<?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-8864388</id><updated>2011-04-21T18:38:13.776-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My World</title><subtitle type='html'>Finishing college and becoming a grown-up</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gradworld.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8864388/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gradworld.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>BulldogGrad</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07851418475074113007</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>31</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8864388.post-110391709805337590</id><published>2004-12-24T11:20:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-12-24T11:38:18.053-08:00</updated><title type='text'>At the Party</title><content type='html'>So last Saturday I went on a blind date with a girl named Erin to a house party out in the boonies.  It was a lot of fun.  My friends set me up with her.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When we got to the party she was already there and was helping with some cooking and party trays.  I was surprised at how pretty she was.  Half-Hispanic and half-Korean she had a very unique look to her.  Pretty long thick black hair.  Very nice but...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of course there has to be a but... She recently (over the summer) broke off a marriage engagement to some guy she dated for almost four years.  Now, she seeing two other guys to "see what else is out there".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I liked her honestly but... That a lot of stuff for her to deal with.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Still I had fun.  Even got a kiss under the mistletoe.  Even though my mind still thinks of someone else it was still a very nice time.  After a lot of drinking and eating, a fire and songs.  It was fun.  A good start to the Christmas partying.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can't wait for New Years!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8864388-110391709805337590?l=gradworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gradworld.blogspot.com/feeds/110391709805337590/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8864388&amp;postID=110391709805337590' title='17 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8864388/posts/default/110391709805337590'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8864388/posts/default/110391709805337590'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gradworld.blogspot.com/2004/12/at-party.html' title='At the Party'/><author><name>BulldogGrad</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07851418475074113007</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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>17</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8864388.post-110343265120037240</id><published>2004-12-18T20:54:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-12-18T21:04:11.200-08:00</updated><title type='text'>While Waiting for the Blind Person...</title><content type='html'>Thought I'd share an example of a bad date from my first Christmas while at school.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Two friends introduce Kim to me and after talking for a while I asked her for her number and then asked her out.  Being an extremely busy student/full-time worker, natural scatter brain and horrible note keeper lost her phone number.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I called my &lt;em&gt;friends&lt;/em&gt; who introduce us for the number.  I found out that they told her when I called her.  She got mad.  Of course.  But we still went out anyway.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then she got soooo very, very, very hammered.  She got sick in the parking lot.  She got sick on the road and barely got the door open in the MIDDLE of the road. I had to practically carry up to her apartment.  In her apartment she became this... this freak!  Don't get me wrong... I know it sounds bad but being smashed isn't a turn on!  So I tucked her into bed and left.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The next day all I heard was now stuck up I was and how I thought that I was too good for her.  Please.  Call me an ass for not wanting to make-out with a puked-out chick!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We'll see how tonight goes.  Fifth times the charm; no?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8864388-110343265120037240?l=gradworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gradworld.blogspot.com/feeds/110343265120037240/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8864388&amp;postID=110343265120037240' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8864388/posts/default/110343265120037240'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8864388/posts/default/110343265120037240'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gradworld.blogspot.com/2004/12/while-waiting-for-blind-person.html' title='While Waiting for the Blind Person...'/><author><name>BulldogGrad</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07851418475074113007</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8864388.post-110343179851105968</id><published>2004-12-18T20:42:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-12-18T20:49:58.510-08:00</updated><title type='text'>40 Percent Through Friends?</title><content type='html'>Hmmm.  Not sure I buy that to be honest.  With no exception every person that I have gone out with that I met through a friend hasn't gone... as intended.   Most turned out to be a funny story of miscues and misadventures but me, being me am giving it one more shot tonight.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Going on a blind date tonight to a party out in the boonies.  After 'bout a month of studying I am ready to cut loose and have fun.  Plus... I don't have to drive out there.  Have tomorrow off and can sleep in!  So hopefully, tomorrow or the next day I'll still remember what happens tonight and be able to post the adventure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Party Safe Everyone!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8864388-110343179851105968?l=gradworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gradworld.blogspot.com/feeds/110343179851105968/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8864388&amp;postID=110343179851105968' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8864388/posts/default/110343179851105968'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8864388/posts/default/110343179851105968'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gradworld.blogspot.com/2004/12/40-percent-through-friends.html' title='40 Percent Through Friends?'