ask my boys about it). What Sign of Affection Are You? brought to you by Quizilla</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3176458/posts/default/85499726'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3176458/posts/default/85499726'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://evilpeach.blogspot.com/2002_12_01_archive.html#85499726' title=''/><author><name>Madeleine</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-3176458.post-85496721</id><published>2002-12-04T13:49:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2002-12-04T13:49:06.660-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Hello one and all! I should, really really should be working. But I'll take a short break to de-stress. I spent politics this afternoon writing some preliminary plans for Europe. We'll see how Libby likes them.Oh okay the Rachel/Shannon story!! So After I leave for football, Rachel comes in and Libby asks her the situation. I mean, it's a little much to have a new person come in without </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3176458/posts/default/85496721'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3176458/posts/default/85496721'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://evilpeach.blogspot.com/2002_12_01_archive.html#85496721' title=''/><author><name>Madeleine</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-3176458.post-85113880</id><published>2002-11-26T10:25:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2002-11-26T10:25:04.596-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>going home for break. catch up with you all later :-)</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3176458/posts/default/85113880'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3176458/posts/default/85113880'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://evilpeach.blogspot.com/2002_11_01_archive.html#85113880' title=''/><author><name>Madeleine</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-3176458.post-85024640</id><published>2002-11-24T17:06:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2002-11-24T17:06:46.723-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Which Sesame Street Muppet Are You?</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3176458/posts/default/85024640'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3176458/posts/default/85024640'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://evilpeach.blogspot.com/2002_11_01_archive.html#85024640' title=''/><author><name>Madeleine</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-3176458.post-85016039</id><published>2002-11-24T13:11:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2002-11-24T13:21:31.000-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>"I'm a Vampire, the oddball who sits quietly at parties. You rarely speak, but when I do, its usually so crazy that I probably shouldn't have said it at all."  discover your ALcoHoLiC personality!Okay, so Libby sent me this quiz--she's a depth charge! Lol.Apparently a Vampire is 1 oz of Vodka, 1 oz of Chambord Raspberry Liqueur, 1 oz Rose's of Lime Juice, and 1 oz of Cranberry Juice. Sounds </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3176458/posts/default/85016039'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3176458/posts/default/85016039'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://evilpeach.blogspot.com/2002_11_01_archive.html#85016039' title=''/><author><name>Madeleine</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-3176458.post-85015655</id><published>2002-11-24T13:00:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2002-11-24T13:03:13.000-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'> Which Lord of the Rings Character are you? brought to you by QuizillaMwhaha am I cool or what? That's right. Elrond. Well I guess he failed in a way, but how can you fight some who has the ring?</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3176458/posts/default/85015655'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3176458/posts/default/85015655'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://evilpeach.blogspot.com/2002_11_01_archive.html#85015655' title=''/><author><name>Madeleine</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-3176458.post-84938917</id><published>2002-11-22T14:17:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2002-11-26T09:35:47.000-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Now you all need some background on Rachel. Rachel is a freshman who moved in to Miller this year. She's a happy and friendly girl.  She and her roommate Shannon are buddy buddy from day one. This, as I'm sure you know, often happens with freshman, and especially in Miller. The old girls all know each other and you want so badly to know someone. So you cling. They were one word, not two people. </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3176458/posts/default/84938917'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3176458/posts/default/84938917'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://evilpeach.blogspot.com/2002_11_01_archive.html#84938917' title=''/><author><name>Madeleine</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-3176458.post-84938533</id><published>2002-11-22T14:09:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2002-11-22T14:34:39.000-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Mwhaha. For the continuation. . .Dead sure I was in trouble. In fact, Libby had twenty empty or partially empty cans of Miller Lite under her desk. These were from the three boys from Newton, Iowa that came to visit Valeria. One was her cousin, and the other two were his friends. Libby got some drunken international student action that weekend, I might add. But yes, twenty or so cans of Miller </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3176458/posts/default/84938533'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3176458/posts/default/84938533'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://evilpeach.blogspot.com/2002_11_01_archive.html#84938533' title=''/><author><name>Madeleine</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-3176458.post-84883943</id><published>2002-11-21T13:45:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2002-11-21T13:45:08.500-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>So, for the promised story.Where do I begin?Okay, so my roommate Libby and I are going to study aborad next semester, so my third roommate, Valeria, had begun to stake out who she wanted to live with after we left Miller. She