<?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-2129183578644784350</id><updated>2011-04-21T21:51:38.085-04:00</updated><category term='my shoes'/><category term='digital story'/><category term='chas'/><title type='text'>Indigo Squirt</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://indigosquirt.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2129183578644784350/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://indigosquirt.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>charlotte snowe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01145241335198122895</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rv30o3yS400/SiVGZeCMRnI/AAAAAAAAADo/zTYl79OSFmQ/S220/trueself.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>80</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2129183578644784350.post-5659341028457572487</id><published>2008-12-11T10:30:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T10:38:31.851-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Mr. Folchi, the man, the myth, the legend</title><content type='html'>Ok so after reading the post on the Catamounts called 'Streeter' it inspired me to write a post about one of the best substitute teachers at my old high school, Mr. Folchi.&lt;br /&gt;Picture Mr. Garrison from southpark but much taller and skinnier, with a thick bostonian accent and a heavy lisp. This my friends is Mr. William Folchi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mr. Folchi was quite the simpleton with his leather briefcase, flannel shirts ( even in the summer) and mug. He always had a copy of the Boston Globe just to ' represent his roots".&lt;br /&gt;He was always the teacher that kids wanted as a sub because he was so laid back. &lt;br /&gt;Just having the pleasure of hearing him talk (which sounded just like a heavily lisped Napoleon Dynamite) and seeing him try to relate the kids who called them self 'gangstas' was a joy in itself.&lt;br /&gt;A few years before my time at my highschool a few kids put up a website all about Mr. Folchi, so I have dug up the link for you to click around and enjoy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;http://www.freewebs.com/folchishrine&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;_charlotte snowe&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2129183578644784350-5659341028457572487?l=indigosquirt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://indigosquirt.blogspot.com/feeds/5659341028457572487/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2129183578644784350&amp;postID=5659341028457572487' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2129183578644784350/posts/default/5659341028457572487'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2129183578644784350/posts/default/5659341028457572487'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://indigosquirt.blogspot.com/2008/12/mr-folchi-man-myth-legend.html' title='Mr. Folchi, the man, the myth, the legend'/><author><name>charlotte snowe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01145241335198122895</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rv30o3yS400/SiVGZeCMRnI/AAAAAAAAADo/zTYl79OSFmQ/S220/trueself.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2129183578644784350.post-6610358391011146854</id><published>2008-12-11T10:16:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T10:22:04.964-05:00</updated><title type='text'>NBR.....</title><content type='html'>So as you all [hopefully] know,  tonight is the night of the naked bike ride, and it should be an interesting one for the following reasons:&lt;br /&gt;1. There is a HUGE winter storm coming thats supposed to dump oh about TEN WHOLE INCHES on vermont, these streakers are going to be freezing.&lt;br /&gt;2. Fun Fact: Did you know that there is no law about public nudity in vermont, only an ordinance that you can not be naked in a public park. &lt;br /&gt;3. They decided to put lights on the spectators so that it doesnt end up a mob scene, which we know that it probably will because there are so many people involved in the nbr.&lt;br /&gt;4. Who in their right mind would do this without any legal/illegal substances in their system? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;here's a preview :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/8QxKZYxeWI0&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/8QxKZYxeWI0&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways it should be a good show, I can't wait to help run it, so look for me in the bright yellow tshirt tonight, you won't catch me running around naked in this weather!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;_charlotte snowe&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2129183578644784350-6610358391011146854?l=indigosquirt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://indigosquirt.blogspot.com/feeds/6610358391011146854/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2129183578644784350&amp;postID=6610358391011146854' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2129183578644784350/posts/default/6610358391011146854'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2129183578644784350/posts/default/6610358391011146854'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://indigosquirt.blogspot.com/2008/12/nbr.html' title='NBR.....'/><author><name>charlotte snowe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01145241335198122895</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rv30o3yS400/SiVGZeCMRnI/AAAAAAAAADo/zTYl79OSFmQ/S220/trueself.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2129183578644784350.post-3735475271561317597</id><published>2008-12-11T09:55:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T10:15:19.513-05:00</updated><title type='text'>its the most EXPENSIVE time of the year</title><content type='html'>So I am really happy that its christmas, but this year it really seems to be taking a toll on my bank account.&lt;br /&gt;I'm not saying that Im going all out this year, but the little things are really seeming to add up! &lt;br /&gt;I did think that I did fairly good with my budget so far, thank god for having a work study!&lt;br /&gt;Usually at home I make my christmas presents for friends and family:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I make jewelry ALOT, so much in fact that the staff at the local beads, silver and hippie store at home, called Harvest, know me by name. I usually end up getting beads from relatives for presents who then turn around and ask me to make them something from it, haha.( p.s i have a bunch of pieces i am selling that i've made too, let me know if youre interested! :) )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rv30o3yS400/SUEt7WHxROI/AAAAAAAAADQ/-R-Z4p5sADo/s1600-h/jewelry1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rv30o3yS400/SUEt7WHxROI/AAAAAAAAADQ/-R-Z4p5sADo/s200/jewelry1.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5278550735828632802" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One of the best presents I've ever got was a fleece blanket from one my best friends. I have literally used it everyday since I got it for my 16th birthday, its sitting on my bed in my dorm right now. They are really super simple to make, all you have to do it cut two pieces of fleece ( each 2 yards each), then cut the edges into 3'' fringe, lay the 2 pieces on top of one another and tie them together and bam! instant warm fuzzy blanket.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rv30o3yS400/SUEuaHjc-TI/AAAAAAAAADY/rFeyGOcdtPA/s1600-h/fam8.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rv30o3yS400/SUEuaHjc-TI/AAAAAAAAADY/rFeyGOcdtPA/s200/fam8.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5278551264494156082" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ive also made pillow cases, which may sound completely dorky and weird but think about it, they are really useful and you can make them out of lots of different patterns and colors. I made my closest friends some before we all left for school so that not they have a little piece of me with them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One year I also made purses, yes purses. They werent cheapy one either. I decided to go out and buy a pattern, and sit down and sew em all together. They turned out really good!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And of course there is always the good old standby...FOOD!&lt;br /&gt;who doesnt love food? especially home made!&lt;br /&gt;I usually make ginger snaps, chex mix ( the real kind) , ginger bread men and these really tastey candy cane cookies (that are to die for).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rv30o3yS400/SUEst1b2wFI/AAAAAAAAADI/BzMHfdJ8K8k/s1600-h/xmas+07+131.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rv30o3yS400/SUEst1b2wFI/AAAAAAAAADI/BzMHfdJ8K8k/s200/xmas+07+131.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5278549404204580946" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So just in case you were stumped on what to do with a limited xmas budget, here are a crap load of ideas! just go to Joannes or Foodtv Network websites , and you would be amazed at what you can make!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;_charlotte snowe&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2129183578644784350-3735475271561317597?l=indigosquirt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://indigosquirt.blogspot.com/feeds/3735475271561317597/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2129183578644784350&amp;postID=3735475271561317597' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2129183578644784350/posts/default/3735475271561317597'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2129183578644784350/posts/default/3735475271561317597'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://indigosquirt.blogspot.com/2008/12/its-most-expensive-time-of-year.html' title='its the most EXPENSIVE time of the year'/><author><name>charlotte snowe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01145241335198122895</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rv30o3yS400/SiVGZeCMRnI/AAAAAAAAADo/zTYl79OSFmQ/S220/trueself.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rv30o3yS400/SUEt7WHxROI/AAAAAAAAADQ/-R-Z4p5sADo/s72-c/jewelry1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2129183578644784350.post-883624898547845890</id><published>2008-12-11T03:12:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T03:17:29.737-05:00</updated><title type='text'>sleep re:eng 005</title><content type='html'>sleep finally &lt;div&gt;i kinda finished my paper&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;but i wanna talk bout eng 005&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;its been a awesome class. ive never blogged before. never really knew what it was neither. haha&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Professor parent is a good teacher and had me thinking about online literature like ive never viewed it like that before.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and plus he know anime and games thats awesome!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;id challenge him to a cod4 battle if i knew he played muahaha&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;papers are long but they are good&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i like some the blogs &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;nukorea and dokata was blah&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;awesome topics and class&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Id wanna say thanks for everything so far :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;NIGHT PEEEPS!!!    &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;out to the homies o.o"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2129183578644784350-883624898547845890?l=indigosquirt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://indigosquirt.blogspot.com/feeds/883624898547845890/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2129183578644784350&amp;postID=883624898547845890' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2129183578644784350/posts/default/883624898547845890'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2129183578644784350/posts/default/883624898547845890'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://indigosquirt.blogspot.com/2008/12/sleep-reeng-005.html' title='sleep re:eng 005'/><author><name>BennyBoy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09286806739862980238</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_96sj6LO2zTc/SMQgtPQ9mSI/AAAAAAAAAAY/4RBrlfeGhBY/S220/Death_Knight.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2129183578644784350.post-7744043523102627092</id><published>2008-12-11T01:53:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T02:04:16.312-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Getting to know ben "its me" 49,999,998</title><content type='html'>Thats right its true i needed something to blog so i asked my gf to blog something and ill respond to it.....&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;so yea we met in hs, i somehow knew her mom first and i get this affect on parents and they like me. (not to sound concieted) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;but yea i had a crush on her after awhile and well i said eff it and went for it in college best choice ever. :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;FUN FACTS:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i like sports, even though i dont appear to have the atheletic body i am skilled in most sports and always up for a challenge&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;oh i was brought up in the Bronx NY.C&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ive seen my fair share of gangs/drugs/ and violence &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;thats why i came to uvm to get away  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i like blue&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i play games "armygen" Xbox live name&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;my background is hispanic so that means carribean latino &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;in other words im Puerto Rican&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I can dance salsa, merengue, and bachata its all fun!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;kk leave a comment if you wanna know more :P &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2129183578644784350-7744043523102627092?l=indigosquirt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://indigosquirt.blogspot.com/feeds/7744043523102627092/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2129183578644784350&amp;postID=7744043523102627092' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2129183578644784350/posts/default/7744043523102627092'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2129183578644784350/posts/default/7744043523102627092'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://indigosquirt.blogspot.com/2008/12/getting-to-know-ben-its-me-49999998.html' title='Getting to know ben &quot;its me&quot; 49,999,998'/><author><name>BennyBoy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09286806739862980238</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_96sj6LO2zTc/SMQgtPQ9mSI/AAAAAAAAAAY/4RBrlfeGhBY/S220/Death_Knight.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2129183578644784350.post-5869470221891314558</id><published>2008-12-11T00:54:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T01:53:09.638-05:00</updated><title type='text'>how ben met his gf :)</title><content type='html'> When Ben asked me to blog I was like what am I gonna write about (Im Ben's girlfriend by the way) but then I found something perfect to write about. Drum roll please....dadadadadadada BEN!!!  &lt;div&gt;I don't remember how I first met Ben but my mom knew him first because he used to go to the school meetings (only student there....nerd). Maybe it was in sophmore year of high school but who really cares. My mom loves him I mean LOVES him. It was so weird hearing her talk about him and how he would be a great guy for me to date. Back then I though " why the hell is my mom trying to hook me up with Ben?"  As the years went by I started to think about Ben as more than a friend. He got so much more handsome and taller. Did I mention that he's funny...well he is and he's smart. When prom time came around I wanted to ask him but couldn't cause this fat girl asked him first. (Sorry if im offening any fat people but I was distruat!!)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; When we finally came to vermont he opened up to me about how he felt all those years in high school after we danced in a club. I was happy to have someone who likes me and only me and for so long. My boyfriend is a COD4 loving, past football playing, skateboard/inline skate/ ice skating, crazy video watching freak and I love him.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; So here I am in Vermont dating a guy who is really awesome. Hope you guys enjoyed this and ladies and/or men...he's mine.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2129183578644784350-5869470221891314558?l=indigosquirt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://indigosquirt.blogspot.com/feeds/5869470221891314558/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2129183578644784350&amp;postID=5869470221891314558' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2129183578644784350/posts/default/5869470221891314558'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2129183578644784350/posts/default/5869470221891314558'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://indigosquirt.blogspot.com/2008/12/how-ben-met-his-gf.html' title='how ben met his gf :)'/><author><name>BennyBoy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09286806739862980238</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_96sj6LO2zTc/SMQgtPQ9mSI/AAAAAAAAAAY/4RBrlfeGhBY/S220/Death_Knight.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2129183578644784350.post-8815937689656088977</id><published>2008-12-09T16:26:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T16:40:28.295-05:00</updated><title type='text'>49,999,999 post to go O.O (o'shyt)</title><content type='html'>So, im blogging again after the previous one a sec ago&lt;div&gt;but like i want to talk about gaming&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Heres a list of ALL the games i play&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;1. Call of Duty 4 : Modern Warfare&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;2. Maple Story. (GMS)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;thats all er'thing else is ehh.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;These  two are the best ive ever played there are no others compared not even the traditional Dungeons and Dragons (which they just came out with a new edition ^.^)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; ahem... besides that&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;COD4 the action and graphics are the best ive seen so far. especially playing online &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;im actually pretty good playing online with a typical or usual 2:1-4:1 kill to death rate. Best gun is the 2nd shotgun  for me("ArmyGen" if you wanna add me on xbox live)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;the next favorite game is Maplestory&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;yea looks like crap and a kids game but this game is addicting and even though its free u still end up spending money sometimes even more than a 3months sub to WOW&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;its pretty challenging and keeps you in. you just keep wanting more and lvl up. but unfortunaly i can not plAy anymore (vista! sucks)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;yep gotta go to math will continue as another blog ^.^&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2129183578644784350-8815937689656088977?l=indigosquirt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://indigosquirt.blogspot.com/feeds/8815937689656088977/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2129183578644784350&amp;postID=8815937689656088977' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2129183578644784350/posts/default/8815937689656088977'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2129183578644784350/posts/default/8815937689656088977'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://indigosquirt.blogspot.com/2008/12/49999999-post-to-go-oo-oshyt.html' title='49,999,999 post to go O.O (o&apos;shyt)'/><author><name>BennyBoy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09286806739862980238</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_96sj6LO2zTc/SMQgtPQ9mSI/AAAAAAAAAAY/4RBrlfeGhBY/S220/Death_Knight.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2129183578644784350.post-8997558741202933936</id><published>2008-12-09T16:16:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T16:26:17.654-05:00</updated><title type='text'>final project :( just a few thoughts today</title><content type='html'>i hate doing writing projects, and with such little time i dont think i can make a video or something interesting as my fellow classmates.&lt;div&gt;So many different ideas to do. But what or how can i really start this project to type. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;What  really is literature?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I feel it can be an abundance of things probably everything?!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I mean who is to judge what it  really is. (i hate where i need to put my opinions)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Like... after professor parent said if a book is in a different language and you can not read it ... is it  still literature?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This has brought me to a conclusion that literature is everything &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;because like umm... look at pictures on the internet they come from a computer in a form of 1's and 0's so since we can not read it  the computer can....there are more examples just not fully sure of them&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So like  i dont know how i can make that ^ in to 6pages double type&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and like crap i got a chem test tonight a chem test on fri with a physics test 45mins after WTF?!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;so glad calc not till the 18&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and i think im backed up on blogs so maybe ill do like 50million after the test @_@ (help plOx)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;haha &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2129183578644784350-8997558741202933936?l=indigosquirt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://indigosquirt.blogspot.com/feeds/8997558741202933936/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2129183578644784350&amp;postID=8997558741202933936' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2129183578644784350/posts/default/8997558741202933936'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2129183578644784350/posts/default/8997558741202933936'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://indigosquirt.blogspot.com/2008/12/final-project-just-few-thoughts-today.html' title='final project :( just a few thoughts today'/><author><name>BennyBoy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09286806739862980238</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_96sj6LO2zTc/SMQgtPQ9mSI/AAAAAAAAAAY/4RBrlfeGhBY/S220/Death_Knight.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2129183578644784350.post-9100263358660657737</id><published>2008-12-09T11:37:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T12:03:16.315-05:00</updated><title type='text'>POWERade</title><content type='html'>Everyday, I drink a Powerade because it's good and it's the only good drink in our vending machine. And it wakes me up a little bit......While I was getting my usual drink today, I thought to myself what a good idea for a boring blog post. That's exactly what I'm going to write about! I'm going to write about the origin and any fun facts about Powerade. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Powerade was made in 1988 by the Coca-Cola Company. As you all probably know, Powerade's main competitor is Gatorade. Unfortunately for Powerade, Gatorade is the leading sports drink on the market, with a 83.1% market share. Powerade is only 14.5%.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;In 1994, Powerade became the official sports drink of the Olympics. It is also sponsored by the Wallabies, All Black, and England rugby teams, PGA Tour, NASCAR, FIFA, and many others. In 2005, the creators updated the bottle to a new sports grip model. Some interesting facts about Powerade are that Powerade vending machines were featured in the video game &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Enter the Matrix &lt;/span&gt;and also made their appearance in the game &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Tony Hawk's American Wasteland.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;img src="webkit-fake-url://C158E40C-37C0-45CA-ADC2-105C4A129595/powerade786942.jpg" alt="powerade786942.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2129183578644784350-9100263358660657737?l=indigosquirt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://indigosquirt.blogspot.com/feeds/9100263358660657737/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2129183578644784350&amp;postID=9100263358660657737' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2129183578644784350/posts/default/9100263358660657737'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2129183578644784350/posts/default/9100263358660657737'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://indigosquirt.blogspot.com/2008/12/powerade.html' title='POWERade'/><author><name>aujwat6</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16477510319481922506</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2129183578644784350.post-3764636513063183638</id><published>2008-12-09T11:17:00.007-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T11:36:50.063-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Rock Band</title><content type='html'>I went down to Randolph this weekend to see a couple of my friends and to pretty much hangout. I always look forward to going down there because I get to play ROCKBAND!&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img src="webkit-fake-url://C2467C36-4805-4B12-992C-79FC90FB0954/rockband2.png" alt="rockband2.png" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I absolutely love that game to death! It's the best game in the world (okay probably not the best but anyway.....)! It's sooo addicting, and so entertaining. I love it! I would marry it if I could. Ehhh....on second thought, maybe not....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I had just started playing Rockband a couple of months ago, and I immediately fell in love with it. Hitting all of the notes and moving up in experience made me feel wonderful and good inside. It made me feel like I would be a great guitar player if I had learned how to play a long time ago. I know Rockband probably doesn't make you a better guitar player, but I can wish can't I? Just this weekend, my friend and I started a tour and made our own characters. I wish we had started this earlier!! We were gaining fans and money and we had already gotten a van to drive around in. It made me feel really special that people actually liked my playing hahahaha It was such a blast!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I was so disappointed when we had to leave to make our way back up to Burlington. I just wanted to stay and play Rockband all day!! And I probably would have too! The funny thing is is that I could have stayed down in Randolph because the roads were so bad. We shouldn't have even been on the roads, but we HAD to get back! God, we should have just stayed there. It would have been a better experience.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;aujwat6&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2129183578644784350-3764636513063183638?l=indigosquirt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://indigosquirt.blogspot.com/feeds/3764636513063183638/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2129183578644784350&amp;postID=3764636513063183638' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2129183578644784350/posts/default/3764636513063183638'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2129183578644784350/posts/default/3764636513063183638'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://indigosquirt.blogspot.com/2008/12/rock-band.html' title='Rock Band'/><author><name>aujwat6</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16477510319481922506</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2129183578644784350.post-7236360257815059272</id><published>2008-12-09T10:50:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T11:16:49.028-05:00</updated><title type='text'>It's Beginning To Look A lot Like Christmas!!