/><author><name>BulldogGrad</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07851418475074113007</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8864388.post-110333495889534109</id><published>2004-12-17T17:51:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-12-17T17:56:31.140-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Interesting:  Man and Woman Wants</title><content type='html'>What women want most in a man:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;Faithful partner: 54 percent&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;Respect the other person's independence: 40 percent&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;Ability to listen: 35 percent&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;Physical attraction: 13 percent&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;Being good in bed: 6 percent&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What men want most in a woman:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;Faithful partner: 47 percent&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;Respect the other person's independence: 36 percent&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;Intelligence: 35 percent&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;Physical attraction: 26 percent&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;Being good in bed: 13 percent&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The best place to meet that special someone:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;Introduced by friends: 40 percent&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;Chance or luck: 17 percent&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;Introduced by family: 11 percent&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;Sports or social clubs: 7 percent&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;Work: 3 percent&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;Bars: 2 percent&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;Internet: 1 percent&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;Newspaper classifieds: 1 percent&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's something that should gladden every heart: Fully 90 percent of those polled believe it is possible to be happy with the same person for a lifetime.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8864388-110333495889534109?l=gradworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gradworld.blogspot.com/feeds/110333495889534109/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8864388&amp;postID=110333495889534109' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8864388/posts/default/110333495889534109'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8864388/posts/default/110333495889534109'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gradworld.blogspot.com/2004/12/interesting-man-and-woman-wants.html' title='Interesting:  Man and Woman Wants'/><author><name>BulldogGrad</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07851418475074113007</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8864388.post-110317371806953455</id><published>2004-12-15T21:06:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-12-15T21:08:38.070-08:00</updated><title type='text'>And so it ends...</title><content type='html'>The semester is finally over.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;Advanced Graphics: A&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;Operating Systems: B &lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;Advance Discrete Math: I don't know what yet&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not too bad.  I am happy and now free.  Free for a month before my last semester and last class start.  I cannot wait!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8864388-110317371806953455?l=gradworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gradworld.blogspot.com/feeds/110317371806953455/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8864388&amp;postID=110317371806953455' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8864388/posts/default/110317371806953455'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8864388/posts/default/110317371806953455'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gradworld.blogspot.com/2004/12/and-so-it-ends.html' title='And so it ends...'/><author><name>BulldogGrad</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07851418475074113007</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8864388.post-110074267608754175</id><published>2004-11-17T17:33:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-11-17T17:51:16.086-08:00</updated><title type='text'>$473</title><content type='html'>The cost of my four days of fun.  I went to the Bay Area (Sunnyvale, San Jose, Oakland and San Fran) this past weekend.  Had way too much fun.  Friday was spent downtown San Jose hitting some old hang outs and drinking pretty much the whole night.  Smoked too.  Haven't had a cig. in a while.  Now, my throats all scratchy. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's some do's and don't when traveling:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;Don't, when walking down the street answer to any voice, no matter how familiar the voice, to anyone calling out "Loser"!  &lt;em&gt;Not that I did.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;Don't attempt to juggle bottle beers no matter how good you are in a crowded bar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;Don't attempt to pass a cop on the freeway!  Ever.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;Do remember to open all doors before entering a room.  Especially when drunk.  High speed collisions with liquids are not good.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;Don't allow your friends to dance on table tops.  They will kick you out.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;Don't have drinking contests and then play cards.  You'll lose all your clothes.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;Do remember to say thanks after your friends buy a round.  It's just polite.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;Don't allow your friends to make out with strange girls in the dark corners of the club.  When the lights go on and it's time to leave your friends will be mad at you.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;Do have more than one person remember where you parked the car.  Two is good.  Three is better.  No ties.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;Do remember to wear deodorant.  Sweat happens.  Smells shouldn't.  Ben! &lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;Do remember how many people went out with you.  MIA's in clubbing shouldn't happen.  Sorry Ben it won't happen again.  Plus, we went back for you.  Plus, it gave you a few more hugs and kisses from Stephanie(?)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8864388-110074267608754175?l=gradworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gradworld.blogspot.com/feeds/110074267608754175/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8864388&amp;postID=110074267608754175' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8864388/posts/default/110074267608754175'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8864388/posts/default/110074267608754175'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gradworld.blogspot.com/2004/11/473.html' title='$473'/><author><name>BulldogGrad</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07851418475074113007</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8864388.post-110074156556140742</id><published>2004-11-17T17:31:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-11-17T17:32:45.560-08:00</updated><title type='text'>A Joke...</title><content type='html'>So Where Did You Hide the Money? &lt;br /&gt;A Mafia godfather finds out that his bookkeeper has stolen ten million bucks from him. The bookkeeper is deaf. (It was one of the reasons he got the job in the first place, as it was assumed that since he couldn't hear what "the boys" were saying, he'd never have to testify in court.) The godfather goes to shake down the bookkeeper about his missing 10 million bucks and brings along his attorney who knows sign language. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The godfather asks the bookkeeper, "Where is the 10 million bucks you embezzled from me?" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The attorney, using sign language, asks the bookkeeper where the 10 million is hidden. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The bookkeeper signs back, "I don't know what you're talking about." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The attorney tells the godfather, "He says he doesn't know what you're talking about." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The godfather pulls out a 9 mm pistol, puts it to the bookkeeper's temple, cocks it, and says, "Ask him again!" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The attorney signs to the underling, "He'll kill you for sure if you don't tell him!" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The bookkeeper signs back, "OK! You win! The money is in a brown briefcase, buried behind the shed in my cousin Enzo's backyard in Queens!" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The godfather turns to the attorney, "Well, what'd he say?" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"&lt;span color='red'&gt;He says you don't have the guts to pull that trigger!&lt;/span&gt;" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8864388-110074156556140742?l=gradworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gradworld.blogspot.com/feeds/110074156556140742/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8864388&amp;postID=110074156556140742' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8864388/posts/default/110074156556140742'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8864388/posts/default/110074156556140742'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gradworld.blogspot.com/2004/11/joke.html' title='A Joke...'/><author><name>BulldogGrad</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07851418475074113007</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8864388.post-109998523666326513</id><published>2004-11-08T23:24:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-11-08T23:28:49.206-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Wisdom of a Friend</title><content type='html'>Is there anything more true?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://cedia.blogspot.com"&gt;Cedia&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8864388-109998523666326513?l=gradworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gradworld.blogspot.com/feeds/109998523666326513/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8864388&amp;postID=109998523666326513' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8864388/posts/default/109998523666326513'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8864388/posts/default/109998523666326513'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gradworld.blogspot.com/2004/11/wisdom-of-friend.html' title='Wisdom of a Friend'/><author><name>BulldogGrad</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07851418475074113007</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8864388.post-109997756925679762</id><published>2004-11-08T21:15:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-11-08T21:19:29.256-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Feeling Used...</title><content type='html'>... the more I think about it.  The madder I get.  Fucking bitch.  And fucking asshole!  They deserve each other.  Him for trying to make a damn porno and her for trying to use me to piss him off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What the hell?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe I should have messed around with her.  Then at least I would have gotten something out of it instead of this icking feeling and anger!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, well, least now I know that they aren't the type of friends that I am looking for.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8864388-109997756925679762?l=gradworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gradworld.blogspot.com/feeds/109997756925679762/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8864388&amp;postID=109997756925679762' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8864388/posts/default/109997756925679762'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8864388/posts/default/109997756925679762'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gradworld.blogspot.com/2004/11/feeling-used.html' title='Feeling Used...'/><author><name>BulldogGrad</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07851418475074113007</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8864388.post-109996294630604116</id><published>2004-11-08T16:53:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-11-08T17:15:46.306-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I talked to K and screw Chris</title><content type='html'>So now I found out why K- was flirting so much with me.  I would have been pay back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Apparently Chris and K- went out with a group of their friends last month.  They all got tossed and went of to one of K-'s friends apartments to crash.  Chris and K- and another one of K-'s friends slept on the pull-out couch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That night Chris tried to get K- and her friend to mess around with him.  K- didn't like it and told Chris so.  But Chris just said that she was being too uptight and he was just too drunk that night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Later that week Chris talked to the friend again tried to get the friend to mess around with them.  K-'s friend told K- and K- broke up with Chris.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I would have just been pay back. =| &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8864388-109996294630604116?l=gradworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gradworld.blogspot.com/feeds/109996294630604116/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8864388&amp;postID=109996294630604116' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8864388/posts/default/109996294630604116'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8864388/posts/default/109996294630604116'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gradworld.blogspot.com/2004/11/i-talked-to-k-and-screw-chris_08.html' title='I talked to K and screw Chris'/><author><name>BulldogGrad</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07851418475074113007</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8864388.post-109996142509801709</id><published>2004-11-08T16:35:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-11-08T16:52:02.633-08:00</updated><title type='text'>And My Weekend Fun...</title><content type='html'>...started on Friday with my roomates getting into a huge fight.  Seems that Joe is insecure about his girlfriend.  He's a good guy but a poor guy.  He seems very satisfied with his current job and level of education.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While she isn't.  She's going to college and working now.  Her new job is in retail and apparently she gets hit on a lot.  She's pretty and young, 22, but doesn't act like it.  She went through a lot when she was younger and has this air of maturity about her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Her mistake was telling Joe that guys always try to give her their telephone number or get hers.  I've been in her car with her a bunch of times to knew that she isn't making it up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It actually makes me mad to be riding with her and guys honk or call out to her.  Ya, she not &lt;em&gt;my&lt;/em&gt; girlfriend.  But they don't know that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, they got into a huge fight on Friday.  