<?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-6336158</id><updated>2011-04-21T14:09:47.978-04:00</updated><title type='text'>the brown eyed girl...</title><subtitle type='html'>Van Morrison said it BEST!!!</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thebrowneyedgirl.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6336158/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thebrowneyedgirl.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Melissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16263837369520202597</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>26</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6336158.post-107766667272468277</id><published>2004-02-24T18:47:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-02-24T18:59:47.390-05:00</updated><title type='text'>change</title><summary type='text'>i am changing from blogspot to xanga....my new blog will be http://www.xanga.com/home.aspx?user=the_browneyedgirl</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6336158/posts/default/107766667272468277'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6336158/posts/default/107766667272468277'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thebrowneyedgirl.blogspot.com/2004_02_01_archive.html#107766667272468277' title='change'/><author><name>Melissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16263837369520202597</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6336158.post-107763500943662473</id><published>2004-02-24T09:30:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-02-24T10:06:17.436-05:00</updated><title type='text'>"you got 5 seconds...</title><summary type='text'>to make out with me...if you don't make out with me in 5 seconds...it's OVER!!"  Ryan Teen Sensations response at dinner last night to Billy's question of what do I say to G-Red when we have "the talk".  Man that was funny!  We had such a good time last night...our table consisted of katie, billy, dixon, ryan, and me!!!  since PE class was cancelled today I am in the middle of watching Regis </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6336158/posts/default/107763500943662473'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6336158/posts/default/107763500943662473'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thebrowneyedgirl.blogspot.com/2004_02_01_archive.html#107763500943662473' title='&quot;you got 5 seconds...'/><author><name>Melissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16263837369520202597</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6336158.post-107757095714460440</id><published>2004-02-23T15:47:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-02-23T16:18:43.950-05:00</updated><title type='text'>good discussions...</title><summary type='text'>This weekend was very interesting for me...fun but interesting.  Get ready for a blow by blow commentary on the weekend....When I got home Friday I just chilled til me and my mom made dinner.  After cleaning up from dinner, my  dad and I shot upstairs to play as many games of pool as possible before we pass out.  p.s. I NEVER EVER EVER BEAT MY DAD!!!  I was particularly on my A game and was </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6336158/posts/default/107757095714460440'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6336158/posts/default/107757095714460440'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thebrowneyedgirl.blogspot.com/2004_02_01_archive.html#107757095714460440' title='good discussions...'/><author><name>Melissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16263837369520202597</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6336158.post-107724919675758768</id><published>2004-02-19T22:37:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-02-19T22:57:38.340-05:00</updated><title type='text'>HAPPY BIRTHDAY KAT!!!</title><summary type='text'>I would like to start out saying Happy Birthday to my good friend Katherine Jones!!! Have a good one my friend...in fact have a splendid one!!!  I went over to the Rumley Center tonight to help celebrate my friend Kat's birthday...it was good times..I mean I got chocolate cake and ice cream!!! My belly says thank you heather P.  Sorry Kat that all I had was a redneck homemade card for ya, I would</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6336158/posts/default/107724919675758768'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6336158/posts/default/107724919675758768'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thebrowneyedgirl.blogspot.com/2004_02_01_archive.html#107724919675758768' title='HAPPY BIRTHDAY KAT!!!'/><author><name>Melissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16263837369520202597</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6336158.post-107704275926861791</id><published>2004-02-17T13:09:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-02-17T13:36:31.936-05:00</updated><title type='text'>....I'm a retard...</title><summary type='text'>In case you didn't get that title...(it's from Tommy Boy)   Just ask Jay Brown...he can quote the entire movie to you and sound just like Chris Farley.  Needless to say, we had a  good dinner.  Nothing but quoting movies, a favorite past time of mine!!  I know that comes as a shocker to most of you!So I figured it was about time to share another part of  my infinite wisdom with you ladies and </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6336158/posts/default/107704275926861791'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6336158/posts/default/107704275926861791'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thebrowneyedgirl.blogspot.com/2004_02_01_archive.html#107704275926861791' title='....I&apos;m a retard...'/><author><name>Melissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16263837369520202597</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6336158.post-107668866963229552</id><published>2004-02-13T10:47:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-02-13T11:13:42.450-05:00</updated><title type='text'>the spiral of death...