had asked Barbara, and Barbara agreed. She would have to move all her stuff in here before Christmas break. Everything's fine and dandy.This past Monday, I came running </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3176458/posts/default/84883943'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3176458/posts/default/84883943'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://evilpeach.blogspot.com/2002_11_01_archive.html#84883943' title=''/><author><name>Madeleine</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-3176458.post-84719271</id><published>2002-11-18T13:13:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2002-11-18T13:13:45.000-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Here's some Marching Jayhawks pictures :-) Check out DSCF0030.jpg for a picture of Eric (yeah, he's the one making everyone laugh), and me in DSCF0036.jpg   Ah shoot, I forgot I told Valeria I'd take her to Checkers. Catch ya later. </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3176458/posts/default/84719271'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3176458/posts/default/84719271'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://evilpeach.blogspot.com/2002_11_01_archive.html#84719271' title=''/><author><name>Madeleine</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-3176458.post-84584319</id><published>2002-11-15T11:29:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2002-11-15T11:32:36.000-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Oh and I really think I'm going to quit society and join a commune. What is it with everyone leaving their computers on all night so they can have their away message up?!?! Did no one learn anything about energy conservation? Do you know where your energy comes from? What an utter waste. I'm certainly not claiming perfection, and not that I haven't done it in the past, but think about it. How </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3176458/posts/default/84584319'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3176458/posts/default/84584319'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://evilpeach.blogspot.com/2002_11_01_archive.html#84584319' title=''/><author><name>Madeleine</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-3176458.post-84583870</id><published>2002-11-15T11:17:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2002-11-15T11:33:35.000-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Okay, this may seem childish, but I am going to rant in reply to my friend Krista's rant. A link to her page is on my sidebar. Okay so Krista complains that the National Merit Test has statewide standards. My first point is that National Merit is a private corporation. They can set up whatever rules they desire. Secondly, I think the state designation is reasonable NOT because I benefited </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3176458/posts/default/84583870'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3176458/posts/default/84583870'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://evilpeach.blogspot.com/2002_11_01_archive.html#84583870' title=''/><author><name>Madeleine</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-3176458.post-84561143</id><published>2002-11-14T22:37:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2002-11-14T22:37:30.950-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>haha Freudian slip! I mean it's been a busy week. How I got bush from busy. . . *must've hit the h instead of the y* . . . *hits self on the head* . . . *ouch*</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3176458/posts/default/84561143'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3176458/posts/default/84561143'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://evilpeach.blogspot.com/2002_11_01_archive.html#84561143' title=''/><author><name>Madeleine</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-3176458.post-84561054</id><published>2002-11-14T22:35:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2002-11-14T22:35:29.323-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>wow it's been a bush week. Lots of projects, tests, briefs, etc. I'm sure you all are thrilled to hear about it.Most exictingly, our last football game is tomorrow! Saturday, whatever. Woo-hoo!! Yeah! Good times. Talk about a disappointing season. Not that I really expected that much, but still. Eh. Our show is a the leadership written show--a "video game" theme. We're doing the MOST OBNOXIOUS </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3176458/posts/default/84561054'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3176458/posts/default/84561054'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://evilpeach.blogspot.com/2002_11_01_archive.html#84561054' title=''/><author><name>Madeleine</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-3176458.post-84124262</id><published>2002-11-06T11:15:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2002-11-06T11:16:21.000-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>please, I'd like to ask everyone for their thoughts and prayers. One of my high school friends, Bryan, (who's also my good high school friend, Morgan's, boyfriend) was in serious accident last night. Luckily his seat belt and air bag saved him, but his head still hit the windshield. He is in critical condition--nonresponsive with very little brain activity. Bryan has a bounce back personality so </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3176458/posts/default/84124262'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3176458/posts/default/84124262'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://evilpeach.blogspot.com/2002_11_01_archive.html#84124262' title=''/><author><name>Madeleine</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-3176458.post-83882897</id><published>2002-11-01T11:56:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2002-11-01T11:56:00.013-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>why am I so moody? I don't try to be. I feel like I am. Maybe it's because I'm still sick. Bleh. I can't even find music to pick me up. That's not a good sign. HELP! I have these two pig projects for Environmental studies, plus a brief for Sup Ct and a paper for pols theory. And the piccolo party is tonight! What should I do? Plus that whole being sick thing. Damn damn damn. That and we have </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3176458/posts/default/83882897'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3176458/posts/default/83882897'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://evilpeach.blogspot.com/2002_11_01_archive.html#83882897' title=''/><author><name>Madeleine</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-3176458.post-83881760</id><published>2002-11-01T11:28:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2002-11-01T11:28:58.843-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Love the auburn hair! You seem to have excellent music taste, are artsy, and are smart and funny. Living such a balanced life must get kind of tiring, but you do it well. You seem the least fake of all the others, tho I've never seen anyone with truly natural auburn hair, so you must've dyed it, which in turn makes your hair fake, and that messes me up! Thanks a bunch. What color hair should </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3176458/posts/default/83881760'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3176458/posts/default/83881760'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://evilpeach.blogspot.com/2002_11_01_archive.html#83881760' title=''/><author><name>Madeleine</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-3176458.post-83864108</id><published>2002-11-01T01:20:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2002-11-01T01:20:34.820-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>ahh.  check it out. made my day.what else was I going to say. . . yes, Eric took me to Ghengis Khan in KC--aka the best Mongolian bbq--for dinner tonight. Talk about knowing how to make me happy. And our server was dressed up for Halloween, as Kid Rock?! It was pretty funny.and it snowed. It was beautiful and didn't last long. Mala called me a bitch for skipping out on winter, and I told her I </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3176458/posts/default/83864108'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3176458/posts/default/83864108'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://evilpeach.blogspot.com/2002_11_01_archive.html#83864108' title=''/><author><name>Madeleine</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-3176458.post-83753245</id><published>2002-10-29T22:25:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2002-10-29T22:25:24.776-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I seriously think Krista and Eric and the only people that read this. It's okay; it's not like I have interesting things to say anyway.So I always SHOULD be doing something else when I'm writing on here. Why is that? Are my time management skills just horrid? Now I'm a little nervous as I'm applying for a state department internship for this summer. Yeah. I think all the stuff I've written is </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3176458/posts/default/83753245'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3176458/posts/default/83753245'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://evilpeach.blogspot.com/2002_10_01_archive.html#83753245' title=''/><author><name>Madeleine</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-3176458.post-83603632</id><published>2002-10-27T13:55:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2002-10-27T13:55:02.246-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Eric came :-)</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3176458/posts/default/83603632'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3176458/posts/default/83603632'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://evilpeach.blogspot.com/2002_10_01_archive.html#83603632' title=''/><author><name>Madeleine</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-3176458.post-83582383</id><published>2002-10-27T00:43:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2002-10-27T13:54:54.000-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I'm sick and I need someone to take care of me. But I guess growing up is learning to take care of myself. I can take care of myself. I'm a big girl. I don't need anyone. Need is admitting reliance, right? Admitting weakness? Maybe. I'm sick. I don't need to be sick and heartbroken. why am I alone? I try so hard, I give and give my heart and what do my boys do? They hurt me. Ben hates me, Daniel </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3176458/posts/default/83582383'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3176458/posts/default/83582383'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://evilpeach.blogspot.com/2002_10_01_archive.html#83582383' title=''/><author><name>Madeleine</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-3176458.post-83410211</id><published>2002-10-23T11:08:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2002-10-23T11:08:36.306-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>and my wish came true!! Inside rehearsal!!! Woo-hoo!!</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3176458/posts/default/83410211'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3176458/posts/default/83410211'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://evilpeach.blogspot.com/2002_10_01_archive.html#83410211' title=''/><author><name>Madeleine</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-3176458.post-83410016</id><published>2002-10-23T11:03:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2002-10-23T11:03:55.190-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I really don't have time to be writing in this--I have so much stuff to get done. Like, infinite amounts of things. INFINITE I tell you. It goes on forever and ever and ever. So anyway, back to the blog-world. . .I had a great weekend with my parents. I miss them so much that sometimes its more painful to see them for short periods of time. Oh yeah the brothers came too. Ryan is growing so fast!</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3176458/posts/default/83410016'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3176458/posts/default/83410016'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://evilpeach.blogspot.com/2002_10_01_archive.html#83410016' title=''/><author><name>Madeleine</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-3176458.post-83269541</id><published>2002-10-20T18:55:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2002-10-20T18:55:13.006-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Even Superman once worked in a teamTake the Cartoon Hero Quiz?.:-) well I don't know why they asked if I was male or female at the beginning of the quiz. . .