</title><content type='html'>YAY! IT SNOWED! WHOPPEE!!!&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;On Sunday, when I was driving back to Burlington from Randolph, all of a sudden we hit a huge snow storm! We were driving at least 75 mph, but when we hit this, we slowed down to 10 mph. The roads were wicked bad, and everyone was off the road. We saw at least 9 accidents, one car had flipped on its side and the others were just fender benders and turned around vehicles. It was crazy! At one point, we were driving on a hill and couldn't get going again. There was an accident right there and everyone had stopped. As we started up, our driver couldn't get traction, so we were swerving and fighting to pick up speed. I thought we were going to have to pull over and start pushing. Thankfully, that didn't happen! That was my weekend in a nut shell.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;After this grueling 2 hour drive, which should have only been an hour at most, it was nice to see that it was snowing and there was actually snow on the ground in Burlington. I didn't think I would see the day. I thought it was going to start snowing up here during Christmas break when all of us are home. But it didn't! That made me really happy! Seeing the snow made me really want to go skiing. Even though I haven't skied in YEARS and I'm probably really horrible at it again, I still would have put on skis and have gone. I miss it!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I absolutely love the winter because the snow is so beautiful! The only thing I hate is the chilled wind that makes your face feel like a huge icicle. It's so unfortunate walking against the wind because it's so friggin cold!! Ahh! I really wish the wind wasn't a partner in the winter atmosphere. It would make life and walking to class so much easier.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;aujwat6&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2129183578644784350-7236360257815059272?l=indigosquirt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://indigosquirt.blogspot.com/feeds/7236360257815059272/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2129183578644784350&amp;postID=7236360257815059272' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2129183578644784350/posts/default/7236360257815059272'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2129183578644784350/posts/default/7236360257815059272'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://indigosquirt.blogspot.com/2008/12/its-beginning-to-look-lot-like.html' title='It&apos;s Beginning To Look A lot Like Christmas!!'/><author><name>aujwat6</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16477510319481922506</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2129183578644784350.post-7623563354657985431</id><published>2008-12-08T14:26:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-08T14:57:25.029-05:00</updated><title type='text'>WHERE HAVE YOU BEEN?</title><content type='html'>"No way &lt;br /&gt;You wish &lt;br /&gt;I don't &lt;br /&gt;Need this &lt;br /&gt;What makes you think I'd ever want you again? &lt;br /&gt;Yeah right &lt;br /&gt;As if &lt;br /&gt;I don't need this &lt;br /&gt;What makes you think I'd ever want you again? &lt;br /&gt;Again "&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The crowd was crazy, the music was loud, THE SHOW WAS AWESOME!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;REEL BIG FISH had a ridiculous show last night.&lt;br /&gt;nuff said. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; enjoy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-64944b569d620ce5" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v22.nonxt5.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D64944b569d620ce5%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1330180756%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D524C6FE6F3E6A6C93F2BB2E87F6B74BCD0BA3360.488195FA6A10C5E1ACC77BBA865557AE52DAA3D9%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D64944b569d620ce5%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DQChWFM6QWxmUuZsWBBfcF1WGlEo&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="320" height="266" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v22.nonxt5.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D64944b569d620ce5%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1330180756%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D524C6FE6F3E6A6C93F2BB2E87F6B74BCD0BA3360.488195FA6A10C5E1ACC77BBA865557AE52DAA3D9%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D64944b569d620ce5%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DQChWFM6QWxmUuZsWBBfcF1WGlEo&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;_charlotte snowe&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2129183578644784350-7623563354657985431?l=indigosquirt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='enclosure' type='video/mp4' href='http://www.blogger.com/video-play.mp4?contentId=64944b569d620ce5&amp;type=video%2Fmp4' length='0'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://indigosquirt.blogspot.com/feeds/7623563354657985431/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2129183578644784350&amp;postID=7623563354657985431' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2129183578644784350/posts/default/7623563354657985431'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2129183578644784350/posts/default/7623563354657985431'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://indigosquirt.blogspot.com/2008/12/where-have-you-been.html' title='WHERE HAVE YOU BEEN?'/><author><name>charlotte snowe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01145241335198122895</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rv30o3yS400/SiVGZeCMRnI/AAAAAAAAADo/zTYl79OSFmQ/S220/trueself.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2129183578644784350.post-1948889077236809639</id><published>2008-12-08T14:19:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-08T17:26:35.838-05:00</updated><title type='text'>SNOW!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rv30o3yS400/ST2efhsD3KI/AAAAAAAAADA/FnM2lvO4v-Y/s1600-h/snowchurch.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rv30o3yS400/ST2efhsD3KI/AAAAAAAAADA/FnM2lvO4v-Y/s200/snowchurch.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5277548602804395170" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As you call can tell by looking out your dorm room window, it really came down this weekend!&lt;br /&gt;Walking back from work yesterday I passed church street which was just awesome to look at in the snow, it really put me in the holiday spirit.&lt;br /&gt;A few things you should know:&lt;br /&gt;1. There is a really cool spot to sled right near redstone campus behind WDW parking lot on the golf course.&lt;br /&gt;2. Most dorms actually have sleds the you can rent!!!&lt;br /&gt;3. Expect people to hit you with snowballs anytime and anywhere on campus at night.&lt;br /&gt;4. Hospital Hill over by Mercy on trinity campus, has a wicked good hill to go sledding on.&lt;br /&gt;5. The view from the mountains in the snow is amazing!&lt;br /&gt;5. Night time skiing/boarding at Bolton Valley is only $29 bucks most days ( excluding rentals)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, get out there and enjoy the snow!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh here's a sweet song by jimmy fallon about snowball fights, ( it wont let me imbed it so here's the link ): http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=g7JdVGPKR4k&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;peace &amp; shred!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;_charlotte snowe&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2129183578644784350-1948889077236809639?l=indigosquirt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://indigosquirt.blogspot.com/feeds/1948889077236809639/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2129183578644784350&amp;postID=1948889077236809639' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2129183578644784350/posts/default/1948889077236809639'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2129183578644784350/posts/default/1948889077236809639'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://indigosquirt.blogspot.com/2008/12/snow.html' title='SNOW!'/><author><name>charlotte snowe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01145241335198122895</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rv30o3yS400/SiVGZeCMRnI/AAAAAAAAADo/zTYl79OSFmQ/S220/trueself.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rv30o3yS400/ST2efhsD3KI/AAAAAAAAADA/FnM2lvO4v-Y/s72-c/snowchurch.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2129183578644784350.post-2903682749302835261</id><published>2008-12-08T13:50:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-08T14:12:52.028-05:00</updated><title type='text'>I walked uphill both ways in 3 feet of snow......</title><content type='html'>How many times have you heard this? Probably alot of timing, often imitating someone's grandfather...&lt;br /&gt;This weekend I basically did this. &lt;br /&gt;I got up early saturday morning at 7.30 am, after hitting the hay around 2am, to go hike Camel's Hump with my friends Kelsey, Reid and Pete. &lt;br /&gt;Originally I was supposed to go snowboarding with a few friends at Bolton, but after finding out that my snowpants were too small ( I've had them since 6 grade and they JUST barely fit last year).... I had to run out to ski market and get a new pair, so I had no money to go boarding :/&lt;br /&gt;Anywhos, I decided that a hike would be just as much if not more of a workout as snowboarding.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rv30o3yS400/ST1w2lpdZwI/AAAAAAAAACo/MyFBtJLHgOU/s1600-h/camelshump.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 134px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rv30o3yS400/ST1w2lpdZwI/AAAAAAAAACo/MyFBtJLHgOU/s200/camelshump.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5277498421469341442" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fun Fact: Camel's Hump is the highest undeveloped mountain in Vermont, at a height of 4,083 feet!!&lt;br /&gt;So, I put together a bunch of layers and laced up my-not-so-good-for-hiking winter boots ( they're not horrible but they are clunky) and jumped in the car. &lt;br /&gt;We stopped at Dunkin Donuts on our way their to get some grub, and just about every other UVM student was their decked out in their snowboarding gear, eager for the opening weekend of bolton valley, stowe and jay peak!&lt;br /&gt;We ran into this old guy who told us about when he hiked the mountain and had a snowball fight all the way to the top of the hill and found a kid with a boombox playing rock and roll music at the summit, apparently he didn't like it so he hiked back down. &lt;br /&gt;1. I don't understand how you could have a snowball fight and still hike up the steep mountain for 3 and a half hours.&lt;br /&gt;2. No person in their right mind would just be sitting on the top of that mountain in subzero temperatures blaring rock and roll, which you would definitely not be able to hear among all the wind.&lt;br /&gt;3. WHO DOESN'T LIKE ROCK AND ROLL? HE must have been the outcast of his generation....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So anyways we got to the mountain at about 10am and began our climb, it was quite the trek up. Between the steep icy rocks and the winding trails, my legs were screaming about 3/4 the way up, but I was so determined to keep up with my friends and see the view from the top I couldnt give up, I wouldn't.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The snow got higher and higher as we went up, and we kept shedding layers of our clothes because we were working up such a sweat hiking. When we reached about .3 miles from the summit we looked at the posted thermometer, it was 2°F!!! It definitely did not feel that cold, but as soon as we go to the Summit the temperature dropped so fast!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rv30o3yS400/ST1xRUYgDfI/AAAAAAAAACw/i8ShxuMg0lg/s1600-h/20081206_168.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rv30o3yS400/ST1xRUYgDfI/AAAAAAAAACw/i8ShxuMg0lg/s200/20081206_168.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5277498880691277298" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The view was absolutely amazing, you could see for miles around!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After admiring the view we ate lunch back down near the thermometer. We then decied it would be faster and easier to go down the steep mountain if we ran, so we booked it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We ended up making it down the mountain in 45 minutes, as opposed to the 3 1/2 hours it took to climb. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rv30o3yS400/ST1xlO5u92I/AAAAAAAAAC4/n24v0B-v_x0/s1600-h/20081206_177.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rv30o3yS400/ST1xlO5u92I/AAAAAAAAAC4/n24v0B-v_x0/s200/20081206_177.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5277499222817437538" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On our way back to the parking lot we saw a MOOSE! It was so cool! luckily it was a female that was grazing so we knew we werent in any danger walking by it.. Pete and I immediately grabbed for our cell phones to call our dads to tell them that we were staring at a moose, but we had no service (dang verizon...although I did have amazing service at the summit).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thoroughly exhausted and starving we piled back in the car and came back to take warm showers and enjoy hot chocolate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't wait to hike again!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;_charlottesnowe&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2129183578644784350-2903682749302835261?l=indigosquirt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://indigosquirt.blogspot.com/feeds/2903682749302835261/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2129183578644784350&amp;postID=2903682749302835261' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2129183578644784350/posts/default/2903682749302835261'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2129183578644784350/posts/default/2903682749302835261'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://indigosquirt.blogspot.com/2008/12/i-walked-uphill-both-ways-in-3-feet-of.html' title='I walked uphill both ways in 3 feet of snow......'/><author><name>charlotte snowe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01145241335198122895</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rv30o3yS400/SiVGZeCMRnI/AAAAAAAAADo/zTYl79OSFmQ/S220/trueself.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rv30o3yS400/ST1w2lpdZwI/AAAAAAAAACo/MyFBtJLHgOU/s72-c/camelshump.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2129183578644784350.post-3585401086715309041</id><published>2008-12-04T20:19:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-04T20:38:33.743-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Gross Potatoes</title><content type='html'>Two years ago, when I first joined the wonderful world of YouTube, I decided to look up anything and everything I could to see what kinds of things people were uploading. Silly me decided to look up nasty and disgusting things, thinking I'd find some pretty weird stuff, and unfortunately, I did. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I thought to myself, what's nasty and gross and something someone could possibly make a video out of? Popping zits of course!! So, I typed in zits in the little search box, and guess what!? I got hundreds of videos of people popping zits. Gross potatoes! I went down the list and begin watching every one (don't ask me why I did this! I was very stupid two years ago) to the end. The first few I watched were pretty gross, but weren't REALLY gross. Then, all of a sudden, the heavens opened up and told me to click on this one particular video entitled "most disgusting zit ever." And I did.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My reaction:............................................................ Oh my god! Oh my god! Oh my god!! This is the nastiest thing I have ever seen in my entire life!!! I am scarred for life! Ew Ew ew ew ew ew ew!!!!!!! Honestly, watching that video was the worst experience of my life....well until something else (which will not be mentioned). I almost puked because it was soooo horrible! Ahhhhh! Who would put something like this on YouTube? Who would even film it in the first place!? Some people.....I don't know... I couldn't believe my eyes. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Let's just say I am never looking up anything disgusting and nasty ever again on YouTube. I've learned my lesson! (Note: I didn't include the video on my blog because you really shouldn't watch it. Now that I've talked about it, you will inevitably go and try to find it.....please don't hahaha. It's really gross and you will regret your decision).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;aujwat6&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2129183578644784350-3585401086715309041?l=indigosquirt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://indigosquirt.blogspot.com/feeds/3585401086715309041/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2129183578644784350&amp;postID=3585401086715309041' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2129183578644784350/posts/default/3585401086715309041'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2129183578644784350/posts/default/3585401086715309041'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://indigosquirt.blogspot.com/2008/12/gross-potatoes.html' title='Gross Potatoes'/><author><name>aujwat6</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16477510319481922506</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2129183578644784350.post-74949614695070053</id><published>2008-12-04T14:05:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-04T14:32:47.236-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Exclamation Points</title><content type='html'>For this blog, I am going to go for the B.P. approach (I don't want to say his full name and have him end up reading this blog because of Goggle Alert) and write about something useless that you guys probably don't want to know about: the exclamation point.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I've noticed that in all of my blogs, I use exclamation points to the maximum. I wanted to know if that meant something about my character or my writing style, so I goggle searched it and found nothing on the topic. I did, however, find other things that I thought were interesting (brace yourself).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;As you all hopefully know, the exclamation point is a punctuation mark that emphasizes loudness and excitement. It was first introduced into English printing in the 14oo's, and was first seen in Germany in the Luther Bible. The exclamation point wasn't even a key on the typewriter until the 1970's, but was nonetheless made somehow. You should only use exclamation points every once in awhile, and you should never use them in business writing. You also should never use more than one exclamation point at the end of the sentence, only in informal writing like text messaging. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Well, I guess I should stop using exclamation points all together. From the looks of it, I've broken all of those rules, and I guess that's not a good thing. But I think it's hilarious that I use exclamation points after every sentence, sometimes adding more for emphasis, and even though this isn't a formal business thing, I use them. Hahahaha....This is great.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Also, during my search of exclamation points, I found this website where I can download a program that eliminates my extra exclamation points. Whohoo. I guess this person doesn't like when people use an excessive amount of them, so he made this program to eliminate the problem once and for all. Maybe I should download it, huh? Nahhh, I like using exclamation points too much.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;aujwat6&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;(Note: Did u notice I didn't use a single exclamation point? Yes, I'm getting better.) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2129183578644784350-74949614695070053?l=indigosquirt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://indigosquirt.blogspot.com/feeds/74949614695070053/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2129183578644784350&amp;postID=74949614695070053' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2129183578644784350/posts/default/74949614695070053'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2129183578644784350/posts/default/74949614695070053'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://indigosquirt.blogspot.com/2008/12/exclamation-points.html' title='Exclamation Points'/><author><name>aujwat6</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16477510319481922506</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2129183578644784350.post-2686884114876606776</id><published>2008-12-04T13:43:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-04T13:57:15.525-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Stress to the Max!!</title><content type='html'>This is the last few weeks left of this semester, and I am freakkingg out!!! HOW AM I GOING TO STUDY FOR ALL OF THESE TESTS AND FINISH A PROJECT!? Ahhhhhhh!! I'm super stressed! I just want to be back home, with A's in all of my classes. But of course, I can't speed up time or jump to the future (unfortunately). I just have to wait it out, and stress majorly. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Here's my schedule for the next two weeks: the 11th, this project and a 3 hour test in Biology. Wednesday of the week after next, a Drugs and Society final, thursday a 3 hour final in Art History (which is going to kick my ass!), and then friday a huge cumulative final in German. How the hell am I going to remember everything I learned in German? I seriously don't remember anything I learned in German from the first few weeks of school....come to think of it, I don't remember anything I've learned in any of my classes!! I'm sooo screwed!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;What's your schedule like next week? Tough, huh? I feel for you!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The one thing I'm probably stressing out the most about is our project for english. I haven't even started putting the thing all together, and I'm afraid I'm going to run out of time. I should have done most of it over break!! I'm so lazy! I just couldn't get myself up in the morning to start my project....I guess I felt like I had to savour every moment in bed because I knew I wasn't going to get any rest when I headed back to school. The funny thing is is that I've been sleeping more though since I've gotten back. Whooppps! Oh well, I need it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;aujwat6&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2129183578644784350-2686884114876606776?l=indigosquirt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://indigosquirt.blogspot.com/feeds/2686884114876606776/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2129183578644784350&amp;postID=2686884114876606776' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2129183578644784350/posts/default/2686884114876606776'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2129183578644784350/posts/default/2686884114876606776'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://indigosquirt.blogspot.com/2008/12/stress-to-max.html' title='Stress to the Max!!'/><author><name>aujwat6</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16477510319481922506</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2129183578644784350.post-6978766209460527403</id><published>2008-12-02T14:47:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-02T14:54:43.850-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Sledding</title><content type='html'>Yes. You saw it sunday night, it was all over campus. That fluffy white stuff, really came down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After helping the girls down the hall decorate their room with multiple if not miles of colorful christmas ( * cough ermm holiday lights*) lights, and watching elf, I decided to whip out the purple plastic saucer I had crammed in the car back to school.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I ran outside sled in hand to find a crowd of other kids who were having a snowball fight and had already built a decent sized snow man on the redstone green. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One of the girls was from Tampa, Florida and had never been sledding before so I immediately demanded she went first. She loved it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was a great night while the snow lasted before the sleet came. Even if I did almost end of slamming into multiple trees and lamp posts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also brought up my snowboard this weekend and I am hoping to go to Bolton Valley this weekend to finally HIT THE SLOPES!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I CAN'T WAIT FOR SOME REAL SNOW!&lt;br /&gt;:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;_charlotteSNOW&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2129183578644784350-6978766209460527403?l=indigosquirt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://indigosquirt.blogspot.com/feeds/6978766209460527403/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2129183578644784350&amp;postID=6978766209460527403' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2129183578644784350/posts/default/6978766209460527403'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2129183578644784350/posts/default/6978766209460527403'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://indigosquirt.blogspot.com/2008/12/sledding.html' title='Sledding'/><author><name>charlotte snowe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01145241335198122895</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rv30o3yS400/SiVGZeCMRnI/AAAAAAAAADo/zTYl79OSFmQ/S220/trueself.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2129183578644784350.post-4404826289674832659</id><published>2008-12-02T14:41:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-02T14:46:30.966-05:00</updated><title type='text'>SUSHIIIII</title><content type='html'>First of all for all of you who don't like sushi just because its fish, get off my case. I LOVE SUSHI! and i have yet to find a good sushi place around here, any suggestions?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anywho, Today around 11 I wandered into the Cook Dining Hall after Chemistry and what did I see on the table? Sticky Rice, Seaweed, Fortune cookies and wasabi. &lt;br /&gt;I couldn't believe it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Sushi Chefs were there catering to our sushi roll orders, what ever we wanted in out roll they would create!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They had all sorts of fillings from barbequed eel, smoked salmon, real crab meat (not that crappy imitation crab meat), avocados, EVERYTHING.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Needless to say after all this havoc with having trouble with my schedule for next semester and going crazy trying to play catch after vacation, it totally made my day!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;_charlotte snowe&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2129183578644784350-4404826289674832659?l=indigosquirt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://indigosquirt.blogspot.com/feeds/4404826289674832659/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2129183578644784350&amp;postID=4404826289674832659' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2129183578644784350/posts/default/4404826289674832659'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2129183578644784350/posts/default/4404826289674832659'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://indigosquirt.blogspot.com/2008/12/sushiiiii.html' title='SUSHIIIII'/><author><name>charlotte snowe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01145241335198122895</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rv30o3yS400/SiVGZeCMRnI/AAAAAAAAADo/zTYl79OSFmQ/S220/trueself.