</title><summary type='text'>I got  up this morning at the butt crack of dawn (6:15) and went to breakfast after I got ready.  Then I went to State and local Government at 8:00, my 9:30 was cancelled and I skipped CEP so that I could take the fout to the airport.  We were in the parking deck and I couldn't find anything on like the first 3 levels so knowing me I get angry and just go up to the top deck (7th floor) and find a</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6336158/posts/default/107668866963229552'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6336158/posts/default/107668866963229552'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thebrowneyedgirl.blogspot.com/2004_02_01_archive.html#107668866963229552' title='the spiral of death...'/><author><name>Melissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16263837369520202597</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6336158.post-107654796877137824</id><published>2004-02-11T19:40:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-02-11T20:08:39.420-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Romans 8:31</title><summary type='text'>I just realized over the past couple of days when I am having a hard time with something or someone this verse always comes back to me and gets me through whatever I am going through!  For those of you that are too lazy to look up the verse in your own Bible here it is for ya..."What can we say about such wonderful things as these?  If God i s for us, who canever be against us?"  Amen...enough </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6336158/posts/default/107654796877137824'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6336158/posts/default/107654796877137824'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thebrowneyedgirl.blogspot.com/2004_02_01_archive.html#107654796877137824' title='Romans 8:31'/><author><name>Melissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16263837369520202597</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6336158.post-107644419069891149</id><published>2004-02-10T15:07:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-02-10T15:18:59.513-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Back by popular demand...</title><summary type='text'>Sorry folks for the long haitus from the blogging...it has been a crazy last couple of days!! I have had so much work to do and so many test it is not even funny..i mean in fact..i just got out of one of those mammajammas!!!  Today we had our education convocation and it was really weird to see many of my close friends up there in their cap and gown on their first step to graduation...</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6336158/posts/default/107644419069891149'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6336158/posts/default/107644419069891149'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thebrowneyedgirl.blogspot.com/2004_02_01_archive.html#107644419069891149' title='Back by popular demand...'/><author><name>Melissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16263837369520202597</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6336158.post-107595607524810272</id><published>2004-02-04T23:32:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-02-04T23:43:36.110-05:00</updated><title type='text'>your love is amazing...</title><summary type='text'>steady and unchanging...MAN OH MAN...God has blessed me so much in the last two days.  I had another great day today!! I mean what could be better than sleeping in til 9:30 then going to lunch, 2 classes and straight chillin' til I went to crusade tonight, which p.s. God always speaks to me in crusade..it doesn't matter what the subject is or who is speaking..I always come out of there with </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6336158/posts/default/107595607524810272'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6336158/posts/default/107595607524810272'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thebrowneyedgirl.blogspot.com/2004_02_01_archive.html#107595607524810272' title='your love is amazing...'/><author><name>Melissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16263837369520202597</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6336158.post-107586995585410365</id><published>2004-02-03T23:28:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-02-03T23:56:07.546-05:00</updated><title type='text'>well blow me down...</title><summary type='text'>so today was a good, GOod, GOOD day!!! Took a test in state and local government, she-man didn't show up for class, cep, lunch, curriculum (my favorite class EVER), Music, dinner, and cell group.  It was a busy day but wonderful.  I ate dinner by myself tonight just to find out that everyone I was waiting on were in the back room in the cafeteria...oh that is hilarious.  but you know what I </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6336158/posts/default/107586995585410365'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6336158/posts/default/107586995585410365'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thebrowneyedgirl.blogspot.com/2004_02_01_archive.html#107586995585410365' title='well blow me down...'/><author><name>Melissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16263837369520202597</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6336158.post-107576103853975276</id><published>2004-02-02T17:15:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-02-02T17:32:56.296-05:00</updated><title type='text'>he was on fire...but man that was funny...</title><summary type='text'>this weekend was great.  Katie came home with me.  We did absolutely as little as possible.  Haha.  There was A LOT of pool playing  during the course of the weekend.  She was able to meet my dysfunctional immediate family!! not all 50 some of them but maybe 20 or so.  It was good times.  The superbowl party at my uncle's was a bit of a flop because everyone was sick or had to go back to school..</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6336158/posts/default/107576103853975276'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6336158/posts/default/107576103853975276'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thebrowneyedgirl.blogspot.com/2004_02_01_archive.html#107576103853975276' title='he was on fire...but man that was funny...'