</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3176458/posts/default/83269541'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3176458/posts/default/83269541'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://evilpeach.blogspot.com/2002_10_01_archive.html#83269541' title=''/><author><name>Madeleine</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-3176458.post-83269282</id><published>2002-10-20T18:47:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2002-10-20T18:47:42.780-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'> I'm Homer, who are you? by LexiSo would anyone compare me to Homer? I mean, really.  </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3176458/posts/default/83269282'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3176458/posts/default/83269282'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://evilpeach.blogspot.com/2002_10_01_archive.html#83269282' title=''/><author><name>Madeleine</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-3176458.post-83269232</id><published>2002-10-20T18:46:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2002-10-20T18:46:42.996-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Which Peanuts Character Are You QuizOh yeah. I'm so much more like Linus than Krista is. Some of the questions are rather leading though. . . </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3176458/posts/default/83269232'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3176458/posts/default/83269232'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://evilpeach.blogspot.com/2002_10_01_archive.html#83269232' title=''/><author><name>Madeleine</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-3176458.post-82853758</id><published>2002-10-11T14:08:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2002-10-11T14:08:31.840-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>oh yeah. We're going to war. No wonder I'm feeling un-American. </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3176458/posts/default/82853758'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3176458/posts/default/82853758'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://evilpeach.blogspot.com/2002_10_01_archive.html#82853758' title=''/><author><name>Madeleine</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-3176458.post-82853732</id><published>2002-10-11T14:07:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2002-10-11T14:07:53.590-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>If your score is... You are... Less than 2 --A whining rotter.2 to 3 --A liberal airhead. 3 to 4.5 --Within normal limits; an appropriate score for an American. (The overall average score for groups tested in the original study is listed in the 1950 publication as 3.84, with men averaging somewhat higher and women somewhat lower.) 4.5 to 5.5 --You may want to practice doing things with </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3176458/posts/default/82853732'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3176458/posts/default/82853732'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://evilpeach.blogspot.com/2002_10_01_archive.html#82853732' title=''/><author><name>Madeleine</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-3176458.post-82763549</id><published>2002-10-09T18:32:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2002-10-09T18:32:01.640-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>President Bush on why we should invade Iraq:"Some citizens wonder, after 11 years of living with this problem, why do we need to confront it now? And there's a reason. We've experienced the horror of September the 11th. We have seen that those who hate America are willing to crash airplanes into buildings full of innocent people."Did he just had to find a scapegoat since it's not pc to blame </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3176458/posts/default/82763549'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3176458/posts/default/82763549'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://evilpeach.blogspot.com/2002_10_01_archive.html#82763549' title=''/><author><name>Madeleine</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-3176458.post-82650742</id><published>2002-10-07T14:46:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2002-10-07T14:48:21.000-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Every 1. . . 2. . .3. . . 3.6 seconds, someone dies of hunger. 75% are children under the age of five.www.thehungersite.comDonate free food. Every day. 30 seconds of your time or a human life?Love you all. </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3176458/posts/default/82650742'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3176458/posts/default/82650742'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://evilpeach.blogspot.com/2002_10_01_archive.html#82650742' title=''/><author><name>Madeleine</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-3176458.post-82496616</id><published>2002-10-03T21:35:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2002-10-03T21:35:20.360-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>So talk about a good start to my day: I got a perfect score on my econ test, and some guy tried to pick me up! It was hilarious--I was walking down to my class, and it was lightly raining. He ran across the street, and said "ah! someone has an umbrella!" and then asked if he could share mine with me. Of course I let him, but my class was in Summerfield which was 20 feet away. So we got to there </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3176458/posts/default/82496616'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3176458/posts/default/82496616'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://evilpeach.blogspot.com/2002_10_01_archive.html#82496616' title=''/><author><name>Madeleine</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-3176458.post-82380328</id><published>2002-10-01T15:22:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2002-10-01T15:22:12.263-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>so the test went well, I think. and I got a 90 on my environmental econ test I was worried about! Yeah! Considering the average was a 77, I'm okay with that. Well, now I'm going to go start cooking dinner. I was a little on the expensive side, so it better be damn good :-) I did have something else to say, but it escapes me at the moment. . .oh yeah and I'm kinda irked at my roommate Valeria </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3176458/posts/default/82380328'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3176458/posts/default/82380328'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://evilpeach.blogspot.com/2002_10_01_archive.html#82380328' title=''/><author><name>Madeleine</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-3176458.post-82348352</id><published>2002-09-30T23:07:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2002-09-30T23:07:16.310-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>okay, so I have an environmental economics test tomorrow--and I know that Dr. Earnhart's tests are totally based on his previous homeworks. . .but I just happened to sleep though one of his classes (it's the only class I've missed all year! Well, except my religion class but that was for band!) and I know no one in the class and have Environmental Studies ten minutes after it all the way up in </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3176458/posts/default/82348352'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3176458/posts/default/82348352'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://evilpeach.blogspot.com/2002_09_01_archive.html#82348352' title=''/><author><name>Madeleine</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-3176458.post-82294919</id><published>2002-09-29T21:54:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2002-09-29T21:58:38.000-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Let's see if this comment business works. . .</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3176458/posts/default/82294919'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3176458/posts/default/82294919'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://evilpeach.blogspot.com/2002_09_01_archive.html#82294919' title=''/><author><name>Madeleine</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-3176458.post-82201812</id><published>2002-09-27T13:00:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2002-09-27T14:23:20.000-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Okay, so "Divine Secrets" was one of the worst, most bizarre movies I ever paid to see. Why didn't anyone tell me? My Environmental Studies test went. . .marginally well. And I have my first Envrionemental Econ midterm on Tuesday. Just out of curiousity, how can you have two midterms? Doesn't that defeat the purpose of calling it a MIDterm? Isn't it more like a triterm? Tomorrow we're going to </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3176458/posts/default/82201812'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3176458/posts/default/82201812'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://evilpeach.blogspot.com/2002_09_01_archive.html#82201812' title=''/><author><name>Madeleine</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-3176458.post-82029329</id><published>2002-09-23T23:19:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2002-09-23T23:19:19.343-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Okay, yeah dinner was better than I expected, except poor poor Barbara from Brazil left the potato salad on the stove too long so it turned into mashed potato salad. Ouch.Hmm, along those lines, I'm pretty hungry. . .where are my roommates when I need them?So today was somewhat okay. Religion class was great as always except that the case was very confusing. Politics was blah, so I wrote my </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3176458/posts/default/82029329'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3176458/posts/default/82029329'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://evilpeach.blogspot.com/2002_09_01_archive.html#82029329' title=''/><author><name>Madeleine</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-3176458.post-82016540</id><published>2002-09-23T18:27:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2002-09-23T18:27:37.650-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>hello hello hello. I survived another tiring weekend and am gearing up for a long week. I am tired and I miss talking to everyone!! :-( Sorry for continual out-of-touch-ness. Ah, dinner buzz. More later . . .</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3176458/posts/default/82016540'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3176458/posts/default/82016540'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://evilpeach.blogspot.com/2002_09_01_archive.html#82016540' title=''/><author><name>Madeleine</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-3176458.post-81642884</id><published>2002-09-15T16:31:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2002-09-15T16:31:24.146-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Well, I'm sure you're all glad to know that I've recovered from the peppers, and that the salad was quite marvelous with only a taste of them. Busy week. Wenesday Eric and I got pizza and I helped him study for his International Relations class. What's great is that the whole class is IR theory, so it helps me out in my Political Theory class.  Then Thursday we went to La Parilla with his mom. </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3176458/posts/default/81642884'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3176458/posts/default/81642884'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://evilpeach.blogspot.com/2002_09_01_archive.html#81642884' title=''/><author><name>Madeleine</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-3176458.post-81416721</id><published>2002-09-10T14:18:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2002-09-10T14:20:43.000-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I'm on fire. Literally. Earlier this afternoon I was cutting up some jalapeno peppers for dinner tonight, knowing I would probably kill someone if I didn't do it slowly and carefully. I even covered my hands in saran wrap. So then I come back upstairs, drinking some water, checking my e-mail. Then my mouth goes on fire! So I figure, oh damn, I didn't wash my hands well enough. So I run to the </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3176458/posts/default/81416721'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3176458/posts/default/81416721'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://evilpeach.blogspot.com/2002_09_01_archive.html#81416721' title=''/><author><name>Madeleine</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-3176458.post-81166040</id><published>2002-09-04T20:15:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2002-09-04T20:15:19.096-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Okay, really, the me walking off the edge of the earth--complete accident. I promise. Actually it was more like me walking ON the edge of the earth and you