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2129183578644784350.post-8178077761245127442</id><published>2008-11-20T09:45:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-11-20T10:00:18.537-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Deck Delehanty</title><content type='html'>I don't know how many of you have been to the Deck Delehanty or whatever, because it's probably way out of your way, but I'm going to talk about it anyway! &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I go to the Deck two times a day, usually getting my same old bagel with cream cheese and a turkey sandwich. It's nice that it's so close to where I'm living, and they have food that I like, but I think it's time for the Deck to get a little upgrade. For those of you who don't know, the Deck is kinda like the Marche A, but smaller and with a limited amount of food. The only good thing about the Deck is that it takes both points and blocks, to which I have both (fewer points though haha). Don't get me wrong, I love the Deck and all the people that work there, but I just think it should be bigger and have more varieties of food. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The one thing that I would absolutely recommend for the Deck to get is a hot cocoa, french vanilla vending machine, so that I can have french vanilla coffee in the morning. I WOULD LOVE THAT! The only place that I have found this "vending machine" is at the Marketplace in the Davis Center and it only takes points. As you know, I only have a few points left, $17 worth to be exact, and I can't spend anymore until the last week in December. Furthermore, I don't want to walk all the way to the Davis Center from my dorm in the cold because that would be crazy!! And I'm too lazy.....If the Deck got one of those, I think my life would be complete. I'd probably eat there more often.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-aujwat6&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2129183578644784350-8178077761245127442?l=indigosquirt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://indigosquirt.blogspot.com/feeds/8178077761245127442/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2129183578644784350&amp;postID=8178077761245127442' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2129183578644784350/posts/default/8178077761245127442'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2129183578644784350/posts/default/8178077761245127442'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://indigosquirt.blogspot.com/2008/11/deck-delehanty.html' title='Deck Delehanty'/><author><name>aujwat6</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16477510319481922506</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2129183578644784350.post-5637851387516492159</id><published>2008-11-20T00:16:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2008-11-20T00:34:37.167-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Ima white kid from fitteds and Nikes to Earmuffs and DCs</title><content type='html'>WOA wtf &lt;div&gt;The days ive been here in vermont has changed my view of style in clothing. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;From NYC the style is so much more different than here in burlington. The sterotypical white kid i have become is so much fun and different that when i go back to new york i would be viewed like woa that kid is white. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;No offense just going of a sterotypical views of NYC whites. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;No one skates in NY, Almost no one wheres DCs  and No ONE at all wheres earmuff hats.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;the style views are just totally different and seem to be unacceptable in NYC (especially where i live)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;HAha im have a hell of a time going back to NY, everyone will be like they whitened you out, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;am i being racist? o.o&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;nawwww cant....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;o wells &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I mean its NYC its so much more diverse than burlington will ever be in its life time, so anythin i say can seem to be racist but just sterotype jokes muahaha&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I mean like i have so many friends that just make fun of each other  who givs a eff?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;people just get offended easily shyt....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Woa i got off topic here, 4 blogs in the last 30mins  im burning out&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;so yea man cant wait show of my "whiteness" back in the ghetto neighborhoods near my house ima have a field day of BS comin my way. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Its not like ill ever lose my culture its just so fluent in me its impossible, salsa food language is just in me &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But yea i have had so much fun here since i started 2 weeks in uvm its awesome&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;different enviorments.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2129183578644784350-5637851387516492159?l=indigosquirt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://indigosquirt.blogspot.com/feeds/5637851387516492159/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2129183578644784350&amp;postID=5637851387516492159' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2129183578644784350/posts/default/5637851387516492159'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2129183578644784350/posts/default/5637851387516492159'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://indigosquirt.blogspot.com/2008/11/ima-white-kid-from-fitteds-and-nikes-to.html' title='Ima white kid from fitteds and Nikes to Earmuffs and DCs'/><author><name>BennyBoy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09286806739862980238</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_96sj6LO2zTc/SMQgtPQ9mSI/AAAAAAAAAAY/4RBrlfeGhBY/S220/Death_Knight.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2129183578644784350.post-358938508625798677</id><published>2008-11-19T23:30:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2008-11-20T00:10:50.517-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Discovery of a Pregnant Man</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande';"&gt;My girlfriend and I were watching this show called " The Pregnant Man"...well she kinda forced me to watch the show. It was about this woman that took male hormone replacement to become a man but then decided to be the one to carry the baby around for nine months. I didn't understand why the woman didn't want to carry the baby. I mean she is supposed to be the woman in the relationship. A "man" carrying a baby looked so weird too. I knew it was just a woman that took male hormones but I imagined myself giving birth to a 9 pound baby which made me really sick. All that pain and where would it come from...my urethra. OUCH!!!!  (OH WTF!!) I really don't understand how women do it sometimes but I'm happy that they do it. "He" also said that "he" didn't carry the baby for the publicity but I think that its just BS.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande';"&gt; But w.e keeps her (gf) happy as long as I get some.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2129183578644784350-358938508625798677?l=indigosquirt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://indigosquirt.blogspot.com/feeds/358938508625798677/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2129183578644784350&amp;postID=358938508625798677' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2129183578644784350/posts/default/358938508625798677'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2129183578644784350/posts/default/358938508625798677'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://indigosquirt.blogspot.com/2008/11/discovery-of-pregnant-man.html' title='Discovery of a Pregnant Man'/><author><name>BennyBoy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09286806739862980238</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_96sj6LO2zTc/SMQgtPQ9mSI/AAAAAAAAAAY/4RBrlfeGhBY/S220/Death_Knight.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2129183578644784350.post-3542389480046273524</id><published>2008-11-19T23:20:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-11-19T23:30:11.953-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Long Board or Aggresives What to choose?</title><content type='html'>Well im a pretty active person and love to play sports and any quite competitive. kinda like a ADHD or something. So I got a regular skateboard and a pair of inline skates. I dont know what to get next? &lt;div&gt;Im pretty good at both already but these two things will give me a new challenge to accomplish. I have never tried both before so both would be new. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;For those that dont know Long board is a longer skate board with larger/wider trucks with larger rubber wheels.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and aggresives are roller blades meant for grinding, the wheels are smaller and there are metal plates on the bottom. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I have rollerbladed on UVM before and people look at me like wtf is he doing like its totally different. (I usally wear a dark suit, UVM hoodie, and skull bandana covering my face. you might have seen me before haha) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But yeaa i mean rollerblades are so much cooler and unique over here but whats your opinion?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2129183578644784350-3542389480046273524?l=indigosquirt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://indigosquirt.blogspot.com/feeds/3542389480046273524/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2129183578644784350&amp;postID=3542389480046273524' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2129183578644784350/posts/default/3542389480046273524'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2129183578644784350/posts/default/3542389480046273524'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://indigosquirt.blogspot.com/2008/11/long-board-or-aggresives-what-to-choose.html' title='Long Board or Aggresives What to choose?'/><author><name>BennyBoy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09286806739862980238</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_96sj6LO2zTc/SMQgtPQ9mSI/AAAAAAAAAAY/4RBrlfeGhBY/S220/Death_Knight.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2129183578644784350.post-7039679206972648197</id><published>2008-11-19T22:57:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-11-19T23:18:08.634-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Veganism in UVM</title><content type='html'>My girlfriend is vegan and is constantly complaining about not having great vegan food ready to eat. We usually go to Cook Commons to eat but all she every eats for lunch and dinner is french fries and salad. I know the salad is good for her but gosh how many times can you eat that and not get tired of it! She is so happy to go back to NYC for thanksgiving because she gets to cook her food which she says is delicious. I can't wait to try it and wish that I could go to eat dinner with her family for Thanksgiving...o well there's always next year. Anyway lets get back to veganism. I realized hat there aren't many vegan options here in Vermont. I thought that because of all the farms and open spaces there would be a lot of vegetables, beans, legumes, etc. being produced but that is not the case. There are lots of cows being killed for my food and nothing being made for my girlfriend to eat.....not good. I don't want her to get sick because then I would be very sad. :( For now she will keep on complaining about how the food is horrible and I will be stuck hearing it. Maybe ill just grow some grass for her to eat and the sunlight will do the rest.  :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2129183578644784350-7039679206972648197?l=indigosquirt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://indigosquirt.blogspot.com/feeds/7039679206972648197/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2129183578644784350&amp;postID=7039679206972648197' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2129183578644784350/posts/default/7039679206972648197'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2129183578644784350/posts/default/7039679206972648197'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://indigosquirt.blogspot.com/2008/11/veganism-in-uvm.html' title='Veganism in UVM'/><author><name>BennyBoy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09286806739862980238</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_96sj6LO2zTc/SMQgtPQ9mSI/AAAAAAAAAAY/4RBrlfeGhBY/S220/Death_Knight.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2129183578644784350.post-331521938818256490</id><published>2008-11-18T23:31:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-11-18T23:38:53.498-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Craziest</title><content type='html'>Craziest was defintely one of the weirdest things that I have ever seen. Never have I ever seen someone so passionate about Scrabble. I mean I enjoy playing the game, but to her the game was her life (atleast it seemed like it). &lt;br /&gt; I have been to my fair share of Nursing Homes,and trust me they aren't that obsessed with Bingo as that woman was with scrabble. &lt;br /&gt;Her obsession was way over the border unhealthy. I know the story was fiction, but I was thinking about it after class, that somewhere out there someone that is on the National Scrabble Team is probably counting out words and studying every version of the dictionary known to man for words that no one else even knew existed. &lt;br /&gt;Here's a clip of a scrabble game that my friend played up in maine:&lt;br /&gt;http://www.facebook.com/video/?of=1034255609#/video/video.php?v=1007594625278 &lt;br /&gt;i dont know if it works, but its basically them making up senseless words and obsessing over the david blaine impersonator that i find to be hilarious. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/AYxu_MQSTTY&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/AYxu_MQSTTY&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;david blaine's street magic spoof&lt;br /&gt;_charlotte snowe&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2129183578644784350-331521938818256490?l=indigosquirt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://indigosquirt.blogspot.com/feeds/331521938818256490/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2129183578644784350&amp;postID=331521938818256490' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2129183578644784350/posts/default/331521938818256490'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2129183578644784350/posts/default/331521938818256490'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://indigosquirt.blogspot.com/2008/11/craziest.html' title='Craziest'/><author><name>charlotte snowe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01145241335198122895</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rv30o3yS400/SiVGZeCMRnI/AAAAAAAAADo/zTYl79OSFmQ/S220/trueself.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2129183578644784350.post-1887592704742729311</id><published>2008-11-18T22:46:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-11-18T23:30:35.784-05:00</updated><title type='text'>21 steps....</title><content type='html'>I really enjoyed the story we had to read called "21 Steps" because it kept me on my toes and I kept wanting to read more. It really reminded me of the movie SWAT with Colin Ferrell. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/qurflmeGUAM&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/qurflmeGUAM&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At first I found the google map to be moving super fast and kind of hard to follow, but I trained my eye to follow the blue line moving rapidly across the screen I really got into the story.&lt;br /&gt;I felt as if i was in pursuit of ponytail and the others, and wanted to know more than what the little pop ups were telling me.&lt;br /&gt;My biggest question, is how does he find all this cool story things? THey are so neat and I definitely have not taken advantage of the internet if I haven't found any on my own by now. &lt;br /&gt;_charlotte SNowe&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2129183578644784350-1887592704742729311?l=indigosquirt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://indigosquirt.blogspot.com/feeds/1887592704742729311/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2129183578644784350&amp;postID=1887592704742729311' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2129183578644784350/posts/default/1887592704742729311'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2129183578644784350/posts/default/1887592704742729311'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://indigosquirt.blogspot.com/2008/11/21-steps_18.html' title='21 steps....'/><author><name>charlotte snowe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01145241335198122895</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rv30o3yS400/SiVGZeCMRnI/AAAAAAAAADo/zTYl79OSFmQ/S220/trueself.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2129183578644784350.post-912756125800765964</id><published>2008-11-18T21:49:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-11-18T22:44:38.875-05:00</updated><title type='text'>It isn't Sunny anymore in Philly...atleast until next year</title><content type='html'>So, I am sad to inform you all that yes, this season of "It's always Sunny in Philadelphia" is THIS thursday.&lt;br /&gt;I am thoroughly depressed about this, because:&lt;br /&gt;1) it's a fantastic show!&lt;br /&gt;2) i watch it religiously along with a few kids up stairs on their PROJECTOR in their room &lt;br /&gt;3) did i mention the projector?&lt;br /&gt;4) 30Rock just doesn't cut it after "the office"&lt;br /&gt;5)what else is there to watch at 10pm on a thursday? (i guess i could start studying :( )&lt;br /&gt;6) no one wants to watch "Testees" at 11pm, no one. its such a wieerrrrddd show.&lt;br /&gt;anywho, it's a fantastic and hilarious show, &lt;br /&gt;here's a few clips:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/DRKB8Hkcw_I&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/DRKB8Hkcw_I&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/0b1-TE7hhKw&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/0b1-TE7hhKw&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2129183578644784350-912756125800765964?l=indigosquirt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://indigosquirt.blogspot.com/feeds/912756125800765964/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2129183578644784350&amp;postID=912756125800765964' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2129183578644784350/posts/default/912756125800765964'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2129183578644784350/posts/default/912756125800765964'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://indigosquirt.blogspot.com/2008/11/it-isnt-sunny-anymore-in-phillyatleast.html' title='It isn&apos;t Sunny anymore in Philly...atleast until next year'/><author><name>charlotte snowe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01145241335198122895</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rv30o3yS400/SiVGZeCMRnI/AAAAAAAAADo/zTYl79OSFmQ/S220/trueself.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2129183578644784350.post-2069580579637770560</id><published>2008-11-18T19:22:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-11-18T19:47:25.383-05:00</updated><title type='text'>21 Steps</title><content type='html'>Wow, I really liked this a lot! I loved how it incorporated Google Earth to show the story. It was really neat to actually know where this guy was and how he got to certain places. Being able to follow him on the train and airplane made me feel like I was actually there with him, in a crazy way. I thought this was a wicked sweet way of telling a story, and if I knew how to do use Google Earth in this way, I would totally use it more often for projects. I also liked how you could click around sometimes to see what the guy was actually seeing. For instance, when we first met the guy and he was near the statue, we got to see what that actually looked like. It was a great way of putting the reader into the story.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Another thing I liked about this story, or whatever it is, was the story itself. I love suspense stories that make me sit on the edge of my seat. Every time a little blurb came up, I found myself wanting to read what came next. The tension that built up during this made me want to read more and more. I was kinda mad that I didn't get to finish it in class, but luckily, I finished it at home :). I especially loved the ending where no one died and it was all just a big joke. They were just testing him to see if he qualified for one of Ponytails jobs, and I thought that was brilliant. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;If this ever happened to me, I don't know what I would do! Getting a vile of something to smuggle on the plane would freak me out, and knowing my luck, someone would catch me with it. I just know it. I wouldn't have been smart enough to get the insulin shots before I boarded the plane to disguise the vile. I would have just walked on the plane like it was no big deal. Ultimately, that probably wouldn't have worked out for me as well as disguising it. O well!! Hopefully, I'm never put in this situation!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-aujwat6  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2129183578644784350-2069580579637770560?l=indigosquirt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://indigosquirt.blogspot.com/feeds/2069580579637770560/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2129183578644784350&amp;postID=2069580579637770560' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2129183578644784350/posts/default/2069580579637770560'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2129183578644784350/posts/default/2069580579637770560'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://indigosquirt.blogspot.com/2008/11/21-steps.html' title='21 Steps'/><author><name>aujwat6</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16477510319481922506</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2129183578644784350.post-2495203296231768161</id><published>2008-11-18T17:40:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-11-18T17:48:26.576-05:00</updated><title type='text'>REEEEELLL BIIGGGGG FIIIISHHHHH!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/images/reel%20big%20fish" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i520.photobucket.com/albums/w326/THANKSBROJOE/Fish.jpg" border="0" alt="reel big fish :) Pictures, Images and Photos"/&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok so now that i have your attention!&lt;br /&gt;did you know that REEL BIG FISH is coming to the UVM campus on dec7th?&lt;br /&gt;personally I AM A HUGE RBF FAN! legit. i saw them at warped tour this summer, in the torrential downpour that was miles away from a spotted potential waterspout in mass. I have a shirt that i brought up with me that ha 4 out of the 5 band members signatures on it, and now its my chance to get the last one! WOOOHOOOO!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;um... so yeah i am super excited!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rv30o3yS400/SSNF4i9GDtI/AAAAAAAAACg/ZGl3yuupWF8/s1600-h/IMG_2386.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rv30o3yS400/SSNF4i9GDtI/AAAAAAAAACg/ZGl3yuupWF8/s200/IMG_2386.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5270132826711658194" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so yeah tickets go on sale on thursday in the davis center at the atrium table 2 at 1.30 pm, only $10!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/ZZ4S-UiNmzo&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/ZZ4S-UiNmzo&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;_charlotte snowe&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2129183578644784350-2495203296231768161?l=indigosquirt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://indigosquirt.blogspot.com/feeds/2495203296231768161/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2129183578644784350&amp;postID=2495203296231768161' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2129183578644784350/posts/default/2495203296231768161'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2129183578644784350/posts/default/2495203296231768161'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://indigosquirt.blogspot.com/2008/11/reeeeelll-biiggggg-fiiiishhhhh.html' title='REEEEELLL BIIGGGGG FIIIISHHHHH!'/><author><name>charlotte snowe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01145241335198122895</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rv30o3yS400/SiVGZeCMRnI/AAAAAAAAADo/zTYl79OSFmQ/S220/trueself.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rv30o3yS400/SSNF4i9GDtI/AAAAAAAAACg/ZGl3yuupWF8/s72-c/IMG_2386.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2129183578644784350.post-6171704716163677384</id><published>2008-11-18T17:21:00.006-05:00</published><updated>2008-11-18T17:32:38.573-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Rock Climbing</title><content type='html'>Over the last few months I've started going to the gym on a regular basis (broomball and taekwondo just werent cutting it). So now I go rock climbing a few times a week, I'm really digging it. &lt;br /&gt;A few kids that I'm friends with upstairs work at the climbing wall, and this weekend they had a bouldering competition. Now bouldering is a lot like rock climbing except subtract the rope.&lt;br /&gt;The goal of the sport is to climb a wall ( ceiling, what ever angle and height) and you follow a trail or marked holds. THey are usually marked by color tape. The start and finish are both marked by triangles. Now it may sound easy, but it most certainly is not. Some of the ways you have to contort your body are so weird, an stretch muscles you didnt even know you had.&lt;br /&gt; It was so fun to watch and it just amazes me at how much strength these people must have to do this sport. ( Also another reason I've become obsessed, I must say I am getting pretty strong). I told them that I really want to compete in the next match! &lt;br /&gt;It's gonna be sick. &lt;br /&gt;Here are a few pictures of my friends in action!&lt;br /&gt;Kelsey&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rv30o3yS400/SSNCADxViYI/AAAAAAAAACQ/XPveOhjEDjE/s1600-h/IMG_0461.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rv30o3yS400/SSNCADxViYI/AAAAAAAAACQ/XPveOhjEDjE/s200/IMG_0461.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5270128557733284226" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pete&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rv30o3yS400/SSNCPAcZHjI/AAAAAAAAACY/XZVQFV3CDd0/s1600-h/IMG_0471.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rv30o3yS400/SSNCPAcZHjI/AAAAAAAAACY/XZVQFV3CDd0/s200/IMG_0471.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5270128814538169906" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;_charlotte snowe&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2129183578644784350-6171704716163677384?l=indigosquirt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://indigosquirt.blogspot.com/feeds/6171704716163677384/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2129183578644784350&amp;postID=6171704716163677384' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2129183578644784350/posts/default/6171704716163677384'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2129183578644784350/posts/default/6171704716163677384'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://indigosquirt.blogspot.com/2008/11/rock-climbing.html' title='Rock Climbing'/><author><name>charlotte snowe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01145241335198122895</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rv30o3yS400/SiVGZeCMRnI/AAAAAAAAADo/zTYl79OSFmQ/S220/trueself.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rv30o3yS400/SSNCADxViYI/AAAAAAAAACQ/XPveOhjEDjE/s72-c/IMG_0461.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2129183578644784350.post-617966105117342015</id><published>2008-11-17T22:06:00.006-05:00</published><updated>2008-11-17T22:35:35.034-05:00</updated><title type='text'>ART</title><content type='html'>I love my art history class, and I want to share with you what we're learning right now. It's actually a really boring subject, but what the hell! I have nothing else better to write about!! I'm thinking I want to major in art history, but I'm not sure. We'll see how it goes next semester! (I don't know what that has to do with anything I'm writing about....just a little side note I guess).