Yelling and scream and all that till 2 A.M.  Then on Saturday, Joe brought over like 15 people at 2 A.M. to drink, be loud and piss her off. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was soo mad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But then on Sunday they fought again.  Made up.  Then made make-up noise all night long.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fuck me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am so sick of all the stupid stuff.  I'll probably move out in January, after the semester ends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I like them both.  Just not together.  They are just too crazy.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8864388-109996142509801709?l=gradworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gradworld.blogspot.com/feeds/109996142509801709/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8864388&amp;postID=109996142509801709' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8864388/posts/default/109996142509801709'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8864388/posts/default/109996142509801709'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gradworld.blogspot.com/2004/11/and-my-weekend-fun.html' title='And My Weekend Fun...'/><author><name>BulldogGrad</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07851418475074113007</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-8864388.post-109980011108567598</id><published>2004-11-06T19:55:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-11-07T21:37:41.263-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Got the Urge</title><content type='html'>Ya, even after drinking too much last weekend I find myself craving beer.  Actually, although I like beer I prefer mixed drinks and hard alcohol.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ol&gt;Favorites:&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;li&gt;Cape Cod (cranberry juice and Vodka with a lime)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;li&gt;Captain and Coke (Captain Morgan and Coke)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;li&gt;Margaritas (Patron or Herrerderaakdlfjadf)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;li&gt;Seven and Seven (Seagram's and 7up)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;li&gt;TNT (Gin and Tonic)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Getting thirsty!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8864388-109980011108567598?l=gradworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gradworld.blogspot.com/feeds/109980011108567598/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8864388&amp;postID=109980011108567598' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8864388/posts/default/109980011108567598'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8864388/posts/default/109980011108567598'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gradworld.blogspot.com/2004/11/got-urge.html' title='Got the Urge'/><author><name>BulldogGrad</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07851418475074113007</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-8864388.post-109971439654213776</id><published>2004-11-05T20:11:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-11-05T20:13:16.543-08:00</updated><title type='text'>With Luck...</title><content type='html'>... I'll be getting a new position at work which will increase my income $1,000 - $2,500 more a month.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ya.  That'd be nice.  My current boss seems to think that I have an inside track at it because my company attempts to hire from within.  So.... God please!  =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll be good!  I promise!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8864388-109971439654213776?l=gradworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gradworld.blogspot.com/feeds/109971439654213776/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8864388&amp;postID=109971439654213776' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8864388/posts/default/109971439654213776'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8864388/posts/default/109971439654213776'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gradworld.blogspot.com/2004/11/with-luck.html' title='With Luck...'/><author><name>BulldogGrad</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07851418475074113007</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-8864388.post-109942468515564276</id><published>2004-11-02T11:43:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-11-02T11:50:55.153-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Don't Forget to Vote!</title><content type='html'>&lt;h1&gt;&lt;span color=red&gt;Don't Forget To Vote Today!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h1&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8864388-109942468515564276?l=gradworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gradworld.blogspot.com/feeds/109942468515564276/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8864388&amp;postID=109942468515564276' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8864388/posts/default/109942468515564276'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8864388/posts/default/109942468515564276'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gradworld.blogspot.com/2004/11/dont-forget-to-vote.html' title='Don&apos;t Forget to Vote!'/><author><name>BulldogGrad</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07851418475074113007</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-8864388.post-109936082898612991</id><published>2004-11-01T17:55:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-11-01T18:00:28.986-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Right Back At You!</title><content type='html'>THINGS TO SAY WHEN STRESSED AT WORK!&lt;br /&gt;"Okay, okay! I take it back. Unfuck you!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"You say I'm a bitch like it's a bad thing."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Well, this day was a total waste of make-up."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Well, aren't we a fuckin ray of sunshine?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Don't bother me, I'm living happily ever after."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"EXCUSE ME...Do I look like a people person?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"This isn't an office. It's hell with fluorescent lighting!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I started out with nothing and still have most of it left."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Therapy is expensive. Popping bubble wrap is cheap. You choose."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Why don't you try practicing random acts of intelligence andsenseless acts of self-control?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I'm not crazy. I've been in a very bad mood for 30 years."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Sarcasm is just one more service I offer. Want some?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Do they ever shut up on your planet?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I'm not your type. I'm not inflatable"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I work 45 hours a week to be this poor."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Wait...I'm trying to imagine you with a personality"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"You look like shit. Is that the style now?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Earth is full. Go home."