all know how little balance I have. And on top of that, I need collapsed from heat exhaustion after band today. So now I have loads of reading to finish--but I'm going to see Robert Plant tomorrow!! Okay, I don't want to be too excited </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3176458/posts/default/81166040'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3176458/posts/default/81166040'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://evilpeach.blogspot.com/2002_09_01_archive.html#81166040' title=''/><author><name>Madeleine</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-3176458.post-80069947</id><published>2002-08-10T12:08:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2002-08-10T12:08:46.340-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Quick random note: "The Aquarian rarely acknowledges his emotional side. He or she will think, act, and experiment, but always from a distance, without sentimental commitment." Okay, anyone think that this sounds like me?  Or that many "find the Aquarian lacking in emotion?" Riight. . . </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3176458/posts/default/80069947'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3176458/posts/default/80069947'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://evilpeach.blogspot.com/2002_08_01_archive.html#80069947' title=''/><author><name>Madeleine</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-3176458.post-80057517</id><published>2002-08-10T00:31:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2002-08-10T00:31:44.916-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>After a great summer of getting to see the people who are most important to me, I'm going to try to write in here fairly consistently. Then there will be less of those awkward, what's-happened-to-you-over-the-last-three-months e-mails, at least for all of you! Actually I'm going to write because Katie said she'd read it. Hopefully more will follow in the footsteps of my great friend. . .So I'm </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3176458/posts/default/80057517'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3176458/posts/default/80057517'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://evilpeach.blogspot.com/2002_08_01_archive.html#80057517' title=''/><author><name>Madeleine</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-3176458.post-80017169</id><published>2002-08-09T01:46:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2002-08-09T01:47:15.000-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>So I don't know who, if anyone (but Eric), reads this on that regular of a basis. Eh. I'm enjoying and suffering in Texas at the same time. I had so many great memories and I feel like I missed a lot, as people grew without me being here. But I am so lucky to have met so many wonderful people and dedicated friends though the years, everywhere I've been. So thank you, all of you, for making my </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3176458/posts/default/80017169'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3176458/posts/default/80017169'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://evilpeach.blogspot.com/2002_08_01_archive.html#80017169' title=''/><author><name>Madeleine</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-3176458.post-79797006</id><published>2002-08-04T00:31:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2002-08-04T00:31:06.180-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Hello all. I'm off to the Lone Star State. . . well I don't really care about the rest of the state, just one town. The Big CS*. Anyway, to reach me, call 268-0493. My access to e-mail is undetermined. Will get back to you later. Farewell and goodnight. *patented by Kim or Malavika</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3176458/posts/default/79797006'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3176458/posts/default/79797006'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://evilpeach.blogspot.com/2002_08_01_archive.html#79797006' title=''/><author><name>Madeleine</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-3176458.post-79573793</id><published>2002-07-29T20:44:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2002-07-29T20:44:32.203-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>la dee da dee da. Ah, now I remember why I'm on the internet--to write all my Texas friends to tell them when I'm coming down. So less than a week and my summer's over? wow. I need to start packing. drr. </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3176458/posts/default/79573793'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3176458/posts/default/79573793'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://evilpeach.blogspot.com/2002_07_01_archive.html#79573793' title=''/><author><name>Madeleine</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-3176458.post-79530582</id><published>2002-07-28T21:40:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2002-07-28T21:41:36.000-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'> Yeah, this is all I have to say today. . .</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3176458/posts/default/79530582'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3176458/posts/default/79530582'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://evilpeach.blogspot.com/2002_07_01_archive.html#79530582' title=''/><author><name>Madeleine</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-3176458.post-79417425</id><published>2002-07-25T20:41:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2002-07-25T20:41:53.226-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>so I'm trying to write a paper, by my brothers, mother and Danielle are DETERMINED, ALLIED against me. Yeah, not fun. Plus I had to let down Jack--he a spotlight position open and I'll be gone to Texas by then. Forgot to call. My bad. So I'm tired, WAY behind in my reading, and starting to get grumpy. Not a very good way to start the weekend. Damnit damnit damnit. I still have to pack. Catch you</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3176458/posts/default/79417425'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3176458/posts/default/79417425'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://evilpeach.blogspot.com/2002_07_01_archive.html#79417425' title=''/><author><name>Madeleine</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-3176458.post-79232559</id><published>2002-07-21T18:23:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2002-07-21T18:25:56.000-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>:: how