&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Right now, we're learning about Christian stuff: mainly churches, Christ sculptures and paintings, ect. It's boring, I know, compared to what we have been learning, (i.e. Greek and Roman sculptures and paintings) but at least it's still interesting.....I hope. Some of the things we have been looking at are:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img src="webkit-fake-url://CC2FEF35-C06B-4D0E-A6CA-A982DD48B67C/san_vitale_ravenna.jpg" alt="san_vitale_ravenna.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;San Vitale&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img src="webkit-fake-url://CB656237-0DF2-4E84-97AF-5ECF7CB47DB5/hagia-sophia.jpg" alt="hagia-sophia.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hagia Sophia&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img src="webkit-fake-url://4D6B3B60-5B84-437D-ABDD-0FE68D776390/9-11.jpg" alt="9-11.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Virgin and Child with Saints and Angels&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;They're really sweet to look at, but Christian stuff doesn't really appeal to me, like Roman and Greek art did. Besides that, I think it's amazing how much Christianity influenced the European World. All of a sudden, art went from idealizing the male body, to worshipping God and Christ. All over churches, mosaics and reliefs were made to honor Christ and the people surrounding him. Leaders in the Holy Roman Empire represented themselves as ruling with Christ at their side, and wanted everyone to know of their divinity. Christianity completely enveloped the people of this era, and lead them to make great works of art and architecture. It's utterly breathtaking. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-aujwat6&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2129183578644784350-617966105117342015?l=indigosquirt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://indigosquirt.blogspot.com/feeds/617966105117342015/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2129183578644784350&amp;postID=617966105117342015' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2129183578644784350/posts/default/617966105117342015'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2129183578644784350/posts/default/617966105117342015'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://indigosquirt.blogspot.com/2008/11/art.html' title='ART'/><author><name>aujwat6</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16477510319481922506</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2129183578644784350.post-8560227038431345581</id><published>2008-11-17T21:31:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2008-11-17T22:04:00.482-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Konstantine</title><content type='html'>I have absolutely no idea how many blogs we're supposed to write this week, and the blog tally is coming up, so I'm writing a lot of blogs right now!! Great huh? I thought so hahaha.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyway, I'm listening to my favorite song right now, and I have decided to tell you guys what song that is and why I like it so much. The song is &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Konstantine&lt;/span&gt;, by Something Corporate. I don't know how many of you have heard the song before, or if you actually like the song, but I LOVE IT!! The first time I heard this song was two years ago, in my brother's car, cruising the strip of Tallahassee, FL. It was probably around twelve o'clock in the morning, so it was dark, and I was in the backseat. It was just the perfect song for this moment. My head was leaning against the window, we were passing lights hanging from above, and the atmosphere was just sooo peaceful. It was amazing! This was probably one of the highlights of the whole trip.....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The reasons why I love this song is 1.  I love when the music is all done by a piano! 2. It has a great hook 3. It's such a good song in general 4. Great lyrics 5. It's long 6. It makes me feel great ect. ect. ect. The reason why I like piano songs so much is because they're just so....classical sounding I guess? I don't know how to explain it. I wish I could play the piano. I would seriously learn how to play the piano just so I can play this song. This song has one of the greatest hooks, and that is something a good song needs to have. When the song goes from slow to fast, it just pulls me in and I just can't help to belt out the song. The lyrics are great in general and they're something I can relate to. The song is long, so it's ten times better.....9 minutes of greatness is just amazing. The last reason, the song makes me feel great inside. It's just amazing.....I don't know how to explain it, again.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I would seriously name my daughter Konstantine, after this song. That's how much I love it....(I know, a little crazyy haha).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;If you haven't heard this song, here you go: &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=eXizlmg4Fvo"&gt;Konstantine&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-aujwat6&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2129183578644784350-8560227038431345581?l=indigosquirt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://indigosquirt.blogspot.com/feeds/8560227038431345581/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2129183578644784350&amp;postID=8560227038431345581' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2129183578644784350/posts/default/8560227038431345581'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2129183578644784350/posts/default/8560227038431345581'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://indigosquirt.blogspot.com/2008/11/konstantine.html' title='Konstantine'/><author><name>aujwat6</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16477510319481922506</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2129183578644784350.post-2239335373757905279</id><published>2008-11-17T21:06:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2008-11-17T22:04:57.974-05:00</updated><title type='text'>A Million Penguins? More Like A Million Questions</title><content type='html'>After reading our assignment, &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;A Million Penguins&lt;/span&gt;, I, once again, had no idea what I had just read. I feel like this happens to me every single time I read our weekly assignments. Is it me or am I just not picking up on something? I have no idea!!! I honestly had no idea what was going on in the million entries I read. It was one of the most confusingest thing I have ever read (I know confusingest is not a word, but it describes what I feel really well). &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So, first of all, the entries went from one thing to another, and some went from story to someone writing that story. It was just too confusing for my head to wrap around. I mean, how else could you write something like that without making it confusing? I know I would not be able to write something like that without confusing the heck out of the readers. O well....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;One thing I thought was interesting about this blurb of stories was the way they included animals into this. And the way they humanized them by giving them feelings and by doing human things. I thought it was really funny that a whale could love and actually forgot his and his girlfriends? anniversary. I laughed really hard when I read this....and I don't know why. Another thing that I thought was interesting was the way they incorporated a spy and a serial rapist into the story. Whhhhaaaaaattttt???? I thought that was wicked random, but funny as hell. Whales, spies, and serial rapists? Sounds like a good story to me...........:/&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-aujwat6&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2129183578644784350-2239335373757905279?l=indigosquirt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://indigosquirt.blogspot.com/feeds/2239335373757905279/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2129183578644784350&amp;postID=2239335373757905279' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2129183578644784350/posts/default/2239335373757905279'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2129183578644784350/posts/default/2239335373757905279'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://indigosquirt.blogspot.com/2008/11/million-penguins-more-like-million.html' title='A Million Penguins? More Like A Million Questions'/><author><name>aujwat6</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16477510319481922506</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2129183578644784350.post-9068095321237268011</id><published>2008-11-17T18:42:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2008-11-17T22:05:22.289-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Turkey Turkey</title><content type='html'>It's the last week before Thanksgiving break, and I am super excited for it to be over with so I can go home!!! I can't wait!! Of course, because I want the week to go by fast, it's not going to. It never works out that way, from my perspective. Although the last two weeks went by wicked fast, I still believe this one is going to trudge along. It always does!&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Did anyone else get an insane amount of work to do for this week? I know I did! I had a quiz today, a 7 page paper due for this class tomorrow, a test and proposal for thursday, and another paper for friday. Do teachers think I have enough time to do all of this in a week? I don't think so! I think they're all out to get us....all they want to do is screw us over. But I don't blame them because if I was a teacher, I'd do the exact same thing hahaha.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyway, back to Thanksgiving break. I can't wait to eat an actual meal with my parents and family. Ahhh I know the minute I put a turkey leg into my mouth, I'm going to go crazy! I'm going to eat everything in sight! And then, after I devoured everything on the table, I'm probably going to pass out on the couch or ground somewhere. It's amazing how a turkey supper puts you to sleep like that. Knowing me, I'll probably pass out while my hands are still sticky from the turkey, and then wake up all nasty. Oh, it's happened before! Also, over the break, I'm probably going to catch up on some much needed sleep. I don't think I've had a decent amount of sleep in a long time, so it will be nice to finally catch up on some Z's. I hope the weekend is great, and I can't wait for what's to come!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-aujwat6&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2129183578644784350-9068095321237268011?l=indigosquirt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://indigosquirt.blogspot.com/feeds/9068095321237268011/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2129183578644784350&amp;postID=9068095321237268011' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2129183578644784350/posts/default/9068095321237268011'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2129183578644784350/posts/default/9068095321237268011'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://indigosquirt.blogspot.com/2008/11/turkey-turkey.html' title='Turkey Turkey'/><author><name>aujwat6</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16477510319481922506</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2129183578644784350.post-4043090225802725430</id><published>2008-11-14T11:26:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-11-18T17:21:43.737-05:00</updated><title type='text'>long time no blog....</title><content type='html'>Hey guys, &lt;br /&gt;it's been weird, yet sorta nice having these past two weeks off. especially since this week was hell, being composed of 3 midterms (chem, calc &amp; bio), 2 lab reports, copious amounts of busy work and working down at echo on the new exhibit. But hey now its friday and i can actually breathe...AND GO SEE THE NEW JAMES BOND MOVIE: QUANTUM SOLACE. yep... i'm a huge fan.&lt;br /&gt;so here's whats been going on in the life of a bio major aka me:&lt;br /&gt;i changed my major from biology to integrated biological sciences ( which is basically the same thing , but i can get a BS in my new major and only could go up to a BA in my old one, plus i can narrow it down to a certain aspect of biology - like genetics! yay!)&lt;br /&gt;um, my broomball team made it into the semifinals for the tournament! we had two reall good games then lost :/ but it was so fun! i can NOT wait for next semester! hoorayyyy!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2129183578644784350-4043090225802725430?l=indigosquirt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://indigosquirt.blogspot.com/feeds/4043090225802725430/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2129183578644784350&amp;postID=4043090225802725430' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2129183578644784350/posts/default/4043090225802725430'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2129183578644784350/posts/default/4043090225802725430'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://indigosquirt.blogspot.com/2008/11/long-time-no-blog.html' title='long time no blog....'/><author><name>charlotte snowe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01145241335198122895</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rv30o3yS400/SiVGZeCMRnI/AAAAAAAAADo/zTYl79OSFmQ/S220/trueself.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2129183578644784350.post-1646457158238097544</id><published>2008-10-30T19:50:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2008-10-30T20:03:37.337-04:00</updated><title type='text'>What do I write about?</title><content type='html'>Once again, I have absolutely no idea what to write about in this blog. I never have anything interesting to say or a topic to talk about. How I am supposed to write more blogs this year if I never have any material to talk about? I'm screwed, that's all I have to say......&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I mean, I could post a YouTube video and comment on it, but everyone else is doing that and I don't want to copy their idea. I guess I need some ideas on what to write. Any ideas? What can I write about that no one else is doing and is creative and catchy? What do people like? What do you like? I have no idea....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I often times wonder what my blogs would be like if I wrote them drunk.....I mean,  I don't drink or anything, jeez....Have you ever thought about that? What would I say? I figure that I'd probably ramble on about something and spell every word wrong haha....I'd probably talk about what everyone around me was doing and it probably wouldn't make any sense at all! I'd also get bored after awhile and post a blog that was half finished.....just stop in the middle of a sentence.....maybe I'll do that someday haha Actually, knowing me, I'd probably spill my drink all over my computer and wreck it even before I sit down and start writing. I would totally do that.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2129183578644784350-1646457158238097544?l=indigosquirt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://indigosquirt.blogspot.com/feeds/1646457158238097544/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2129183578644784350&amp;postID=1646457158238097544' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2129183578644784350/posts/default/1646457158238097544'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2129183578644784350/posts/default/1646457158238097544'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://indigosquirt.blogspot.com/2008/10/what-do-i-write-about.html' title='What do I write about?'/><author><name>aujwat6</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16477510319481922506</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2129183578644784350.post-7418811539847867</id><published>2008-10-30T14:52:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-10-30T14:59:15.817-04:00</updated><title type='text'>HALLOWEEN!!!!!</title><content type='html'>Woot First year in vermont!! First Halloween&lt;br /&gt;I wonder if its like in NYC with the massive eggings and increase in police&lt;br /&gt;vermont is so diferent. Cant Wait...&lt;br /&gt;I think im going to be a construction worker (isnt that sterotypical being hispanic and all  lol)&lt;br /&gt;I bought this vest where like it blinks and stuff. Seems awesome for a techno party. I got a hat and gloves.  Even though i got a test tonight at 7pm (chem 035) i also wanna go to the grave rave&lt;br /&gt;and see how that is b/c it seems cool i guess...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Joy first halloween here, just dont hope i dont get egged  thatll suck @_@&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2129183578644784350-7418811539847867?l=indigosquirt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://indigosquirt.blogspot.com/feeds/7418811539847867/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2129183578644784350&amp;postID=7418811539847867' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2129183578644784350/posts/default/7418811539847867'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2129183578644784350/posts/default/7418811539847867'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://indigosquirt.blogspot.com/2008/10/halloween.html' title='HALLOWEEN!!!!!'/><author><name>BennyBoy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09286806739862980238</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_96sj6LO2zTc/SMQgtPQ9mSI/AAAAAAAAAAY/4RBrlfeGhBY/S220/Death_Knight.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2129183578644784350.post-1099194512026114534</id><published>2008-10-30T14:43:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2008-10-30T14:52:39.058-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Understanding- Ben Peek</title><content type='html'>In the book 26 lies/1 truth theres a chapter or part where it shows eyes. Just a picture of eyes they almost look like they are tearing or sad.&lt;br /&gt;I feel those eyes mean they are depressed and sad. If you countinued reading the chapter it shows another picture of him laying in bed looking to the other side of the empty bed.&lt;br /&gt;I feel he is sad he lost the girl. He also talks about in quotes under,  "if i dont get up, nothing changes."&lt;br /&gt;I feel this means he needs to make a change with his life.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2129183578644784350-1099194512026114534?l=indigosquirt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://indigosquirt.blogspot.com/feeds/1099194512026114534/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2129183578644784350&amp;postID=1099194512026114534' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2129183578644784350/posts/default/1099194512026114534'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2129183578644784350/posts/default/1099194512026114534'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://indigosquirt.blogspot.com/2008/10/understanding-ben-peek.html' title='Understanding- Ben Peek'/><author><name>BennyBoy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09286806739862980238</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_96sj6LO2zTc/SMQgtPQ9mSI/AAAAAAAAAAY/4RBrlfeGhBY/S220/Death_Knight.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2129183578644784350.post-6760107189000532754</id><published>2008-10-30T14:40:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-10-30T14:43:52.746-04:00</updated><title type='text'>RE:The Lucky ones</title><content type='html'>Pretty cool Vid blog must admit i like watching the videos and the interactions on the screen. Im not all to sure about scrolling back and forth to find them though.&lt;br /&gt;Jesper is awesome I find it hysterical how he cooked the frog and tried to play it off by getting a different frog. Least he tried and was sorry I guess.&lt;br /&gt;Ashely knew about it, in a sense that she knew it wasnt the orginal frog she had thats why she probably called it Cucumber two.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not bad videos though.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2129183578644784350-6760107189000532754?l=indigosquirt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://indigosquirt.blogspot.com/feeds/6760107189000532754/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2129183578644784350&amp;postID=6760107189000532754' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2129183578644784350/posts/default/6760107189000532754'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2129183578644784350/posts/default/6760107189000532754'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://indigosquirt.blogspot.com/2008/10/rethe-lucky-ones.html' title='RE:The Lucky ones'/><author><name>BennyBoy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09286806739862980238</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_96sj6LO2zTc/SMQgtPQ9mSI/AAAAAAAAAAY/4RBrlfeGhBY/S220/Death_Knight.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2129183578644784350.post-7591137278469546928</id><published>2008-10-29T19:50:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-10-29T19:57:40.915-04:00</updated><title type='text'>I still think Alan is one shifty character....</title><content type='html'>After reviewing and re reading &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt; The Lucky Ones"&lt;/span&gt; I didn't really gain a better understanding of it. I did however poke around a bit more on each of their little pages. &lt;br /&gt;I looked more carefully at Sharon's pictures, Re-read Ashley's blog (even the posts about poor little cucumber and attempted at trying to understand poor Jesper's broken english. &lt;br /&gt;After all is said I still strongly believe that:&lt;br /&gt;1) Estelle is still the coolest senior lady I have ever seen! I am impressed with her amount of adventure and courage to come up with a list and interpret the once thought impossible tasks in order to complete them and cross them off her list!&lt;br /&gt;2) Jesper is another personal fav - i mean with hair like that who wouldn't want to be your friend?- no but seriously, he sort of also a comic relief like Estelle.&lt;br /&gt;3)Bill - is the luckiest unlucky guy. He has to replace and destroy his garage, but just then his friend Frank steals his present lawn mower, sets in on fire and ends up getting insurance to pay for the reconstruction of his garage at the same time. He gets his lottery ticket ( the only one he has ever bought in his life) stolen by the guy next door, and ends up winning anyways...but then dies of a heart attack alone in his house.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really enjoyed the whole project the first AND second time, even though many of my friends didn't seem to understand it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;_charlotte snowe&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2129183578644784350-7591137278469546928?l=indigosquirt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://indigosquirt.blogspot.com/feeds/7591137278469546928/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2129183578644784350&amp;postID=7591137278469546928' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2129183578644784350/posts/default/7591137278469546928'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2129183578644784350/posts/default/7591137278469546928'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://indigosquirt.blogspot.com/2008/10/i-still-think-alan-is-one-shifty.html' title='I still think Alan is one shifty character....'/><author><name>charlotte snowe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01145241335198122895</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rv30o3yS400/SiVGZeCMRnI/AAAAAAAAADo/zTYl79OSFmQ/S220/trueself.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2129183578644784350.post-1133840247305836784</id><published>2008-10-29T19:33:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-10-29T19:59:16.490-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Meet the Lucky Ones</title><content type='html'>I don't exactly know if we're supposed to blog about Meet the Lucky Ones, but I'm going to do it anyway. I never have any idea what to post about, and this week isn't any different.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyway, the first time we had to watch these video clips, I admit that I didn't finish them all. I had other stuff to do (a.k.a study for a HUGE exam), and I didn't want to waste that time watching and clicking on things. Not for me.... I guess the big problem was that it took too much time to jump around and watch the video clips. It was just boring for me, and I couldn't sit down in my chair for an hour, staring at the computer. It was bad enough that I had been in front of the computer for 4 and a half hours already. The good thing, though, was that I did eventually finish them, and I liked it. It was an interesting story, and I liked how everything connected. Clicking on the yellow dots did get annoying after a while, but it was creative and a good way to catch viewers interest.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;One thing that I didn't notice before, that I noticed a second time was the fortune cookie numbers and the lottery ticket numbers. I didn't realize they were the same! I was too busy trying to get everything done that I totally overlooked that detail. One question I had at the end of this was why the prescription pills were in the picture. Then, I realized that Bill had High Blood Pressure and that was why he had a heart attack.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'd have to say that Estelle was my favorite character. She was awesome, and I absolutely loved her! I hope I'm as active and adventurous as her when I reach her age! Another thing I liked about her was that she didn't seem like she had any worries and wasn't involved with everyones big dilemmas. She was just living her life, one day at a time. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2129183578644784350-1133840247305836784?l=indigosquirt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://indigosquirt.blogspot.com/feeds/1133840247305836784/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2129183578644784350&amp;postID=1133840247305836784' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2129183578644784350/posts/default/1133840247305836784'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2129183578644784350/posts/default/1133840247305836784'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://indigosquirt.blogspot.com/2008/10/meet-lucky-ones.html' title='Meet the Lucky Ones'/><author><name>aujwat6</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16477510319481922506</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2129183578644784350.post-683789522359001903</id><published>2008-10-26T19:38:00.008-04:00</published><updated>2008-10-28T13:08:04.462-04:00</updated><title type='text'>The Land Down Unda....</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rv30o3yS400/SQdDyDBOM1I/AAAAAAAAACI/KN0FzkY4rQ8/s1600-h/sarsar.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rv30o3yS400/SQdDyDBOM1I/AAAAAAAAACI/KN0FzkY4rQ8/s200/sarsar.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5262249216688665426" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So since we've been on the topic of Australia lately in class, I figured I would tell you about my pen pal! ( Ive google-earthed a pic of her house in toowoomba, queensland - just to show you! i've been obsessed with googlearth lately)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rv30o3yS400/SQdDn1Sh-AI/AAAAAAAAACA/prK2jVQNTBc/s1600-h/7hanacrt.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 162px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rv30o3yS400/SQdDn1Sh-AI/AAAAAAAAACA/prK2jVQNTBc/s200/7hanacrt.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5262249041204475906" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So here goes, you're probably wondering how did she end up with a pen pal in australia? thats like halfway across the world?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As it so happens, back in the day ( which was always a wednesday....) in third grade we were doing a project for music class on this song about "John Tucker". That day I went home and told my mom all about what I had learned about Australia and how excited I was for this project. She mentioned that my sister's physical therapist / aide, Ms. Lackey, had family in Australia and a niece about my age. So she sent a note with my sister to school, and sure enough when I came home from school the following day, there on the kitchen counter was an address for a girl named Sarah in australia. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I couldn't wait! I always had wanted a pen pal, and here was my chance. So I sat down that night and wrote a letter introducing myself to Sarah, and asking if she knew anything about what we were studying in my music class. A week or so later I got a package in the mail from her family that was filled with packets of information as well as two mixed cassettes ( "a cassette, whats that?". yes , this was the nineties). One was a mix of some Australian folk songs and the other was a mixed tape of some popular music of the times in Australia. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Soon we began sending back and forth packages filled with letters, pictures, photo albums, tshirts, post cards, jewelry, CDs and anything you could think of. Each year we always send each other christmas and birthday presents! Its so fun, this year she even sent me a few band t shirts from concerts in Sydney (Hinder, and a few other alternative indie bands). She also says that she is going to send me t shirt from her university! I am so excited! The most recent band that she's sent me music from is &lt;a href="http://www.kisschasy.com/"&gt;Kisschasy&lt;/a&gt;, which I really love. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/kSsVL8WUPTw&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/kSsVL8WUPTw&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Opinions won't keep you warm at night - Kisschasy)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/su3laz4VnuY&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/su3laz4VnuY&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt; &lt;br /&gt;( Kisschasy - The Do Do's and Whoa - oh's)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really want to go study there abroad for a year perhaps my junior year. I think it would be a blast, because one of her friends actually studied here for a year!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Right now I am actually working on puttitng together a christmas package for her ( because it takes about a few weeks to get it there on a college kids budget), so far i have: state radio t shirt, mixed cd (including dispatch, badfish, barefoot truth, state radio, sublime, cake , etc), a few posters from higher ground and a UVM t shirt. &lt;br /&gt;So if you see me sporting a &lt;a href="http://www.usq.edu.au/"&gt;University of Southern Queensland&lt;/a&gt; Shirt around campus, you'll know why!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;_charlotte snowe&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2129183578644784350-683789522359001903?l=indigosquirt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rv30o3yS400/SiVGZeCMRnI/AAAAAAAAADo/zTYl79OSFmQ/S220/trueself.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rv30o3yS400/SQdDyDBOM1I/AAAAAAAAACI/KN0FzkY4rQ8/s72-c/sarsar.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2129183578644784350.post-6246549915865644619</id><published>2008-10-23T17:05:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-10-23T17:08:38.392-04:00</updated><title type='text'>why 12 yr olds should not have mac books!!</title><content type='html'>ok so my neighbor showed me this the other day and i sad to say that i could not stop laughing. &lt;br /&gt;I mean i know she probably has a lot of fun making theses videos ( OH YES..there are mutiple videos), but one day when she is older i think she will be either really embarassed or famous. &lt;br /&gt;Here's her take on Rhianna's &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Disturbia&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/rMdWqaN_Tms&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/rMdWqaN_Tms&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It kinda reminds me of a baby numa numa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/60og9gwKh1o&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/60og9gwKh1o&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;slightly disturbing, yes i know, but oh so funny.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;_charlotte snowe&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2129183578644784350-6246549915865644619?l=indigosquirt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://indigosquirt.blogspot.com/feeds/6246549915865644619/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2129183578644784350&amp;postID=6246549915865644619' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2129183578644784350/posts/default/6246549915865644619'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2129183578644784350/posts/default/6246549915865644619'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://indigosquirt.blogspot.com/2008/10/why-12-yr-olds-should-not-have-mac.html' title='why 12 yr olds should not have mac books!!'/><author><name>charlotte snowe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01145241335198122895</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rv30o3yS400/SiVGZeCMRnI/AAAAAAAAADo/zTYl79OSFmQ/S220/trueself.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2129183578644784350.post-2579882230674939236</id><published>2008-10-23T13:00:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-10-23T14:03:18.605-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Trying to Understand " Understanding"</title><content type='html'>I believe that this sketch of what I percieve to be Ben Peek's eyes, is probably showing how he is still deeply affected the death of his girlfriend, G. Also, perhaps that he is regretting turning the wheel to the left, and wishes he had turned it the other way to take his own life as opposed to his own? Its seems like something he would say. &lt;br /&gt;I'm not sure on my whole take on this book, if it's really true or really a lie?&lt;br /&gt;I'm not really sure what to think, all i know is that i really liked reading it because Ben Peek was just really blunt and open about everything. He had the confidence to write and didn't really care what other though or didnt think about what he wrote.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;_charlotte snowe&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2129183578644784350-2579882230674939236?l=indigosquirt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://indigosquirt.blogspot.com/feeds/2579882230674939236/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2129183578644784350&amp;postID=2579882230674939236' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2129183578644784350/posts/default/2579882230674939236'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2129183578644784350/posts/default/2579882230674939236'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://indigosquirt.blogspot.com/2008/10/trying-to-understand-understanding.html' title='Trying to Understand &quot; Understanding&quot;'/><author><name>charlotte snowe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01145241335198122895</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rv30o3yS400/SiVGZeCMRnI/AAAAAAAAADo/zTYl79OSFmQ/S220/trueself.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2129183578644784350.post-3519649557030369429</id><published>2008-10-23T10:46:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2008-10-23T11:28:23.085-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Amazing Weekend!!</title><content type='html'>I know this is a day-in-the-life entry and it's a boring thing to talk about, but I don't care! I'm trying to stay away from complaining and ranting on about stuff, so I'm deciding to talk about a nice subject that doesn't require me to complain...I'm going to talk about the amazing weekend I had this past week at home (yes, at home...).&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;On friday, I skipped my last class (don't tell anyone haha) and headed south on the highway to my house. It was a full car and it wasn't very comfortable, but I didn't care! I was going to be at my house, in my big bed, and that's all that mattered to me at that point. As we're nearing the Sharon exit, which is realllllllyyyy close to where we need to get off, out of nowhere, there's traffic!!! Traffic in Vermont? What? I didn't think that was possible, but I guess it is! Since there was traffic, we had to wait an extra 30 minutes in the car because we all had to get off at the Sharon exit and then get back onto the interstate. They closed off the bridge near Sharon because I guess a big mack truck accidentally dropped a boulder off the bridge, damaging the guardrail and landing on the ground below. Luckily, no one was injured. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;After that little detour, we arrived at our destination, the McDonalds in White River Junction (we had to drop off one of our friends there). I was dropped off at my house, and I immediately went downstairs to my bed. I dropped my bag, and I leaped onto my bed. MY BED WAS SOOOOO COMFORTABLE!!! I have no idea how I survived a month and half without it! I mean, it felt like I was lying on a cloud. It was that comfortable! (Yea, I've lied on a cloud before haha). I didn't want to move from that spot, but I had to. We got movies that night, and I just pretty much spent friday night with my family. I also met my kitten that my parents got after I left for college. She was so cute! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Saturday, I pretty much went to some high school games that my friends were in. I saw a lot of my underclassmen friends this day and got a lot of hugs! It was nice. The only thing I didn't like about going to the games was that it was really awkward. I'm not in high school anymore, and even though I was there just last year, it didn't feel like it was my old school. I felt out of place and didn't feel like I belonged anymore. Oh well! I hated high school anyway.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sunday, I had to wake up realllllyyy early to get a flu shot and breakfast with my parents. It was nice, but I just wanted to sleep. I eventually did when we got home. Around 5:30 pm, I got onto the bus and headed back up here to study for my midterm. It was an amazing weekend, and I can't wait for Thanksgiving. Let's just say, I'm counting the days until I go back home!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-aujwat6&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2129183578644784350-3519649557030369429?l=indigosquirt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://indigosquirt.blogspot.com/feeds/3519649557030369429/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2129183578644784350&amp;postID=3519649557030369429' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2129183578644784350/posts/default/3519649557030369429'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2129183578644784350/posts/default/3519649557030369429'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://indigosquirt.blogspot.com/2008/10/amazing-weekend.html' title='Amazing Weekend!!'/><author><name>aujwat6</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16477510319481922506</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2129183578644784350.post-3507633635537965756</id><published>2008-10-23T10:16:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-10-23T10:45:26.474-04:00</updated><title type='text'>What I Got Out Of Understanding</title><content type='html'>This week, for our assigned blog entries, we had the choice of whether to comment on Ben Peek's journal entries or figure out what the blog entry "UNDERSTANDING" meant to us. Personally, I like analyzing stuff, so I decided to comment on the "UNDERSTANDING" blog. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;For those of you who don't know, the "UNDERSTANDING" blog wasn't a written piece but a picture of Ben Peek's eyes (I'm guessing it was Ben's eyes). What I gathered from this picture was that first of all, he's very sad and probably hasn't been getting a lot of sleep because of the bags under his eyes. This picture was most likely made after G died, and was a representation of what Ben was feeling at that time. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Why he titled the blog entry UNDERSTANDING, is a more complicated matter. I think he titled this the way he did because he finally came to the realization that what happened, really happened. In his blog entry,"Urinal. Personal Diary Entry, October 12th" he mentions that whenever he looks into the mirror in the morning and shaves, he hopes that all the bad things that happened to him the night before will all be cut away. I think that the picture in "UNDERSTANDING" is him looking into the mirror after he shaved. He realizes that shaving, this time, will not cut away what happened, and in turn, he understands that she will not be coming back. This is why he's sad in this picture. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The next blog entry "UNDERSTANDING," is another picture of him, but this time, he's in his bed looking next to himself where G probably slept. This is another representation of his understanding that G is gone forever and won't be coming back. Everything that happened to him was real, and he can't take any of it back. Her future was decided for her that night.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-aujwat6&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2129183578644784350-3507633635537965756?l=indigosquirt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://indigosquirt.blogspot.com/feeds/3507633635537965756/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2129183578644784350&amp;postID=3507633635537965756' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2129183578644784350/posts/default/3507633635537965756'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2129183578644784350/posts/default/3507633635537965756'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://indigosquirt.blogspot.com/2008/10/what-i-got-out-of-understanding.html' title='What I Got Out Of Understanding'/><author><name>aujwat6</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16477510319481922506</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2129183578644784350.post-4647983594431927326</id><published>2008-10-21T00:07:00.005-04:00</published><updated>2008-10-21T12:07:59.985-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Corn Maizes</title><content type='html'>So this weekend (as you can probably tell by the amount that i have been blogging) was quite and eventful one. My friends Aftyn and Chelsea came up for a few days, and boy did we have a blast.We went out to eat friday night at American Flatbread, which is really a neat place to eat. They make your pizzas (flatbreads) right in front of you with lots of fresh ingredients and bake them in the brick oven which radiates heat and the aroma of freshly made food into the restaurant. I have to say that I plan on going back there in the winter because it will be so warm , and also because it is so tasty.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then later that night, a few of our friends from St. Mike's came over to UVM friday night and we had a mini jam session in our game room. We also started a game of "book ball" which is VERY much like ping pong except for the fact that we didn't have any paddles because we couldn't rent any equipment past 11pm.&lt;br /&gt;Saturday we woke up had a nice hearty breakfast at simpson and decided to go on a corn maze adventure. I had found a newspaper ad about a 3 mile long cornmaze in colchester! I WAS SO EXCITED ( mostly because i am a child at heart and love stuff like cornmazes and apples picking, etc.) So I invited a few of my other friends to tag along. We had a few cars full and set off in our separate ways ( they had to pick up the st mikes kids) to the maze.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rv30o3yS400/SP359wssIGI/AAAAAAAAABU/oKsZkZVKjkg/s1600-h/cornmazemap.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rv30o3yS400/SP359wssIGI/AAAAAAAAABU/oKsZkZVKjkg/s200/cornmazemap.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5259634779278286946" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Unfortunately my friend Kelsey and I did not have a handy dandy GPS system like Aftyn &amp; Chelsea, instead we were relying on MapQuest directions that I had printed off earlier that day. Which we all know that MApQuest is perhaps one of the most UNRELIABLE sources of directions and usually has you running around the town in circles. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, ends up that the trip that was supposed to take 12minutes, turned out to take us about 1 hour and 12 minutes to get there. we got lost about 46541685165 times and kept having to stop and ask for directions. &lt;br /&gt;The maze was absolutely ridiculous not only because it was 3miles long but because it was made up of three different shapes ( A frankenstein, bat&amp;moon and dracula). I was the "official navigator" (mostly because i knew how to read the map). There were 12 spots in the maze, and at each station was a different hole punch. I pretty much made it my goal to get all of the punches, but failed when I had three left because I was super hungry !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rv30o3yS400/SP37IUkOmuI/AAAAAAAAABc/LexD1lc3pew/s1600-h/cornmazepunch.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rv30o3yS400/SP37IUkOmuI/AAAAAAAAABc/LexD1lc3pew/s200/cornmazepunch.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5259636060216793826" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But in the end we finally got there and had a blast getting lost and finding our way through the maze.&lt;br /&gt;_charlotte snowe&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2129183578644784350-4647983594431927326?l=indigosquirt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://indigosquirt.blogspot.com/feeds/4647983594431927326/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2129183578644784350&amp;postID=4647983594431927326' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2129183578644784350/posts/default/4647983594431927326'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2129183578644784350/posts/default/4647983594431927326'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://indigosquirt.blogspot.com/2008/10/corn-maizes.html' title='Corn Maizes'/><author><name>charlotte snowe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01145241335198122895</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rv30o3yS400/SiVGZeCMRnI/AAAAAAAAADo/zTYl79OSFmQ/S220/trueself.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rv30o3yS400/SP359wssIGI/AAAAAAAAABU/oKsZkZVKjkg/s72-c/cornmazemap.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2129183578644784350.post-5137632523758292633</id><published>2008-10-19T12:18:00.006-04:00</published><updated>2008-10-20T11:04:43.868-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Knocked.Out.</title><content type='html'>ARE YOU READY TO BRAWLLLLLL!?!?!?!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The announcers voice rang loud and clear over the microphone, as Rob and I waited anxiously for the fight to start.&lt;br /&gt;Last night I went to the &lt;a href="http://www.revolutionfighters.com/"&gt;Burlington Brawl III&lt;/a&gt;, at the Flynn Memorial Auditorium, and &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;WOW&lt;/span&gt; was it good. &lt;br /&gt;Now you may be thinking to yourself, why would a girl like myself, enjoy watching grown men beat the crap out of each other? And to tell you the truth, I'm not really sure. Perhaps its the energy of the crowd, or the pure adrenaline rush that comes from it. I was introduced by the sport to one of my friends back home who is actually a Mixed Martial Arts Fighter. (Here's his first fight, about a year ago in mass):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/XMfTMj38KPU&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/XMfTMj38KPU&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The venue at Flynn was great! For our $25 seats, we sat in the middle of the third row of the balcony and had a perfect birds eye view of the fight.&lt;br /&gt;Now if you don't know how the ufc fights work, here's how it goes:&lt;br /&gt;1. They divide the fights up by weight class (i.e. feather weight, felterweight, heavy weight, etc.,) Alot like wrestling does.&lt;br /&gt;2. Then they match theses guys up, and they fight. Fighters are interesting to watch because everyone has there own style and background. Some are boxers, wrestlers, muai thai, karate, kenpo, jujitsu and so on. Some have more of a ground game rather than and standing game. It makes it all very interesting to see what they try and pull on each other.  &lt;br /&gt;3. It's also really funny to hear the people in the audience ( who obviously have no idea what they are talking about) scream "pointers" to the fighters. (i.e. c'mon knee him, left , right, left, right!, etc.,)&lt;br /&gt;4. Winners are determined by either knock outs (which are rare), submissions ( where the other guy taps out)or by points if they exceed the time limit(they can gain for reversals and strikes). Once they have a winner, they will fight again at the end of the night for either the title or to be determined the winner of their weight class. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The fighters were really good, at this match. I always like to hear the music that they choose to come into the ring to. There was a lot of screamo angry music, which really seemed to hurt my ears than get my adrenaline pumping. There were a few that were really neat though, one guy came out to the part of 300 where Leonidas screams to the spatans : Tonight we dine in HELL! (&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/TeNGVS2T_Rk&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/TeNGVS2T_Rk&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt; i thought that was a sweet idea), another man came out to Linkin Park's &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Bleed it out.&lt;/span&gt;, and one guy even came out to the Music from &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Star Wars: The Empire Strikes Back&lt;/span&gt; ( he also had his younger brother dressed up and carrying a red light saber).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rob and kept betting on who we thought would win the match when the guys came on to the mat, i must say that we were pretty accurate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The first fight drew blood and really got the crowd going, although i would have to say that the second fight was probably the second best fight of the night:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/dNhWOjyjg1g&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/dNhWOjyjg1g&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wasnt able to get the best fight of the night, because i guess i wasnt even supposed to be taking videos in the first places. But some security guard came over and asked me to put my camera away :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope that there are more to come, I will defintely be going back to see more!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;_charlotte snowe&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2129183578644784350-5137632523758292633?l=indigosquirt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://indigosquirt.blogspot.com/feeds/5137632523758292633/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2129183578644784350&amp;postID=5137632523758292633' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2129183578644784350/posts/default/5137632523758292633'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2129183578644784350/posts/default/5137632523758292633'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://indigosquirt.blogspot.com/2008/10/knockedout.html' title='Knocked.Out.'/><author><name>charlotte snowe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01145241335198122895</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rv30o3yS400/SiVGZeCMRnI/AAAAAAAAADo/zTYl79OSFmQ/S220/trueself.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2129183578644784350.post-4468191034679737991</id><published>2008-10-16T09:46:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-10-16T10:21:18.504-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Toilet Paper and Small Stalls</title><content type='html'>You can probably guess by my title that I have absolutely no clue what to blog about right now. Unfortunately, I need one more blog, so I'm forced to write about something that I don't exactly want to talk about. Here it goes!&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Have you ever been annoyed by bathroom stalls being to small? Or have you gone into a bathroom where there is no toilet paper to wipe your ass with? I don't know about you, but I have!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sometimes, when I go my Art History class, I have to go to the bathroom. The first time I ever went to the bathroom in Williams, the first thing I said to myself was I hate small stalls! I hate going into a bathroom and being taller than the walls dividing the toilets. When I stand up, I can see the other person going to the bathroom. How is that going to conceal my bum? And then, there's that awkward time where both people stand up at the same time and look at each other after both of them went to the bathroom. It's soooooo awkward! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;One of my biggest pet peeves is going into a bathroom and finding no toilet paper on the holder. I absolutely hate it!! At home, it was the worst because whenever my dad finished the end of the roll, he never refilled it. I don't know why he couldn't just walk two feet over to our closet, bend over, get a roll of toilet paper, and put it on the holder. It's not that hard! So, whenever he finished the roll and I entered the bathroom behind him, which was ALWAYS, I would never have any toilet paper. And of course I wouldn't notice that the holder was empty until I had finished going to the bathroom. Then, I'm in a dilemma, and I have to figure out how to get over to the closet without making a mess of things. Believe me, it's not pretty. Another thing I hate is allllwwwwaaayyyyssss refilling the toilet paper holder. I don't mind doing it once in awhile, but every time? No! I'm not going to do that! Because my father never refilled the holder, I pretty much always had to refill it with new sheets of toilet paper. It sucked! Coming to college, I thought that I finally wouldn't have to refill the holder anymore because the cleaning ladies would, but I was wrong. Because I'm in a suite, we have to clean our bathroom AND refill our toilet paper and paper towels. And guess who refills the bathroom with new toilet paper and puts them on the holder? ME! Gosh, I hate my luck!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2129183578644784350-4468191034679737991?l=indigosquirt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://indigosquirt.blogspot.com/feeds/4468191034679737991/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2129183578644784350&amp;postID=4468191034679737991' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2129183578644784350/posts/default/4468191034679737991'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2129183578644784350/posts/default/4468191034679737991'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://indigosquirt.blogspot.com/2008/10/toilet-paper-and-small-stalls.html' title='Toilet Paper and Small Stalls'/><author><name>aujwat6</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16477510319481922506</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2129183578644784350.post-3038883047448589692</id><published>2008-10-15T22:41:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2008-10-15T22:46:39.446-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Hey Sarah Palin......</title><content type='html'>So this is for all you anti-sarah palin fans...&lt;br /&gt;(horribly sung by two random americans...but doesn't that just make it better?)&lt;br /&gt;haha, anyways if you know the song "Hey there Delilah" by The Plain White T's it's sung to the same tune.&lt;br /&gt;I am happy to say I watched this and had tears streaming down my face. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/7DIc8jdra0o&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/7DIc8jdra0o&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh and they also did one to "Bubbly" by Colbie Callait....&lt;br /&gt;HILARIOUS!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/8gQdCHDuags&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/8gQdCHDuags&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;_charlotte snowe&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2129183578644784350-3038883047448589692?l=indigosquirt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://indigosquirt.blogspot.com/feeds/3038883047448589692/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2129183578644784350&amp;postID=3038883047448589692' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2129183578644784350/posts/default/3038883047448589692'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2129183578644784350/posts/default/3038883047448589692'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://indigosquirt.blogspot.com/2008/10/hey-sarah-palin.html' title='Hey Sarah Palin......'