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Aw, did I step on your poor little bitty ego?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I'm not tense, just terribly, terribly alert."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"A hard-on doesn't count as personal growth."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"You are depriving some village of an idiot."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"If assholes could fly, this place would be an airport!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Jeez!!! Who lit the fuse on your tampon?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8864388-109936082898612991?l=gradworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gradworld.blogspot.com/feeds/109936082898612991/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8864388&amp;postID=109936082898612991' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8864388/posts/default/109936082898612991'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8864388/posts/default/109936082898612991'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gradworld.blogspot.com/2004/11/right-back-at-you.html' title='Right Back At You!'/><author><name>BulldogGrad</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07851418475074113007</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8864388.post-109935839509501517</id><published>2004-11-01T16:45:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-11-01T17:19:55.096-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm a Jerk...</title><content type='html'>... that's what two voice messages said.  =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wow.  She didn't waste any time in trashing me and we didn't even date!  She was my friend's girlfriend! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One was my sometime-party-friend who was laughing and teasing me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The other was from K-'s friend who thinks I am an ass for blowing her friend K- off. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life; isn't it great?  Try and be a good friend and see what happens.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wonder how long it's gonna take for Chris to find out and try and kill me.  =( &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Does anyone have an extra room or a couch I can borrow for a bit?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8864388-109935839509501517?l=gradworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gradworld.blogspot.com/feeds/109935839509501517/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8864388&amp;postID=109935839509501517' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8864388/posts/default/109935839509501517'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8864388/posts/default/109935839509501517'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gradworld.blogspot.com/2004/11/im-jerk.html' title='I&apos;m a Jerk...'/><author><name>BulldogGrad</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07851418475074113007</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-8864388.post-109935476884249975</id><published>2004-11-01T15:56:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-11-01T16:35:40.656-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Not Checking Caller ID</title><content type='html'>Me: "Hello?"&lt;br /&gt;K-: "Hi it's K-"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Fuck!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: "Hello."&lt;br /&gt;K-: "So did you hear that I broke up with Chris?"&lt;br /&gt;Me: "Ya, he called me"&lt;br /&gt;K-: "Oh, he told you already?"&lt;br /&gt;Me: "Ya"&lt;br /&gt;K-: "When."&lt;br /&gt;Me: "Last week"&lt;br /&gt;K-: "That's funny. I've been trying to call you &lt;em&gt;since&lt;/em&gt; last week!  You missed a cool party."&lt;br /&gt;Me, stampering, "Oh, been busy sorry."&lt;br /&gt;K-: "Oh, that's okay. All we did was drink.  What are you doing this Friday night?"&lt;br /&gt;Me: "Nothing"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Damn wrong answer.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;K-: "Wanna hang out?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hung up. And immediately regretted it. Probably not the smartest answer. But I was like a deer in headlights. She is my friend's newly ex-girlfriend!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I tried to call back. But she didn't answer so I left a stupid voice message saying that we &lt;em&gt;somehow &lt;/em&gt;got disconnected. I called back again ten minutes later. But she didn't answer. Fuck me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Guess I won't be on her Christmas List... =(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8864388-109935476884249975?l=gradworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gradworld.blogspot.com/feeds/109935476884249975/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8864388&amp;postID=109935476884249975' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8864388/posts/default/109935476884249975'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8864388/posts/default/109935476884249975'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gradworld.blogspot.com/2004/11/not-checking-caller-id.html' title='Not Checking Caller ID'/><author><name>BulldogGrad</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07851418475074113007</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8864388.post-109926117916719157</id><published>2004-10-31T14:19:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-11-02T11:54:11.683-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Funnies</title><content type='html'>&lt;h3&gt;A MAN'S PERSPECTIVE &lt;/h3&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know I'm not going to understand women.&lt;br /&gt;I'll never understand how you can take boiling hot wax, pour it onto your upper thigh, rip the hair out by the root, and still be afraid of a spider.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;h3&gt;WOMEN'S REVENGE&lt;/h3&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Cash, check or charge?" I asked, after folding items the woman wished to purchase.&lt;br /&gt;As she fumbled for her wallet I noticed a remote control for a television set in her purse. "So, do you always carry your TV remote?" I asked.&lt;br /&gt;"No," she replied, "but my husband refused to came shopping with me, so I figured this was the most legal evil thing I could do to him."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;h3&gt;MARRIAGE SEMINAR&lt;/h3&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While attending a Marriage Seminar dealing with communication, Tom and his wife Grace listened to the instructor, "It is essential that husbands and wives know the things that are important to each other." He addressed the man,&lt;br /&gt;"Can you describe your wife's favorite flower?" Tom leaned over, touched his wife's arm gently and whispered, "It's Pillsbury, isn't it?&lt;br /&gt;The rest of the story gets rather ugly, so I'll stop right here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8864388-109926117916719157?l=gradworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gradworld.blogspot.com/feeds/109926117916719157/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8864388&amp;postID=109926117916719157' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8864388/posts/default/109926117916719157'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8864388/posts/default/109926117916719157'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gradworld.blogspot.com/2004/10/funnies.html' title='Funnies'/><author><name>BulldogGrad</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07851418475074113007</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-8864388.post-109925693198275797</id><published>2004-10-31T13:06:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-10-31T13:09:14.756-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Was it worth it?