jedi are you? ::Once again putting off a paper--about right-wing white supremicist terrorists. Sounds fun, no? I just had an incredible weekend with Eric, who drove all the way from Lawrence :-) Had a pool party, got to see people I haven't seen since, I don't know, graduation? Good times in Cedar Falls. and OH YEAH!! I'm a JEDI MASTER!! That's right. . . wait a second, if I really was a</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3176458/posts/default/79232559'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3176458/posts/default/79232559'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://evilpeach.blogspot.com/2002_07_01_archive.html#79232559' title=''/><author><name>Madeleine</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-3176458.post-78253821</id><published>2002-06-26T22:52:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2002-06-26T22:52:35.706-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>so get this--I'm putting off writing a paper!! The summary of my freshman year. . . please don't ask my why I'm taking summer classes. I'll just blame my dad.  At least it's interesting.  I mean, when else would I study the Qollahuaya of Mt. Kaata, Bolivia? Anyway, I should get back to work. . .I don't think anyone will read this as not very many people seem to be online in the summer; maybe </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3176458/posts/default/78253821'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3176458/posts/default/78253821'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://evilpeach.blogspot.com/2002_06_01_archive.html#78253821' title=''/><author><name>Madeleine</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-3176458.post-76999881</id><published>2002-05-26T16:45:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2002-05-26T16:45:34.000-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>well thank goodness blogspot.com isnt' run by hotmail or this would all be GONE by now. Hmph. Sorry I've been away so long, just getting my self in order. And now I'm meant to be watching brothers and foster brothers and such. And at some graduation parties? Goodness.Zak is nagging at my to get off the computer; must get own computer a modem, to connect to internet. . . dah*trying to ignore </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3176458/posts/default/76999881'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3176458/posts/default/76999881'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://evilpeach.blogspot.com/2002_05_01_archive.html#76999881' title=''/><author><name>Madeleine</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-3176458.post-76449216</id><published>2002-05-11T23:33:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2002-05-11T23:33:24.343-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>do you know how weird it is to cry when you're going to the bathroom? it's an interesting sensation. . . and that's something else. There's no place to cry in Miller. I think Marley or Libby pointed this out. I mean, it's a wonderful house, but there's nowhere to be alone. Not that I need to be most of the time. If I do, I go to bed. Even then you're not alone. 24 girls breathing and snoring and</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3176458/posts/default/76449216'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3176458/posts/default/76449216'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://evilpeach.blogspot.com/2002_05_01_archive.html#76449216' title=''/><author><name>Madeleine</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-3176458.post-76437015</id><published>2002-05-11T14:49:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2002-05-11T14:49:11.653-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>you know what's the comforting thing about on-line babbling? it doesn't even matter to me if anyone reads this. Just knowing I got my thoughts out there makes me fell better.So I need to study for finals, which I will embark on shortly. first, I have to ramble a little. you know what never ceases to amaze me? How the right music can change my mood. it's phenomenal. it pisses me off sometimes </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3176458/posts/default/76437015'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3176458/posts/default/76437015'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://evilpeach.blogspot.com/2002_05_01_archive.html#76437015' title=''/><author><name>Madeleine</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-3176458.post-76267232</id><published>2002-05-07T11:52:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2002-05-07T11:52:12.870-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>It is wrong to be tired of apologizing? I feel like I'm always apologizing to someone for something. Can one person possibly make that many mistakes?  I'm tired. But thank goodness lots of people are giving me good quotes for the Miller Tshirt. I can't believe it's my design. How crazy is that? Little old me.I do feel little and old. I want to know where my life is going. I feel like I'm </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3176458/posts/default/76267232'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3176458/posts/default/76267232'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://evilpeach.blogspot.com/2002_05_01_archive.html#76267232' title=''/><author><name>Madeleine</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-3176458.post-76253372</id><published>2002-05-07T01:45:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2002-05-07T01:47:05.000-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>So I wasn't so happy a very short while ago. I guess I just get my hopes up too often. But pessimistic Madeleine isn't much fun either. But I watched the end of "Breakfast at Tiffany's" and suddenly everything became much better. At least I'm not CRAZY? or perhaps I really am. Oh well. I'm not in the rain with a cat to say the least. So good news! Dad is going to present a paper in Dallas, so we</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3176458/posts/default/76253372'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3176458/posts/default/76253372'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://evilpeach.blogspot.com/2002_05_01_archive.html#76253372' title=''/><author><name>Madeleine</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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>