/><author><name>charlotte snowe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01145241335198122895</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rv30o3yS400/SiVGZeCMRnI/AAAAAAAAADo/zTYl79OSFmQ/S220/trueself.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2129183578644784350.post-9000101242213199356</id><published>2008-10-15T18:31:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2008-10-15T19:47:28.423-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Flavor of the Week: Vermont</title><content type='html'>So tonight I heard my roomates talking about tasting vermont. Turns out that the Simspon Dining Hall which is conviently located across the lawn from my dorm. So we ventured down, and I am SO glad that we did. &lt;br /&gt;We walked through the door ( where jesse was swiping ID cards like a mad man) to see little carts of various vermont goodies all over the dining hall. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I made a bee line straight for the cider ( i love cider, i seriously think i could drink it all day every day). &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I then moved on to the &lt;a href="http://www.cabotcheese.com/"&gt;Cabot Cheese&lt;/a&gt; table, lets just face it ( other than vegans and those poor unfortunate lactose intolerant folks) who doesn't like cheese?!? There was everything from cheddar to pepper jack.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then I ( after getting ANOTHER cup of cider) ventured into the dining food line, there was meat pie (YUCK, not my fav), Ham and cheddar grilled cheese ( meh..) and then the grand daddy of them all... butternut squash, maple smoked turkey, zucchini and summer squash, and stuffed tomatoes. Let's just say I think that I just inhaled the best dinner at the dining hall. EVER.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And just to add the best dinner of my life at UVM thus far, there was dessert. There was gingerbread spice cake drizzled with maple syrup and whipped cream, baked whole apples filled with brown sugar and rasins, and some cakey thing. However, I was super psyched to see the mini containers of &lt;a href="http://www.benjerry.com/features/pumpkin_cheesecake/"&gt;Ben &amp; Jerry's ice cream&lt;/a&gt; ( of course I gnabbed two for my dorm!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There was even a &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=TfclB-ejF7U"&gt;smoothie making bike contraption&lt;/a&gt; that made chocolate banana and vanilla banana soy smoothies. I have decided that I want to add one onto the back of my bike, I mean think about it. Who wouldn't want one? You could bike to your place of interest and when you got there, BAM! a nice fresh smoothie that you could suck down! NICE!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;_charlotte snowe&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2129183578644784350-9000101242213199356?l=indigosquirt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://indigosquirt.blogspot.com/feeds/9000101242213199356/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2129183578644784350&amp;postID=9000101242213199356' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2129183578644784350/posts/default/9000101242213199356'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2129183578644784350/posts/default/9000101242213199356'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://indigosquirt.blogspot.com/2008/10/flavor-of-week-vermont.html' title='Flavor of the Week: Vermont'/><author><name>charlotte snowe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01145241335198122895</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rv30o3yS400/SiVGZeCMRnI/AAAAAAAAADo/zTYl79OSFmQ/S220/trueself.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2129183578644784350.post-178686663420213521</id><published>2008-10-15T10:42:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2008-10-15T11:28:34.323-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Crazy Things You Find on Youtube</title><content type='html'>Awhile back, my friend gave me this video to watch because she thought I would like it (she has a funny sense of humor). Of course, I was scared to watch it because I didn't know what to expect (turns out I had the right to be). I mean, even the title scared me off: Pure Sugar- Delicious. What the hell is that? Is this some sort of scary porn video? Even though I knew I shouldn't watch the video, I had to fuel my curiosity. So, I clicked on the link and began to watch it: &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=DL8ohreFLJg"&gt;Pure Sugar- Delicious &lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(85, 26, 139); text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;(Sorry guys! I can't embed the video onto my blog post!)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"............... What the !@#$? What did I just watch?", were the first things that came to mind after I finished viewing this video. I had no idea why anyone would EVER make a video like that!! And why would MTV actually show this thing on television? I for one am very glad that I was really young in the nineties and didn't have to watch this!  I would have been embarrassed if my favorite music channel played this as one of there songs! I thought the nineties were all about garage bands and flannel shirts? Maybe I'm getting my years mixed up....I don't know.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;What was going on with the midget in the first scene? Who comes up with the idea to dress him in a yellow suit and persuade the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;blonde&lt;/span&gt; girl to eat his "magical" candy? And what kind of a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;dumbass&lt;/span&gt; would take the candy and actually eat it? &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;C'mon&lt;/span&gt;! Haven't you been taught to never take candy from strangers? I don't know about you but if a midget dressed in a yellow suit asked me to eat his candy, I definitely wouldn't! And what was up with that &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;blonde&lt;/span&gt; girl dancing for the old man with lollipops on his head? What the.......? Talk about a real creeper! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I shouldn't have clicked that link!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2129183578644784350-178686663420213521?l=indigosquirt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://indigosquirt.blogspot.com/feeds/178686663420213521/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2129183578644784350&amp;postID=178686663420213521' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2129183578644784350/posts/default/178686663420213521'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2129183578644784350/posts/default/178686663420213521'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://indigosquirt.blogspot.com/2008/10/crazy-things-you-find-on-youtube.html' title='Crazy Things You Find on Youtube'/><author><name>aujwat6</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16477510319481922506</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2129183578644784350.post-3513350335798630868</id><published>2008-10-14T22:39:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-10-14T23:53:49.191-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Sexual Ben Peeks</title><content type='html'>When I finished reading A-M in our assigned book, I was confused to as where this story was going. From what I gathered, I felt like Ben Peeks was extremely sexual in a creepy old man kind of way. He drew genitals on the demons in hell and the cherubs in heaven and his whole chapter L was pretty much about sex. The entries where he mentioned tutoring a bisexual 13 year old were just over the top. I mean, they weren't graphic in any way, I just felt like it was an odd detail to mention. First of all, why would a 13 year old tell her teacher that she was bisexual? And furthermore, how could a 13 year old know that she was bisexual at that age? That's way too young in my opinion. I know she needed someone to talk to, but that is not something you say to your teacher. By saying to your teacher that you are bisexual, it means that you have already had experience and, not to be stereotypical, must be wild. No offense, but some males would die to have a girlfriend who was into male and females. And because Ben Peeks is very sex craved, in my opinion, I think that mention of bisexuality would jump-start his hormones. Maybe I'm blowing everything out of proportion, who knows? &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Another thing about this subject is that I don't particularly think a teacher and a student should have this close of a relationship. I know teachers CAN have this close of a relationship and have nothing happen, but most of the times, that doesn't happen. Whenever I think of a student getting close to a teacher, I think that something bad is going to happen. I don't know how many times I have heard on the news that a teacher was charged for having sex with his/her student. It's no wonder Ben's colleagues were worried when they found out he was tutoring a young girl!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Because of these factors, I'm guessing that Ben had sex with this 13 year old girl. In chapter L, he mentioned several instances where a man was attracted to a younger girl, i.e. Lewis Carroll, himself, and even mentioned the name for a girl who was sexually active at a young age. He also mentioned that there was porn out there that depicted young girls having sex with older men and even gave us the name of a 15 year old pornstar. If this is his autobiography than these entries MUST have a meaning. I don't think they're random stuff he decided to put it his blog, but actually an inside to what really happened with this 13 year old girl. Of course, I could be wrong. Maybe he's telling this from an observant perspective. Maybe she had a relationship with an older man before and Ben was just merely describing her experience. Maybe Ben caught another teacher having sex with her. I don't know the answer. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;When we were talking about the Leave entry in class today, I thought that that was the word Ben said in his head while he was having sex with the 13 year old. Maybe he said Leave to himself because he really didn't want to have sex with her and knew he shouldn't be doing this. Another thing that made me think that this was the case was the entry on the next page called Molestation. He mentioned that the girl who was "molested" was very young. I hate to think of this but maybe he molested her, and while he was doing this, said to himself Leave but didn't. I hope this isn't the case!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2129183578644784350-3513350335798630868?l=indigosquirt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://indigosquirt.blogspot.com/feeds/3513350335798630868/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2129183578644784350&amp;postID=3513350335798630868' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2129183578644784350/posts/default/3513350335798630868'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2129183578644784350/posts/default/3513350335798630868'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://indigosquirt.blogspot.com/2008/10/sexual-ben-peeks.html' title='Sexual Ben Peeks'/><author><name>aujwat6</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16477510319481922506</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2129183578644784350.post-2119469491867637784</id><published>2008-10-14T14:00:00.009-04:00</published><updated>2008-10-14T14:46:33.700-04:00</updated><title type='text'>[twenty6 lies]</title><content type='html'>So after reading A through M in the book &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Twenty Six Lies/ One Truth&lt;/span&gt; By Ben Peek, I am still sort confused.  Does this book have point to it other than random rants? And why is it written to look like a dictionary ( which i like, it seems to make it a faster read). I mean it wasn't a hard read, but it really didn't have a plot or meaning to the story.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was incredibly entertaining though. All the points that were brought up, seem like they could have been taken from our Campus' paper, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The Water Tower&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love that it's written and from the view point of an Australian. I've always sort of wished I was Australian (partially because I am highly jealous of my friend from Queensland that I've been "pen-pal"ing with since I was 8). I mean think about it, they have the Australian outback as their back yard, ayers rock, opal mines, aborigines, the great barrier reef (where scuba diving must be amazing), kangaroos, wallabies, echidnas, emus and they are closer to the orient and asia than we are. Not to mention the warm weather all year round, fantastic surfing oppportunities and super cool accents! They can also hop to New Zealand conviently where there are four different seasons all year round ( not all in the same location, that would be highly impossible). You could be surfing in the northern half of NZ and then travel to the southern moutains and go snowboarding....IN THE SAME DAY!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, aside from my personal tangent.....I really liked the sarcasm of the novel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Perhaps a few of my favorite phrases were:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;I don't like organised religion. I don't like the goals of organised religion. I don't like organisations, actually, but a room full of people who believe the same thing and who're trying to save their souls just gives me the shits. Inevitably they're going to think my soul needs saving, and my soul is just fine.&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I find this to be extremely true, in that when ever I wander into a church or by some one who is publicly broadcasting religion trying to attract potential followers, it freaks me out. I always feel like they feel the need to "save my soul" in the process of "saving their own." As far as I am concerned, thus far I haven't been involved with any one definite religion and I seem to be doing just fine thankyou. Note* Now I'm not trying to dis anyone if they are incredibly religious or religious at all, I'm just saying I'm not, So please don't bombard me with packets on my way to class. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;You can bring about world peace?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We'll cancel the cable channels.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;What?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The problem is clearly that we watch the news.&lt;br /&gt;I mean if we didn't watch the news we'd never know about this shit. So we'll cancel the cable. We've kill the net. We'll even toss the TV out the window. We'll throw it at a cripple. One of them with the metal crutches. We'll take him out and then steal his crutches and have sword fights.&lt;br /&gt;Come on you know you want it. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;You're such an idiot&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This just made me crack up for some sadistic reason. I don believe that alot of what we watch on tv does affect us ( and at times I do feel like throwing my tv out of the window). The last part is just so random and I can just picture some cruel individual stealing a crippple's cructhes and running off to sword fight with them. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also found a quote that I live my life to and aspire to continue to in the future.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;I &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;don't &lt;/span&gt; want to waste my life doing something that means absolutely nothing to me.&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seriously. Think about it. Whenever I see something like this all I can think of is &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;OfficeSpace&lt;/span&gt;. Makes me really NOT want to work in a cubicle or any corporate job, EVER. period.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/FfY2qIsFxio&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/FfY2qIsFxio&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Charlotte Snowe (I figured I would go back and change this on all my posts, so that you know who has posted what because I still can't figure out the html code to insert that stuff)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2129183578644784350-2119469491867637784?l=indigosquirt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://indigosquirt.blogspot.com/feeds/2119469491867637784/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2129183578644784350&amp;postID=2119469491867637784' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2129183578644784350/posts/default/2119469491867637784'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2129183578644784350/posts/default/2119469491867637784'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://indigosquirt.blogspot.com/2008/10/twenty6-lies.html' title='[twenty6 lies]'/><author><name>charlotte snowe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01145241335198122895</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rv30o3yS400/SiVGZeCMRnI/AAAAAAAAADo/zTYl79OSFmQ/S220/trueself.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2129183578644784350.post-6089981722460327759</id><published>2008-10-09T13:27:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-10-09T14:05:25.060-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Inanimate Alice</title><content type='html'>Wow....is pretty much all I have to say about this assignment. I thought that this was very well done, but it was a little too long for my taste. The first three episodes were fine, I didn't get anxious as much to end the stories, but the last episode was horrible! I mean, it was amazing how they incorporated a way for us to interact with the story, but it just dragged on. I didn't even play the game for the last one because I wanted it to end! And I wanted to but I didn't have great luck with the Russian game. Maybe I would have liked it better if I didn't have anything to do and was bored out of my mind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Out of all of the episodes, my favorite was the Italy one. I loved the scenery, mainly. I loved how snow was falling all over the place, and I really loved their house! When Alice turned towards her tv, I realized that that is exactly how I wanted my house to look like when I had enough money to make one. I loved the white couches and the fireplace because it just made me feel cozy and warm inside. The thing I didn't like about this episode was how stupid Alice was to go out in snow storm. What the hell was she thinking!? She was already safe in her house and her parents were coming home soon, so why did she feel like she had to do this? And doesn't she have a sitter or something? I know she was supposed to wait at her school, but I still think they should have one at the house.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While I was watching these episodes, it reminded me of my friend whose dad goes all over the world to work as well. The scary thing is is that his name is also John. The only difference is that my friend doesn't go with him, but visits him from time to time. Craaazzzyyyyy........&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Overall, I thought that these stories were really cool and the interaction part drew me in, but the time was too much for me. If the creators limit each episode to maybe fifteen minutes or so, I think that it would be more enjoyable to viewers. I mean, after fifteen minutes, people start getting bored and can't stand to stay and watch. I know that happens to me a lot.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2129183578644784350-6089981722460327759?l=indigosquirt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://indigosquirt.blogspot.com/feeds/6089981722460327759/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2129183578644784350&amp;postID=6089981722460327759' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2129183578644784350/posts/default/6089981722460327759'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2129183578644784350/posts/default/6089981722460327759'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://indigosquirt.blogspot.com/2008/10/inanimate-alice.html' title='Inanimate Alice'/><author><name>aujwat6</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16477510319481922506</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2129183578644784350.post-441133925341839755</id><published>2008-10-09T11:25:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-10-14T14:47:37.058-04:00</updated><title type='text'>alice needs a babysitter...</title><content type='html'>ok so i just finished watching &lt;a href="http://www.inanimatealice.com/index.html"&gt;"Inanimate Alice"&lt;/a&gt;, all 4 of them.&lt;br /&gt;And it just seems to me like this girl needs a babysitter or a GPS chip in her parents. She's always losing them, because she's too busy playing her little game and falling in love with her invisible friend Brad. I know she's barely in middle school and probably has trouble making her own dinner in the microwave, but come on!&lt;br /&gt;If I had to pick one that I liked the best it would probably be the one called "Russia", because you can play a game by catching (...or droppping ) the stackable russian dolls.&lt;br /&gt;As you can tell, I wasn't too big of a fan of these stories.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Charlotte Snowe&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2129183578644784350-441133925341839755?l=indigosquirt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://indigosquirt.blogspot.com/feeds/441133925341839755/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2129183578644784350&amp;postID=441133925341839755' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2129183578644784350/posts/default/441133925341839755'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2129183578644784350/posts/default/441133925341839755'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://indigosquirt.blogspot.com/2008/10/alice-needs-babysitter.html' title='alice needs a babysitter...'/><author><name>charlotte snowe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01145241335198122895</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rv30o3yS400/SiVGZeCMRnI/AAAAAAAAADo/zTYl79OSFmQ/S220/trueself.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2129183578644784350.post-3078122851870158125</id><published>2008-10-07T15:11:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-10-07T15:46:51.764-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Ben"s Digital Story</title><content type='html'>&lt;object 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title='Ben&quot;s Digital Story'/><author><name>BennyBoy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09286806739862980238</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_96sj6LO2zTc/SMQgtPQ9mSI/AAAAAAAAAAY/4RBrlfeGhBY/S220/Death_Knight.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2129183578644784350.post-2112560191552714717</id><published>2008-10-06T18:30:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-10-14T14:47:54.626-04:00</updated><title type='text'>i n k</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rv30o3yS400/SOqXL3Dh9nI/AAAAAAAAABM/Cime9eaBEJA/s1600-h/mytat.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rv30o3yS400/SOqXL3Dh9nI/AAAAAAAAABM/Cime9eaBEJA/s200/mytat.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5254178145294218866" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I told myself that when I got my first work study paycheck that I would put it toward something fun. I have been wanting a tattoo for a really long time ( for the last 3 years), so I began sketching it out over the last month. I knew that I wanted a monarch butterfly and my sister's name around it. &lt;br /&gt;So this weekend I was walking around town with some fellow parentless UVMers, when one of my friends mentioned that she wanted to get her tattoo touched up. So I told her about this great place that I had been checking out. She asked me if I wanted to go with her and get mine done while hers was touched up. I jumped at the chance! It was sort of a spur of the moment decision, but I couldn't wait. &lt;br /&gt;So there I was in the lobby waiting anxiously with my two floormates. I was so nervous but excited after having watched Inked, Miami Ink and LA Ink religiously over the summer. My tattoo artist came out sketch in hand, it looked amazing!&lt;br /&gt;I sat down in the chair and could hear the buzzing of the needle. Then I felt the needle against my skin, and at first, ill admit, it felt like someone was dragging an Exacto knife across my shoulder. But then after a while i got used to the odd feeling of the pulsating needle and it felt sort of relaxing in a sense. &lt;br /&gt;Any ways, I am really glad that I got it. It means alot to me, because it symbolizes my sister who passed away when I was 11. My family and I remember her by a monarch butterfly, because thats the animal we saw the day she passed. And the funny thing is that everyday I have been up at UVM, I see one whenever I am walking to class.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Charlotte Snowe&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2129183578644784350-2112560191552714717?l=indigosquirt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://indigosquirt.blogspot.com/feeds/2112560191552714717/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2129183578644784350&amp;postID=2112560191552714717' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2129183578644784350/posts/default/2112560191552714717'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2129183578644784350/posts/default/2112560191552714717'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://indigosquirt.blogspot.com/2008/10/i-n-k.html' title='i n k'/><author><name>charlotte snowe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01145241335198122895</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rv30o3yS400/SiVGZeCMRnI/AAAAAAAAADo/zTYl79OSFmQ/S220/trueself.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rv30o3yS400/SOqXL3Dh9nI/AAAAAAAAABM/Cime9eaBEJA/s72-c/mytat.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2129183578644784350.post-6966777922367191799</id><published>2008-10-05T23:49:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-10-14T14:48:15.637-04:00</updated><title type='text'>A Parent-less Parents' Weekend</title><content type='html'>So this weekend was parents' weekend and mine weren't coming. My roomate Leanne was going home for the weekend, and my other roomate Emily was staying at the hotel with her mom for the weekend. So I had the room to myself. Cool right? Yeah, it was for the first day, but then I started to look around my dorm and realized that EVERYONE had left. It was really awkwardly quiet. So I decided to go out and about and get some stuff done. I redecorated, walked in the homecoming parade, and found a few other kids that were alone too. We sort of stuck together for the weekend. &lt;br /&gt;We had several movie nights and went out on the town. Which was swamped by EVERYONE and their parents. But all in all it was fun! &lt;br /&gt;Now just so you dont think that my parents are cruel and don't love me. The reason they did not come up is because I am going home on friday this week. So we both figured that I could wait another week to see them and save on gas too. I am going home this weekend for my martial art studios annual dinner dance awards ( where we eat, dance, sing and have lots of fun!)I am super excited and can't wait to see everyone. &lt;br /&gt;I 'm going to Uconn to see my friends that go there, stocking up on jewelry making supplies for the holiday season (there will be posts with my stuff if youre interested!) and of course laying down in my own bed, eating a home cooked meal and playing with my cats ( that i miss terribly)&lt;br /&gt;I'm also bringing my neighbor down to CT with me so she can go see her friends, so its sort of like a mini road trip :)&lt;br /&gt;Should be a fun trip!