</title><content type='html'>I don't remember feeling bad after a night of drinking when I was younger. Not that I'm old... just older. Now it lingers. I have a hangover. I have that had thirsty thing going on. Dry mouth and headache. Yuck.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, well. Going back to bed. I'll write later.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8864388-109925693198275797?l=gradworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gradworld.blogspot.com/feeds/109925693198275797/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8864388&amp;postID=109925693198275797' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8864388/posts/default/109925693198275797'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8864388/posts/default/109925693198275797'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gradworld.blogspot.com/2004/10/was-it-worth-it.html' title='Was it worth it?'/><author><name>BulldogGrad</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07851418475074113007</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-8864388.post-109919534062008855</id><published>2004-10-30T20:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-10-30T21:03:38.316-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Just got home...</title><content type='html'>... just in time to hear my roomates going at it like crazy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think that they thought that I would be going straight to the party after work. Wrong!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I didn't know what to do. I never do. This isn't the first time that this has happened but this was by far the loudest I have ever heard them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bang. Bang. Bang. The bed went and I could hear C- and J-2 moaning and groaning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I grabbed my costume and tried to rush out. As I was doing this they stopped and I heard the shower start. I thought that I was clear and started for the front door. Didn't make it though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Their bedroom opened C- the girl started to come out... naked. She yelped and I dropped the stuff I was carrying.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I broke my digital camera.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So sad!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Damn. Damn. Damn.  I'm going to get sooooooooo drunk tonight!&lt;br /&gt;Damn.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8864388-109919534062008855?l=gradworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gradworld.blogspot.com/feeds/109919534062008855/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8864388&amp;postID=109919534062008855' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8864388/posts/default/109919534062008855'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8864388/posts/default/109919534062008855'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gradworld.blogspot.com/2004/10/just-got-home.html' title='Just got home...'/><author><name>BulldogGrad</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07851418475074113007</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8864388.post-109919275798686054</id><published>2004-10-30T20:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-10-30T20:19:17.986-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Halloween</title><content type='html'>Going to a party tonight.  Supposed to dress up.  I'll probably go as a cheerleader.  Only time of the year that I can dress up as a girl and really be me =).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Although, I was thinking about wearing that Santa Claus outfit I borrowed a few years ago... Maybe I can get a French maid or two to sit on my lap and tell me their Christmas wish list.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I gotta get batteries for the camera though.  Don't forget.&lt;br /&gt;~P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8864388-109919275798686054?l=gradworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gradworld.blogspot.com/feeds/109919275798686054/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8864388&amp;postID=109919275798686054' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8864388/posts/default/109919275798686054'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8864388/posts/default/109919275798686054'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gradworld.blogspot.com/2004/10/happy-halloween.html' title='Happy Halloween'/><author><name>BulldogGrad</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07851418475074113007</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-8864388.post-109918007762520023</id><published>2004-10-30T16:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-10-30T16:47:57.626-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A Clone that's the ticket....</title><content type='html'>I believe I just found the answer to my problem!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can get a clone made of my favorite little person!  Then I won't have to deal with all the other girls in the world!  I can get a clone made and then swap it for the original.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They are already making glow in the dark fish, cloned cats, and now a company just asked for a patent to make cloned cats that are allergy free!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See!  My dream isn't too far off from reality!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just need her to send me a piece of her hair!  And I am set!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See I didn't make it up:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.msnbc.msn.com/id/6343637/"&gt;http://www.msnbc.msn.com/id/6343637/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8864388-109918007762520023?l=gradworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gradworld.blogspot.com/feeds/109918007762520023/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8864388&amp;postID=109918007762520023' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8864388/posts/default/109918007762520023'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8864388/posts/default/109918007762520023'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gradworld.blogspot.com/2004/10/clone-thats-ticket.html' title='A Clone that&apos;s the ticket....'/><author><name>BulldogGrad</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07851418475074113007</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-8864388.post-109916934764583119</id><published>2004-10-30T13:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-10-30T13:49:07.646-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Everyone else</title><content type='html'>Seems to be breaking up with everyone else.  I have three friends that have broken up with their partners in the past two months.  And all three of them dated for more than a year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Funny, with the holiday’s right around the corner, you'd think that people would be snuggling up to their partners and not be looking for an exchange or freedom run.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Personally, I haven't had a girlfriend in a very long time.  