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Charlotte Snowe&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2129183578644784350-6966777922367191799?l=indigosquirt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://indigosquirt.blogspot.com/feeds/6966777922367191799/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2129183578644784350&amp;postID=6966777922367191799' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2129183578644784350/posts/default/6966777922367191799'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2129183578644784350/posts/default/6966777922367191799'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://indigosquirt.blogspot.com/2008/10/parent-less-parents-weekend.html' title='A Parent-less Parents&apos; Weekend'/><author><name>charlotte snowe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01145241335198122895</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rv30o3yS400/SiVGZeCMRnI/AAAAAAAAADo/zTYl79OSFmQ/S220/trueself.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2129183578644784350.post-3266454539620331507</id><published>2008-10-02T19:59:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-10-02T20:18:15.332-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Parent's Weekend</title><content type='html'>As you all know, Parent's Week is this week, and let me just say, I am soo excited! Even though I saw my parents the second week we were here, I still really want to see them! And besides, they're bringing me up my favorite Peanut Butter Pie as a treat. I can't wait!&lt;div&gt;Another thing I can't wait for is actually spending time with them, going out to dinner with their money (even though my CatScratch is their money, I still feel like I'm spending mine), and having them buy me more supplies that I have already ran out of. Above all, I can't wait to receive a mom and dad hug! I have been waiting for one of those since I last saw them, and I can't wait any longer!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Speaking of parents, another thing I can't wait for is Thanksgiving. I can't wait until I walk into my house, go downstairs, and jump on my bed. I miss my bed so much! It's soooo much more comfortable then my bed here. It's also a lot better to sleep on because I don't toss and turn every hour to get in a comfortable position. And I also don't wake up every night sweaty and have to shove my covers off of me. Most importantly, it's in a room where there's not two other people sharing it with me. And of course, I can't wait to stuff my face with turkey, stuffing, and mashed potatoes and then fall asleep. I can already tell it's going to be a great Thanksgiving.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2129183578644784350-3266454539620331507?l=indigosquirt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://indigosquirt.blogspot.com/feeds/3266454539620331507/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2129183578644784350&amp;postID=3266454539620331507' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2129183578644784350/posts/default/3266454539620331507'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2129183578644784350/posts/default/3266454539620331507'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://indigosquirt.blogspot.com/2008/10/parents-weekend.html' title='Parent&apos;s Weekend'/><author><name>aujwat6</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16477510319481922506</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2129183578644784350.post-9083164189537431110</id><published>2008-10-02T19:38:00.005-04:00</published><updated>2008-10-02T20:59:42.067-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Finishing Touches....</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;Yes, I'm finally done with my digital story!! Whohoo! Everything is included now, i.e voice-over, and it's ready for your comments! I didn't add anything new or drop anything so hopefully everything will okay. This isn't exactly how I pictured the end product to be, but I'm happy with it. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-f94f5734b74f4bef" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" 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href='http://indigosquirt.blogspot.com/feeds/9083164189537431110/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2129183578644784350&amp;postID=9083164189537431110' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2129183578644784350/posts/default/9083164189537431110'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2129183578644784350/posts/default/9083164189537431110'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://indigosquirt.blogspot.com/2008/10/finishing-touches.html' title='Finishing Touches....'/><author><name>aujwat6</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16477510319481922506</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2129183578644784350.post-8956659615406302653</id><published>2008-10-02T15:49:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2008-10-14T14:48:48.996-04:00</updated><title type='text'>The Final Product!!!</title><content type='html'>Ten Years in White Pajamas !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alas, I don't sound like myself in this recording I swear it is me!It was sort of odd to sit there using my roomates mac and talk out loud to myself and get all the timing down just right.(whew!)&lt;br /&gt;This is meant to show much I dedicate myself to the martial arts and how I believe that I would not be the same person with out them!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hope you enjoy it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/aAx48gvNypc&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/aAx48gvNypc&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Charlotte Snowe&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2129183578644784350-8956659615406302653?l=indigosquirt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://indigosquirt.blogspot.com/feeds/8956659615406302653/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2129183578644784350&amp;postID=8956659615406302653' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2129183578644784350/posts/default/8956659615406302653'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2129183578644784350/posts/default/8956659615406302653'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://indigosquirt.blogspot.com/2008/10/final-product.html' title='The Final Product!!!'/><author><name>charlotte snowe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01145241335198122895</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rv30o3yS400/SiVGZeCMRnI/AAAAAAAAADo/zTYl79OSFmQ/S220/trueself.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2129183578644784350.post-994484227148257652</id><published>2008-10-02T10:06:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-10-02T10:23:12.406-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Laundry</title><content type='html'>So, today I decided to do my laundry after a long week without jeans. I figured that I would do my laundry after my German class, which ended at 9:15, and thought that everyone would be sleeping, and I wouldn't have a problem putting my laundry in the washer. Anyway, I get all of my stuff ready, clothes/Tide/UVM card, and walk down to the laundry room. As I'm nearing the room, I see two people walking in with HUGE piles of laundry. ARE YOU SERIOUS!? I finally enter the laundry room and see that both of the washers are already taken up. Great! If that wasn't enough, I had to wait for two other people. This just isn't my day! So after I swear a couple of times in my head, I begin thinking, why isn't there more than two washers and two dryers in this place? The people who designed this place must know that there are more than ten people living here! (Note: I live on Trinity campus) I mean, why can't McCann be like Redstone where they have at least 10 washers and dryers in one room? &lt;div&gt;So I was wondering, are there other people having this problem? I feel like every time I go into the laundry room, it's a huge hassle and a long wait just to do two loads of laundry. And another thing, why does the dryer take an hour to dry your clothes? I feel like I have never waited that long for my clothes to dry before. And even then when the hour is up, some of my clothes are still damp! Maybe I need to pay extra for another cycle, but I don't want to do that! Who wants to pay extra and wait an extra hour for your clothes to dry? I know I don't!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2129183578644784350-994484227148257652?l=indigosquirt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://indigosquirt.blogspot.com/feeds/994484227148257652/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2129183578644784350&amp;postID=994484227148257652' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2129183578644784350/posts/default/994484227148257652'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2129183578644784350/posts/default/994484227148257652'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://indigosquirt.blogspot.com/2008/10/laundry.html' title='Laundry'/><author><name>aujwat6</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16477510319481922506</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2129183578644784350.post-501917262430972312</id><published>2008-09-30T16:14:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-10-01T21:45:43.338-04:00</updated><title type='text'>My DS</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="339" height="280" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-bc4cb3fc130e11fe" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v3.nonxt7.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3Dbc4cb3fc130e11fe%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1330180756%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D66A7944B35D1C18DEB1709A4A29D9AECCF0A1F4F.65369A556861BE8A6030A31B1293F8FE9841D5A5%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3Dbc4cb3fc130e11fe%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DQmNpap_7CH7BHuSw9JA6YUGDFmU&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="339" height="280" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v3.nonxt7.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3Dbc4cb3fc130e11fe%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1330180756%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D66A7944B35D1C18DEB1709A4A29D9AECCF0A1F4F.65369A556861BE8A6030A31B1293F8FE9841D5A5%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3Dbc4cb3fc130e11fe%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DQmNpap_7CH7BHuSw9JA6YUGDFmU&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, here's my Digital Story! It's not quite finished yet, but I promise you it will be new and improved shortly.&lt;br /&gt;In this movie, I talk about my best friend who passed away when I was seven years old. You must be wondering, why would you make a story about that, right? Well recently, I was given an article about my best friend, and it made me remember all the memories I talk about in my story. I thought that this could be my tribute to her, like the article was a tribute to her from her sister. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I hope you like it so far!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2129183578644784350-501917262430972312?l=indigosquirt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='enclosure' type='video/mp4' href='http://www.blogger.com/video-play.mp4?contentId=bc4cb3fc130e11fe&amp;type=video%2Fmp4' length='0'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://indigosquirt.blogspot.com/feeds/501917262430972312/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2129183578644784350&amp;postID=501917262430972312' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2129183578644784350/posts/default/501917262430972312'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2129183578644784350/posts/default/501917262430972312'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://indigosquirt.blogspot.com/2008/09/my-ds.html' title='My DS'/><author><name>aujwat6</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16477510319481922506</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2129183578644784350.post-4883237466138668461</id><published>2008-09-30T15:23:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2008-10-14T14:57:17.557-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Vampire Weekend</title><content type='html'>So today on my way to class I had my headphones in as usual and was jammin' out when I made a random connection.&lt;br /&gt;Has anyone else walked on the cement path through U-Heights and seen the writing in chalk? At first I thought that it was a story or project done by an art or english major. It made me think. But then today as I was listening to my Ipod on shuffle while reviewing for Chem, the song "Campus" by Vampire Weekend came on. And the words that I had seen on the path were actually lyrics to that song. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wake up&lt;br /&gt;My shoulder's cold&lt;br /&gt;I've got to leave here&lt;br /&gt;Before I go&lt;br /&gt;I pull my shirt on&lt;br /&gt;Walk out the door&lt;br /&gt;Drag my feet along the floor&lt;br /&gt;Then I see you&lt;br /&gt;You're walking cross the campus&lt;br /&gt;Cruel professor&lt;br /&gt;Studying romances&lt;br /&gt;How am I supposed to pretend&lt;br /&gt;I never want to see you again?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/H47KFAaw1dU&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/H47KFAaw1dU&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hooray for others who have great taste in music! :]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Charlotte Snowe&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2129183578644784350-4883237466138668461?l=indigosquirt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://indigosquirt.blogspot.com/feeds/4883237466138668461/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2129183578644784350&amp;postID=4883237466138668461' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2129183578644784350/posts/default/4883237466138668461'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2129183578644784350/posts/default/4883237466138668461'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://indigosquirt.blogspot.com/2008/09/vampire-weekend.html' title='Vampire Weekend'/><author><name>charlotte snowe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01145241335198122895</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rv30o3yS400/SiVGZeCMRnI/AAAAAAAAADo/zTYl79OSFmQ/S220/trueself.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2129183578644784350.post-288852708516515935</id><published>2008-09-29T17:33:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2008-10-14T14:59:29.253-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Digital Short</title><content type='html'>Ten years in white pajamas. This short film is about my lifelong passion for the martial arts and how it has shaped me into the person that I have become today. It offers a less flashy side of the martial arts, which I really want to convey to people. It's in response to the "Oh, I better not mess with you because you could kick my ass" comment that I usually get when I tell people that I have been training for the last 10years of my life. &lt;br /&gt;Anyways, I hope you enjoy what I have so far. I'll be adding music, effects and voice overs next time in class. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/hp8TkH3qUFw&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/hp8TkH3qUFw&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Charlotte Snowe&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2129183578644784350-288852708516515935?l=indigosquirt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://indigosquirt.blogspot.com/feeds/288852708516515935/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2129183578644784350&amp;postID=288852708516515935' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2129183578644784350/posts/default/288852708516515935'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2129183578644784350/posts/default/288852708516515935'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://indigosquirt.blogspot.com/2008/09/digital-short.html' title='Digital Short'/><author><name>charlotte snowe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01145241335198122895</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rv30o3yS400/SiVGZeCMRnI/AAAAAAAAADo/zTYl79OSFmQ/S220/trueself.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2129183578644784350.post-908664916193802765</id><published>2008-09-28T18:21:00.006-04:00</published><updated>2008-10-14T14:59:48.926-04:00</updated><title type='text'>It's business time!!</title><content type='html'>After a fairly lazy day on Friday, consisting of one 9am class and avoiding the rain, I went out with a bunch of kids from my building to go see &lt;a href="http://barefoottruth.dot5hosting.com/barefoottruth/enter.html"&gt;Barefoot Truth&lt;/a&gt; live in concert. (Trust me when i say that listening to their album does NOT do them justice).&lt;br /&gt;The opening bands- The Sepiatones and Oneside - were alright, until the guy playing the banjo went nuts, then it just sounded like I should have been square dancing. We all kind of looked at each other and weren't really sure what to do while the music was playing. But oh well, it was still fun to dance like an idiot to. We all just didn't seem to care what any one else thought, we wanted to MOVE!&lt;br /&gt;The crowd began to grow bigger and closer to the stage as the moment neared. I was excited for a few reasons: 1. This would be one of the first concerts that I would not get run over by other kids moshing or skanking like idiots in the pit. 2. And because of that I would really get to appreciate the music. 3. BAREFOOT TRUTH was going to play (duh!)&lt;br /&gt;Then the big moment was finally here! Barefoot Truth took the stage! The array of instruments they played was incredible. Just a list to note : lapsteel guitar, bongo drums, cello, bass guitar, digeridoo, keyboard, full on drum set, harmonica, banjo, electric guitar&amp;amp; acoustic guitar. These guys were incredibly talented. I have to say that the $8 I spent on that ticket, were most definitely worth it. I would HIGHLY suggest that if they come up again ( which I have heard they come up quite often) that anyone and everyone go!&lt;br /&gt;As an encore the guys came back on stage, one wearing some sweet plastic sunglasses. They began a slow steady beat, getting the crowd pumped for another set. When out of the blue, they began doing a cover of 'The Flight of the Conchords' song "It's Business Time". At that point I was so stoked, Flight of the Conchords are one of my favorite groups (despite their awkwardness and nonsense songs).&lt;br /&gt;So all in all, Barefoot Truth is just a feel good band and really will bring out the "vermonter" in you ( no matter what your taste in music)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="350"&gt; &lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/-qJpzqRHEuI"&gt; &lt;/param&gt; &lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/-qJpzqRHEuI" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="425" height="350"&gt; &lt;/embed&gt; &lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;_charlotte snowe&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2129183578644784350-908664916193802765?l=indigosquirt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://indigosquirt.blogspot.com/feeds/908664916193802765/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2129183578644784350&amp;postID=908664916193802765' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2129183578644784350/posts/default/908664916193802765'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2129183578644784350/posts/default/908664916193802765'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://indigosquirt.blogspot.com/2008/09/its-business-time.html' title='It&apos;s business time!!'/><author><name>charlotte snowe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01145241335198122895</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rv30o3yS400/SiVGZeCMRnI/AAAAAAAAADo/zTYl79OSFmQ/S220/trueself.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2129183578644784350.post-4952897833795834678</id><published>2008-09-21T20:34:00.006-04:00</published><updated>2008-10-14T15:00:04.432-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Where the hell is the ketchup?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rv30o3yS400/SNb7YdEbjOI/AAAAAAAAAAM/8XTwvv_Fd7o/s1600-h/grill5.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rv30o3yS400/SNb7YdEbjOI/AAAAAAAAAAM/8XTwvv_Fd7o/s320/grill5.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5248658813285534946" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This was the phrase of the night on saturday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;In short, my R.A. and a few of us had been craving to go to the North Beach, so we did.&lt;br /&gt;Originally our plan was to go down in time to see the sunset  which most of knew probably wouldnt end up happening seeing as we were leaving RedStone at 6pm to get there).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;HOWEVER&lt;/span&gt;, we decided to go for it anyways.&lt;br /&gt;We all got on the off-campus bus and headed off to city market for our burgers, buns and chips. Let me just say that City Market it quite a packed store and quite tiny. I've never seen so much food packed into such a tiny store.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;Once we figured all of that out we began the hike to North Beach (which is approx. 2.5 miles from campus). Chips and sodas in hand, we were off. The sun was just beginning to set as we passed the main streets of downtown Burlington. After about a 45 minute walk through some rather sketchy areas of Burlington , Tania's distinct voice rang out " &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;WE'RE HERRREEE!&lt;/span&gt;"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;So (after obtaining permission from the parker rangers) we ventured into the dark, in search of a charcoal grill by the shore. We found one and lit the coals. I have to say it was quite an interesting experience cooking out in the dark, with a charcoal grill, tongs and very little else. One of the kids in my building (who previously worked at a burger joint) was manning the grill and I was his trusty sidekick (using my camera to take pictures of the burgers &amp;amp; hot dogs so we could tell if they were done).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;The group all huddled around the grill anxious for the food to be done. My RA and two friends who were fasting from Ramadaan, were especially hungry. Finding the buns, chips and condiments was quite an adventure in the dark. Thank gosh for cell phone with bright back lights.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rv30o3yS400/SNb74EmelzI/AAAAAAAAAAU/aI8o9bK1WRM/s1600-h/IMG_3677.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rv30o3yS400/SNb74EmelzI/AAAAAAAAAAU/aI8o9bK1WRM/s320/IMG_3677.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5248659356473268018" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;[One girl got very ambitious and decided to go &lt;i&gt; swimming&lt;/i&gt;..yes ... swimming in Lake Champlain in the middle of the night amidst all the cold wind and fact that she could barely see her own hand in front of her face. How she found this "fun" I will never understand. We all secretly believed that she would get eaten by Champ if she had swam out further.]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;After devouring our feast, we decided to go down to the sand (literally six feet away) and play some beach soccer. The feeling of sand between my toes on the shores of Vermont seemed a bit out of place, but was a blast nonetheless. As the clock struck 9pm the security guard came speeding down on his little off-roading golf cart and informed us that the park was closed and that we needed to leave. So we pack up our wrappers  (using the bright headlights instead our cell phone's backlights, to actually see what we were doing.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;We ventured back up the hill to the parking lot of the local high school and decided to take turns cramming ourselves back in one of the girls cars (who had met us there). I chose to stay in the second group, so that I could star gaze as I waited for my turn to ride back to campus in the stuffed subaru outback.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;The group that stayed behind decided lay down in the grass of the school yard and stare up into the crystal clear sky, just in awe of the massive sky and illuminous stars. I am proud to say that I saw three shooting stars that night. It was so peaceful and serene to &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;not&lt;/span&gt; be surrounded by loud crazy college kids (normally the case on saturday nights at any campus) and just be able to really relax and soak everything in. We all squinted and groaned when our ride returned flashing her headlights trying to find us in the grass.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rv30o3yS400/SNb8atsSJVI/AAAAAAAAAAc/0XQsgV9i_Ig/s1600-h/grill9.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rv30o3yS400/SNb8atsSJVI/AAAAAAAAAAc/0XQsgV9i_Ig/s320/grill9.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5248659951619024210" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&gt;So then we all crammed into the trusty subaru and rode back to campus ( instead of attempting to navigate the roads of Burlington in the pitch dark). Aside from a great appreciation for the lake beaches and school yards of Vermont, I ended up with numerous pictures of burgers and hot dogs from the grill on my digital camera.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rv30o3yS400/SNb80WNY2RI/AAAAAAAAAAk/W3iJEf40_VU/s1600-h/IMG_3665.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rv30o3yS400/SNb80WNY2RI/AAAAAAAAAAk/W3iJEf40_VU/s200/IMG_3665.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5248660391992023314" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;_charlotte snowe&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2129183578644784350-4952897833795834678?l=indigosquirt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://indigosquirt.blogspot.com/feeds/4952897833795834678/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2129183578644784350&amp;postID=4952897833795834678' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2129183578644784350/posts/default/4952897833795834678'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2129183578644784350/posts/default/4952897833795834678'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://indigosquirt.blogspot.com/2008/09/where-hell-is-ketchup.html' title='Where the hell is the ketchup?'/><author><name>charlotte snowe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01145241335198122895</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rv30o3yS400/SiVGZeCMRnI/AAAAAAAAADo/zTYl79OSFmQ/S220/trueself.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rv30o3yS400/SNb7YdEbjOI/AAAAAAAAAAM/8XTwvv_Fd7o/s72-c/grill5.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2129183578644784350.post-5114798294933049770</id><published>2008-09-18T09:35:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-09-18T10:07:24.469-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Money Spenda!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;On Tuesday, at least I think it was Tuesday, my friends and I went downtown to get a few things that we "needed". I wanted the new season of Smallville and a tapestry to put on my wall, so I knew I was going to be spending big bucks that day.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;Anyway, we walked into Homeport, one of the best stores downtown to get dorm stuff, and I immediately walked up to the third floor where the tapestries were held. They had a lot of choices, but they all seemed to masculine for a girls room. So, I digged further through the piles of tapestries, and I found a purple tie-died on that I absolutely loved! I bought it and couldn't wait to put it on my wall.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;We walked back up to our dorms, me with my tapestry and without my DVDs (they're really expensive at Borders!!!), and I began putting my tapestry on my wall. I had to move a couple of things from my wall, but other than that, the process was smooth.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;Now, since my tapestry is tie-died and very colorful and my bedspread is also very colorful, I didn't realize at the time that the colors and design might not mesh well with each other. What do you think? Does my tapestry and bedspread go together or not so much?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_U9waXbAsPCU/SNJeANejiAI/AAAAAAAAAAM/JkzmpsF_tCo/s1600-h/DSCN0042.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_U9waXbAsPCU/SNJeANejiAI/AAAAAAAAAAM/JkzmpsF_tCo/s320/DSCN0042.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5247359873550878722" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_U9waXbAsPCU/SNJeAWWZzJI/AAAAAAAAAAU/67e3gwCbkw4/s1600-h/DSCN0043.