And this is by far the most irritating (?) season of the year.  Something about the cold rainy days, the holiday cheer.  Blah! =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Actually, I miss that couple stuff but I am willing to wait for the right girl.  Not happily.  It's more like eating right and working out.  It might not always be fun but it is always necessary.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ya, keep telling yourself that ~P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8864388-109916934764583119?l=gradworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gradworld.blogspot.com/feeds/109916934764583119/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8864388&amp;postID=109916934764583119' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8864388/posts/default/109916934764583119'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8864388/posts/default/109916934764583119'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gradworld.blogspot.com/2004/10/everyone-else.html' title='Everyone else'/><author><name>BulldogGrad</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07851418475074113007</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8864388.post-109916883427838839</id><published>2004-10-30T13:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-10-30T13:40:34.276-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Chicken... That's me.</title><content type='html'>So I hide out last night at my Dad's house.  I slept on the couch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I didn't answer either one of her two calls.  Not J-'s.  But K's.  My friend's now ex-girlfriend. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I may be completely quessing wrong.  I don't think I am vain though.  If there's smoke then there may be fire.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just don't want to deal with it right now.  So I ran home =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8864388-109916883427838839?l=gradworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gradworld.blogspot.com/feeds/109916883427838839/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8864388&amp;postID=109916883427838839' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8864388/posts/default/109916883427838839'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8864388/posts/default/109916883427838839'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gradworld.blogspot.com/2004/10/chicken-thats-me.html' title='Chicken... That&apos;s me.'/><author><name>BulldogGrad</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07851418475074113007</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-8864388.post-109910937617533058</id><published>2004-10-29T21:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-10-29T21:09:36.176-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Why?</title><content type='html'>Life is so funny.  Why is it that the only person &lt;em&gt;I&lt;/em&gt; am interested is commitmented to someone else?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I mean that sucks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And now to add insult to injury.  I have two ladies interested in me with no ties?  I mean why can't I want what's there?  Why do I want a person I can't have?  And why have I been &lt;em&gt;waiting &lt;/em&gt;so long to see what happens with her?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I joke with friends about not seriously dating until after school but that's mostly because I am the type of stupid person that once I want something I'll wait for it, work for it...  It has served me well in other areas of my life but as far as my love life... it hasn't.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmm.  What to do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8864388-109910937617533058?l=gradworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gradworld.blogspot.com/feeds/109910937617533058/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8864388&amp;postID=109910937617533058' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8864388/posts/default/109910937617533058'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8864388/posts/default/109910937617533058'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gradworld.blogspot.com/2004/10/why.html' title='Why?'/><author><name>BulldogGrad</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07851418475074113007</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-8864388.post-109910898803711467</id><published>2004-10-29T21:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-10-29T21:03:08.036-07:00</updated><title type='text'>And my friends girlfriend</title><content type='html'>I just found out they broke up today.  He called me.  Then a half hour later she called.  I didn't answer. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He said that she broke up with him because she wanted to see other people.  He thinks that she has been cheating on him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I'll lay low and not answer my phone for awhile...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8864388-109910898803711467?l=gradworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gradworld.blogspot.com/feeds/109910898803711467/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8864388&amp;postID=109910898803711467' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8864388/posts/default/109910898803711467'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8864388/posts/default/109910898803711467'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gradworld.blogspot.com/2004/10/and-my-friends-girlfriend.html' title='And my friends girlfriend'/><author><name>BulldogGrad</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07851418475074113007</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-8864388.post-109892779499886307</id><published>2004-10-27T18:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-10-27T18:43:14.996-07:00</updated><title type='text'>No news yet on the new roomie.</title><content type='html'>J- hasn't called back which is good.  Good that she probably found a different place to stay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was kinda stressed out by it to be honest.  The girl likes to party way tooo much.  She goes on these binges where she lose it for a while.  I've worked with her before.  She got fired because she would come in late, hung-over or slightly out of 'it'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As far as I know though, she has always paid her bills on time.  I just didn't want the first time to be on my time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway I wish her luck.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8864388-109892779499886307?l=gradworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gradworld.blogspot.com/feeds/109892779499886307/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8864388&amp;postID=109892779499886307' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8864388/posts/default/109892779499886307'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8864388/posts/default/109892779499886307'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gradworld.blogspot.com/2004/10/no-news-yet-on-new-roomie.html' title='No news yet on the new roomie.'/><author><name>BulldogGrad</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07851418475074113007</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-8864388.post-109881776061219092</id><published>2004-10-26T13:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-10-26T12:09:20.613-07:00</updated><title type='text'>And in the morning</title><content type='html'>I woke to a rain storm.  Running late and extremely tired I had forgotten about last night.  All it took though was for me to round the corner hall and there on the living room floor J- was sleeping; ass in the air, snoring pretty good.  I laughed.  Loud.  She woke-up flipped me off and rolled over.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wonder how long she's gonna stay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8864388-109881776061219092?l=gradworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gradworld.blogspot.com/feeds/109881776061219092/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8864388&amp;postID=109881776061219092' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8864388/posts/default/109881776061219092'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8864388/posts/default/109881776061219092'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gradworld.blogspot.com/2004/10/and-in-morning.html' title='And in the morning'/><author><name>BulldogGrad</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07851418475074113007</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-8864388.post-109877761471700879</id><published>2004-10-26T01:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-10-26T01:01:43.300-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A New Development</title><content type='html'>Literally, in the middle of the night 12:21 AM to be precise. An old friend swung by drunk off of her ass. Newly 21 she's still struggling, so she slurred, "To find my limits".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Basically, she was looking for a place to crash. Her and her boyfriend broke up about a month ago and she's been staying with friends. Basically bouncing around. She was living with her boyfriend and now that they broke up, well I guess you could kind of say that she is homeless.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Offered her a room. But in a way I honestly hope that she doesn't take me up on that offer. Why? She's hitting her 'prime' as she puts it. Single, young and hot. And drunk. Often, it seems.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Been there done that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But if she needs a place to stay, then she has it. She did it for me once. Plus she's a friend. And no. Not worried about any problems with her as in sex.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We're just friends. I can control myself. Honestly. Probably. Hmm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope she doesn't take me up on the offer. Sober. Ya, no problem. Drunk? Hmmm. I am only so strong if she weak. (Laugh)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She drinks a lot. She likes to be doing things. Anything. Anytime. Slightly hyper active. Slightly crazy. But then that's partly why I like her. Partly why we're friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know she had this piece of crap trunk. Total garbage. The kind of truck that has so many dents in it that it actually started to look nice(?) The thing got hit and run 2 times, with one of her previous boyfriends she crashed into a tree doing boyfriend/girlfriend things you shouldn't be doing while driving and it happened to be victim of one of her shopping cart 'moods'. Then during one of her 'moods' she literally chopped off the cab and finger painted hands of yellows, pinks, reds and oranges against the baby blue truck. It became a sunbed. She got sooo fried. J-, I'll call her J-.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8864388-109877761471700879?l=gradworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gradworld.blogspot.com/feeds/109877761471700879/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8864388&amp;postID=109877761471700879' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8864388/posts/default/109877761471700879'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8864388/posts/default/109877761471700879'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gradworld.blogspot.com/2004/10/new-development.html' title='A New Development'/><author><name>BulldogGrad</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07851418475074113007</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-8864388.post-109875129085384088</id><published>2004-10-25T17:33:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2004-10-25T18:15:58.103-07:00</updated><title type='text'>What to do...</title><content type='html'>Hello Everyone Out there...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Always been told to be nice and polite always... But especially when needing a favor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What does one do when ones friend's girlfriend seems to be coming on to one? I've been having situations of late with my friend's girlfriend flirting a little bit to much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, I am not a prune. I mean, I take all things with a grain of salt as the saying goes. But this is more than a grain of salt. Seems to be a whole shipment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What leads me to believe that an attractive woman is coming on to me? Well, there's the fact that she grabbed my butt on the way to the shower when I was wearing only a towel saying "Nice ass". That she entered my room at night right before I was going to bed and had a five minute or conversation with me standing naked; somewhat frozen by the intrusion. That all this happened in just a few days?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't know what to do. I'll probably just wait it out and see what happens. I don't want to bring it up to my friend. That would cause problems. I don't want to bring it up to her because if I am wrong, I'll look sooooo stupid. If I'm right.... then what?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8864388-109875129085384088?l=gradworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gradworld.blogspot.com/feeds/109875129085384088/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8864388&amp;postID=109875129085384088' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8864388/posts/default/109875129085384088'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8864388/posts/default/109875129085384088'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gradworld.blogspot.com/2004/10/what-to-do.html' title='What to do...'/><author><name>BulldogGrad</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07851418475074113007</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-8864388.post-109866810313906324</id><published>2004-10-24T18:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-10-24T18:35:03.140-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My First Blog</title><content type='html'>So this is the new world of blogs!&lt;br /&gt;Hello World!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8864388-109866810313906324?l=gradworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gradworld.blogspot.com/feeds/109866810313906324/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8864388&amp;postID=109866810313906324' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8864388/posts/default/109866810313906324'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8864388/posts/default/109866810313906324'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gradworld.blogspot.com/2004/10/my-first-blog.html' title='My First Blog'/><author><name>BulldogGrad</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07851418475074113007</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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></feed>