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_U9waXbAsPCU/SNJeAWWZzJI/AAAAAAAAAAU/67e3gwCbkw4/s320/DSCN0043.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5247359875932605586" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2129183578644784350-5114798294933049770?l=indigosquirt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://indigosquirt.blogspot.com/feeds/5114798294933049770/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2129183578644784350&amp;postID=5114798294933049770' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2129183578644784350/posts/default/5114798294933049770'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2129183578644784350/posts/default/5114798294933049770'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://indigosquirt.blogspot.com/2008/09/money-spenda.html' title='Money Spenda!'/><author><name>aujwat6</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16477510319481922506</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_U9waXbAsPCU/SNJeANejiAI/AAAAAAAAAAM/JkzmpsF_tCo/s72-c/DSCN0042.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2129183578644784350.post-6578706259835681101</id><published>2008-09-18T00:51:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-09-18T01:13:25.251-04:00</updated><title type='text'>wth? slice......</title><content type='html'>Slice...slice..... Boring and confusing blog just dont make sense. Is she a awkward little girl who just confused between life and fiction. She doesnt make sense... little goth girl that says "gangster for liiiiife" ?  awkward much&lt;br /&gt;So its about a girl bored out of her mind living in a haunted house with a rabbit crapping all over the place with red glitter in it. (which makes you think wtf has it been eating)&lt;br /&gt;She ends up finding a hole and enters it to a new place...and is able to have wifi service. WOW&lt;br /&gt;( i guess when the kids entered narnia they shouldve carred verizon phones on them)&lt;br /&gt;So.... thats her side of the story&lt;br /&gt;then her parents have a blog..and they have their little story about looking for her.&lt;br /&gt;doesnt make much sense to blog about your missing child... makes you look like a crappy parent pretty disappointing.&lt;br /&gt;then there is pics of their house and stuff&lt;br /&gt;jus overall a story...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I didnt enjoy it much, i thought the rabbit crapping everywhere was a funny touch. who'd expect a rabbit crapping red stuff?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2129183578644784350-6578706259835681101?l=indigosquirt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://indigosquirt.blogspot.com/feeds/6578706259835681101/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2129183578644784350&amp;postID=6578706259835681101' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2129183578644784350/posts/default/6578706259835681101'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2129183578644784350/posts/default/6578706259835681101'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://indigosquirt.blogspot.com/2008/09/wth-slice.html' title='wth? slice......'/><author><name>BennyBoy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09286806739862980238</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_96sj6LO2zTc/SMQgtPQ9mSI/AAAAAAAAAAY/4RBrlfeGhBY/S220/Death_Knight.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2129183578644784350.post-8013187533840840114</id><published>2008-09-17T23:55:00.005-04:00</published><updated>2008-09-18T00:17:14.703-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Learning the board</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;Must admit I would even imagine me ever going on a skateboard. Until I came UVM, its all &lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_96sj6LO2zTc/SNHTPjEpu-I/AAAAAAAAAA0/o214GXD88oE/s1600-h/IMG00090.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5247207304929590242" style="WIDTH: 100px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 84px" height="125" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_96sj6LO2zTc/SNHTPjEpu-I/AAAAAAAAAA0/o214GXD88oE/s320/IMG00090.JPG" width="228" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I have been craving to do on my free time. The feel of the wheels angainst a smooth floor is deniable a great feeling and just makes you feel better all around. Even though it was only 30$ its my first board and I feel its just better than my rollerblades back home in NY.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I have gone around campus multiple times and I like the route going from Patric gym back to Central through honors and water tower. Its mostly downhills and smooth road. So far I have fallen a few times. My roommate took on a steep hill and as it turned out it started to wobble under him and then he attempted to jump off but it was to late...he landed on his stomach and got a 2 decent size cuts and gash. I ended up patching him up, we havent decided to take on the hill after that again.&lt;em&gt; &lt;/em&gt;So far its been 3 days and I think i have gotten better enough to take on the &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;hill but Iam not sure. Maybe I should learn to ollie first?...or just go for it? 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So we interviewed each other about our favorite digital stories...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Which is your favorite story?:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.storycenter.org/stories/index.php?cat=4"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Rituals&lt;/span&gt; by Kerry Ballast&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why did you like it?:&lt;br /&gt;The music was the shit, and well...it was generally good digital story&lt;br /&gt;Sooo what was it about?:&lt;br /&gt;Well...it was about how a stepmother asked her step daughter to bury her in their country, but towards the end she didnt and buried her in Texas.&lt;br /&gt;Least favorite part?&lt;br /&gt;The sad part, she never buried her  stepmother  were she wanted...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2129183578644784350-2462877683606943439?l=indigosquirt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://indigosquirt.blogspot.com/feeds/2462877683606943439/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2129183578644784350&amp;postID=2462877683606943439' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2129183578644784350/posts/default/2462877683606943439'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2129183578644784350/posts/default/2462877683606943439'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://indigosquirt.blogspot.com/2008/09/getting-to-know-ajuwat6.html' title='Getting to know Ajuwat6'/><author><name>BennyBoy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09286806739862980238</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_96sj6LO2zTc/SMQgtPQ9mSI/AAAAAAAAAAY/4RBrlfeGhBY/S220/Death_Knight.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2129183578644784350.post-866322291662947967</id><published>2008-09-11T15:53:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2008-09-11T16:08:46.221-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='digital story'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='my shoes'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='chas'/><title type='text'>Digital Story Telling...</title><content type='html'>Interviewer: Charlotte Snowe&lt;br /&gt;Interviewee: Chas (&lt;a href="www.gblog2012.blogspot.com"&gt;Grandma's Blog&lt;/a&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;CS: Which was your favorite digital story? And Why?&lt;br /&gt;Chas: My favorite was "&lt;a href="http://www.storycenter.org/stories/"&gt;My Shoes&lt;/a&gt;", because it combined the photos with the storytelling and it flowed really well together. There weren't too many pictures or too little, it was just the right mix.&lt;br /&gt;CS: If you could summarize the story, what was it about?&lt;br /&gt;Chas: "My Shoes" was a story about an immigrant from Peru who deals with being a lesbian and other diversities in her life. She talks about not being so judgemental of others.&lt;br /&gt;CS: Was there anything you didn't like about the story?&lt;br /&gt;Chas: I didn't like how it ended with the movie clip. I thought that it should have stayed consistent with the photos, like the rest of the story did.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2129183578644784350-866322291662947967?l=indigosquirt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://indigosquirt.blogspot.com/feeds/866322291662947967/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2129183578644784350&amp;postID=866322291662947967' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2129183578644784350/posts/default/866322291662947967'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2129183578644784350/posts/default/866322291662947967'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://indigosquirt.blogspot.com/2008/09/digital-story-telling.html' title='Digital Story Telling...'/><author><name>charlotte snowe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01145241335198122895</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rv30o3yS400/SiVGZeCMRnI/AAAAAAAAADo/zTYl79OSFmQ/S220/trueself.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2129183578644784350.post-8716658753216147507</id><published>2008-09-11T15:52:00.008-04:00</published><updated>2008-09-11T16:06:23.426-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Interview with bennyboy</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 102); font-weight: bold;font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"  &gt;Hello! This is aujwat6 interviewing bennyboy on the Digital Stories we read for homework....fascinating I know. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 102); font-weight: bold;font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"  &gt;aujwat6: What was your favorite Digital Story?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 102); font-weight: bold;font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"  &gt;bennyboy: &lt;a href="http://www.storycenter.org/stories/index.php?cat=3"&gt;M.S.K Running&lt;/a&gt; by Morne Solomon&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 102); font-weight: bold;font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"  &gt;aujwat6: Why was this story your favorite one?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 102); font-weight: bold;font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"  &gt;bennyboy: I liked it because it gave the point of view of a child and him struggling to cope with his family.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 102); font-weight: bold;font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"  &gt;aujwat6: What was your least favorite part of the story?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 102); font-weight: bold;font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"  &gt;bennyboy: I felt bad for the kid who's dad left him and joined the rappers.... or something like that.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 102); font-weight: bold;font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"  &gt;aujwat6: What was the story about?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 102); font-weight: bold;font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"  &gt;bennyboy: It showed that.....kids are going through struggles of their own and to appreciate what they have.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2129183578644784350-8716658753216147507?l=indigosquirt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://indigosquirt.blogspot.com/feeds/8716658753216147507/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2129183578644784350&amp;postID=8716658753216147507' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2129183578644784350/posts/default/8716658753216147507'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2129183578644784350/posts/default/8716658753216147507'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://indigosquirt.blogspot.com/2008/09/interview-with-bennyboy.html' title='Interview with bennyboy'/><author><name>aujwat6</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16477510319481922506</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2129183578644784350.post-7698202298476188723</id><published>2008-09-11T10:07:00.005-04:00</published><updated>2008-09-11T10:38:58.127-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Ouch!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 255, 204);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;So, this is my second blog, and I have no idea what to write about! The only thing I can think of to say is what happened to me today while on my way to class. It's quite embarrassing, and I'd rather not tell the story, but whatever. What's wrong with making fun of yourself? Anyway, here's the story!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 255, 204);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;I got up wicked early today, because my German class started at 8:25, and like everyday, I got dressed. It's really hard for me to get up and just dress because usually, I eat breakfast in front of the television, relax a little bit, and then dress. But since I am in college now, sleep is my biggest priority, and getting up at 6 to do all that stuff doesn't seem very smart. Anyway, I left my dorm and started to walk to Waterman, like I do every Monday, Wednesday, Thursday, and Friday. It was very cold today, colder than usual, so I didn't break a sweat like I have been the past few days. While I am walking, (keep in mind I have my earphones in and I'm blasting my music in my ears) a biker is behind me, obviously biking. I couldn't hear him behind me, because of the music, so I'm thinking I'm free to weave in and out of slow people in front of me. What a bad idea! Just as I'm about to pass someone on the left side, the biker comes up behind me, and we collide! His wheel rammed against my leg, I fell to the ground, and he fell off his bike. We both were on the sidewalk in pain, and everyone was staring at us. There were people on the other side of the street laughing at us and some were in shock that that had happened. It was sooooo embarrassing!! Anyway, after a lifetime on the ground, we both got up, and said sorry to each other and laughed. Then, we both went our separate ways. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 255, 204);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Next time I walk to class, I am not going to be listening to music, or at least, not loud music.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2129183578644784350-7698202298476188723?l=indigosquirt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://indigosquirt.blogspot.com/feeds/7698202298476188723/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2129183578644784350&amp;postID=7698202298476188723' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2129183578644784350/posts/default/7698202298476188723'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2129183578644784350/posts/default/7698202298476188723'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://indigosquirt.blogspot.com/2008/09/ouch.html' title='Ouch!'/><author><name>aujwat6</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16477510319481922506</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2129183578644784350.post-8635038316443223672</id><published>2008-09-11T08:35:00.005-04:00</published><updated>2008-09-11T09:21:32.808-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Diversify...</title><content type='html'>Well I was being interviewed by the schools newspaper about the diversity.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; This year was suppose to be the highest amount of miniorites in VT history also the most brightest with the highest SAT score woot woot! ( he said something like that). He had asked us&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;how did I feel about the diversity I said I dont mind it its alright... Be honest its a big change from where i grew up all my life the bronx is the hometown of many blacks, latinos, asians etc...&lt;br /&gt;The High School alone was different... Everyday during my highschool years  I had to go through air port scanning (it was un bearable to be in a rush to class) which was a hassle.&lt;br /&gt;It was almost like the scene of the book "A hope in the unseen" by Ron Suskind except the security in our school was alot tighter we had cops, peace cops (no guns), and hall patrol. The more I talked about it the more i got depressed about the bronx. Also near by would be the occasional ~gangsters~   which was really bunch a kids who'd jus jump people because they came in large groups in the projects. This why i came here  its  soooo much different, I just wanted to get away i guess....&lt;br /&gt;So the reporter asked me "do you think it was the diversity that caused the problem or you think it was just the people in general?"  &lt;br /&gt;He then brought up about "white flight" which is when in a large populated community once it reaches a certain percentage of minorities they bounce out.(leave)&lt;br /&gt;I must admit this was a very good question, it sorta hurt in a way but not like Ima transfer.&lt;br /&gt;I really dont know... &lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;Why is it in large minority populated areas is it so bad&lt;/span&gt;?&lt;br /&gt;Is it really because of the people?&lt;br /&gt;Many might argue its because of the ghettos but i really dont know.&lt;br /&gt;next few days my sis called to check up on me and she told me how a bunch of kids ran in to a persons car and like spat at the driver&lt;br /&gt; (on grandeconcourse)I was like WOOOW  and what the eff? &lt;br /&gt;He seemed nervous when he brought this up, on the account he was caucasian and i was latino (i guess he mustve felt he was being racist?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just dont get it, why is it like this?!&lt;br /&gt;can it be the music?&lt;br /&gt;and i want a Bodega in Burlington!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2129183578644784350-8635038316443223672?l=indigosquirt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://indigosquirt.blogspot.com/feeds/8635038316443223672/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2129183578644784350&amp;postID=8635038316443223672' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2129183578644784350/posts/default/8635038316443223672'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2129183578644784350/posts/default/8635038316443223672'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://indigosquirt.blogspot.com/2008/09/diversify.html' title='Diversify...'/><author><name>BennyBoy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09286806739862980238</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_96sj6LO2zTc/SMQgtPQ9mSI/AAAAAAAAAAY/4RBrlfeGhBY/S220/Death_Knight.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2129183578644784350.post-2193177377315398356</id><published>2008-09-09T10:59:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-09-09T11:09:30.401-04:00</updated><title type='text'>What?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;Wow, what to say about this "story."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204); font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204); font-family: arial;"&gt;Immediately, as I was reading this blog, I was extremely confused. I had no idea what the author was trying to get at, and it ended with a lot of loose ends. Why would the author do that? Obviously, I assumed, the author wanted us to go on a little chase of our own, like that of Slice with the hare and that of Slice's parents trying to find her. So, I began my quest of trying to find out what happened to Slice's parents and the mystery behind the hare. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204); font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204); font-family: arial;"&gt;I began clicking on the links that were available to us on the blog, and none of it really helped. It showed us a bunch of maps that, I guess, had nothing to do with the story. After a lot of frustration, I decided to read some of the comments and found a useful link.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204); font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204); font-family: arial;"&gt;While on this link, I found some useful information that was set up like a chase. I was not about to figure out any clues, so I took the easy way out: by searching online to see if others had solved the clues. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204); font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204); font-family: arial;"&gt;I found this thread where fellow &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Slice &lt;/span&gt;followers were trying to put together the pieces to the puzzle, and I did not exactly find what I was looking for. I found out that the dates in the diary were important and so were the names, but I did not find out where Slice's parents went or anything about the mysterious hare. I gave up after this and surrendered my thoughts to look further. I guess I will have to live without finding out what really happened.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2129183578644784350-2193177377315398356?l=indigosquirt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://indigosquirt.blogspot.com/feeds/2193177377315398356/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2129183578644784350&amp;postID=2193177377315398356' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2129183578644784350/posts/default/2193177377315398356'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2129183578644784350/posts/default/2193177377315398356'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://indigosquirt.blogspot.com/2008/09/what.html' title='What?'/><author><name>aujwat6</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16477510319481922506</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2129183578644784350.post-4588416213336398020</id><published>2008-09-07T17:01:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-09-07T17:15:26.450-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Slice?</title><content type='html'>So I just read the blogs for 'Slice' and was a bit confused. Was anyone else confused? I get the point that she moved into the haunted house, then got really scared and decided to run away. I get how that her parents were worried about her and that they didnt know where she had went. But I'm curious to if 'Slice" had something wrong with her (like mentally), the way that she talked about Mary Jane and her findings seemed really odd to me. As well as the responses from iamba_si and rabitchaser. It seemed as if she was bi-polar in her blogging, because at first she was severely depressed, then oddly amused about the death of Mary Jane and her family, then back to being depressed and running away from home and then just full of angst when her parents made her move with them to San Francisco, California. Slice just over all seemed like a very odd individual, and at times I wasn'y quite sure what to think.&lt;br /&gt;Although the links to the parents blog, her myspace account and links to her location on the google maps was really interesting and provided an even deeper sense of mystery to the story.&lt;br /&gt;Mary Jane? So I take it that Mary Jane was the lady who died in the car crash, who also happened to live in the house prior to when Slice and her parents did. But I was under the impression that Mary Jane had been dead for a long time, but after reading about Slice finding her diaries it seemed as if she had been a part of the modern times. Did slice know her?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2129183578644784350-4588416213336398020?l=indigosquirt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://indigosquirt.blogspot.com/feeds/4588416213336398020/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2129183578644784350&amp;postID=4588416213336398020' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2129183578644784350/posts/default/4588416213336398020'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2129183578644784350/posts/default/4588416213336398020'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://indigosquirt.blogspot.com/2008/09/slice.html' title='Slice?'/><author><name>charlotte snowe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01145241335198122895</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rv30o3yS400/SiVGZeCMRnI/AAAAAAAAADo/zTYl79OSFmQ/S220/trueself.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2129183578644784350.post-4736414029799414045</id><published>2008-09-05T14:55:00.005-04:00</published><updated>2008-09-07T13:11:56.667-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Tell me are you a badfish too?</title><content type='html'>It was the second night of being an official UVM college student, and I was at the Higher Ground Concert Hall. The air was filled with a buzz of various voices all rich with anticipation. After feeling like an awkward bumbling freshman on campus, I now felt like a full fledged student amidst the crowd of Badfish fans. I wasn't sitting in my dorm intensely studying the campus map (which I knew I would be doing the next day- in order to aviod sticking out and immediately being labeled as "The Freshman" by the upperclassmen). The band came on stage and began to bust out some reggae, guitars solos and booming choruses. It didn't seem to matter where you were from or how old you were, the crowd shared a common ground and love for the music blaring in the small venue. As long as you were there to see Badfish and could dance like an idiot, nothing really seeemed to matter. I looked over at the newly made friends (that I had met the night before or late that afternoon on a walk back to my dorm), and began to belt out the senseless lyrics with them.  This mixed feeling of the increased sense of freedom and excitement was a feeling that couldn't be touched. After the concert wrapped up we ventured over to the nearby Dunkin' Donuts (in desperate need of food after all that bouncing around). Ears still buzzing, voices raspy from screaming along and sweaty from the sauna like climate of the tiny concert hall, we exchanged smiles and nods, (partly because we couldn't quite hear what each other was saying). As we hailed a cab back to redstone campus, not wanting to walk the 30min hike back to campus, everyone was feeling the same relaxed and content vibe. I couldn't think of a better way to kick off the first true night of college.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2129183578644784350-4736414029799414045?l=indigosquirt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://indigosquirt.blogspot.com/feeds/4736414029799414045/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2129183578644784350&amp;postID=4736414029799414045' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2129183578644784350/posts/default/4736414029799414045'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2129183578644784350/posts/default/4736414029799414045'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://indigosquirt.blogspot.com/2008/09/tell-me-are-you-badfish-too.html' title='Tell me are you a badfish too?'/><author><name>charlotte snowe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01145241335198122895</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rv30o3yS400/SiVGZeCMRnI/AAAAAAAAADo/zTYl79OSFmQ/S220/trueself.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2129183578644784350.post-1461345159752605692</id><published>2008-09-04T15:47:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2008-09-04T15:51:31.894-04:00</updated><title type='text'>First Post!!! Hoo-rah!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Hello! This is charlotte snowe, along with aujwat6 &amp;amp;&lt;/span&gt; bennyboy from the electronic lit blogspot called Indigo Squirt! ( sounds cool...huh?) Keep coming back to check out the posts to follow!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2129183578644784350-1461345159752605692?l=indigosquirt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://indigosquirt.blogspot.com/feeds/1461345159752605692/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2129183578644784350&amp;postID=1461345159752605692' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2129183578644784350/posts/default/1461345159752605692'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2129183578644784350/posts/default/1461345159752605692'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://indigosquirt.blogspot.com/2008/09/first-post-hoo-rah.html' title='First Post!!! Hoo-rah!'/><author><name>charlotte snowe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01145241335198122895</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rv30o3yS400/SiVGZeCMRnI/AAAAAAAAADo/zTYl79OSFmQ/S220/trueself.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry></feed>