/><author><name>Melissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16263837369520202597</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6336158.post-107549210739503602</id><published>2004-01-30T14:40:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-01-30T14:50:40.623-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Uncle Jesse</title><summary type='text'>here's something random for ya...when I was packing up to go home this afternoon...I ran across a couple of pictures of Uncle Jesse!! Now that guy had some GOOOOOD hair!!now he is the EPITOME of coolness!!!</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6336158/posts/default/107549210739503602'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6336158/posts/default/107549210739503602'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thebrowneyedgirl.blogspot.com/2004_01_01_archive.html#107549210739503602' title='Uncle Jesse'/><author><name>Melissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16263837369520202597</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6336158.post-107542165126181769</id><published>2004-01-29T18:33:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-01-29T19:16:23.840-05:00</updated><title type='text'>could I be wearing anymore clothes?</title><summary type='text'>yeah so I thought today was going to be freezing since the previous week it  was in the 30's all day.  I decided this morning to wear 2 long sleeve shirts and a coat....man what a moron!! I was about to burn up all day long!  I should really start looking at the weather more often.  I have my first quiz tomorrow for OLD LADY DAVENPORT! I am not sure about that class yet (educational psychology)</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6336158/posts/default/107542165126181769'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6336158/posts/default/107542165126181769'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thebrowneyedgirl.blogspot.com/2004_01_01_archive.html#107542165126181769' title='could I be wearing anymore clothes?'/><author><name>Melissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16263837369520202597</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6336158.post-107532809136818350</id><published>2004-01-28T17:01:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-01-28T17:17:02.450-05:00</updated><title type='text'>lunch trays??</title><summary type='text'>sorry that I haven't posted anything in awhile.  I have been having too much FREAKIN' fun.  Campbell has cancelled classes two days in a row, that has to be some kind of record!!! But I have been living it up!! Tuesday a group of us went sledding.  We had good times.  Yes, we stole cafeteria trays and decided to go to Keith Hills country club and try out the fairways.  man you could really </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6336158/posts/default/107532809136818350'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6336158/posts/default/107532809136818350'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thebrowneyedgirl.blogspot.com/2004_01_01_archive.html#107532809136818350' title='lunch trays??'/><author><name>Melissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16263837369520202597</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6336158.post-107513917199038572</id><published>2004-01-26T12:12:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-01-26T12:48:19.653-05:00</updated><title type='text'>slip and slide...</title><summary type='text'>my title says it all folks.  It is like a FREAKIN' slip and slide out there, especially when you only have tennis shoes to walk in.  crazy stuff.  I definitely think it was the worst last night when coming back from the mckay house (explanation later).  I took one step out of the mckay house and I slid all the way back to kitchin!!! Fun times, Fun times!!!Ok so last night, I went to the mckay </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6336158/posts/default/107513917199038572'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6336158/posts/default/107513917199038572'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thebrowneyedgirl.blogspot.com/2004_01_01_archive.html#107513917199038572' title='slip and slide...'/><author><name>Melissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16263837369520202597</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6336158.post-107482385442440004</id><published>2004-01-22T20:51:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-01-22T21:55:39.936-05:00</updated><title type='text'>excuse me, little old lady...</title><summary type='text'>yeah so today was very eventful!!  I was almost run over by a little old lady in a car when I was crossing the street with Michelle to go to dinner at shizouse.  It was pretty scary...I mean if I would have had one more step to take...I would be a goner!!  She scared the CRAP out of me and I think it scared "the little girl" (Michelle) too.  She says I am not allowed to walk across the street by </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6336158/posts/default/107482385442440004'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6336158/posts/default/107482385442440004'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thebrowneyedgirl.blogspot.com/2004_01_01_archive.html#107482385442440004' title='excuse me, little old lady...'/><author><name>Melissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16263837369520202597</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6336158.post-107474324558205090</id><published>2004-01-21T22:40:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-01-21T23:00:59.233-05:00</updated><title type='text'>oh my sides hurt...</title><summary type='text'>I DON'T THINK I HAVE EVER LAUGHED SO HARD AS I DID TONIGHT AT CRUSADE.  LISA DEAN MIGHT JUST BE ONE OF THE FUNNIEST PEOPLE I HAVE EVER MET!!! LET ME EXPLAIN....WHEN WE WERE WALKING OUT THE DOOR TONIGHT...SHE YELLS AT BETTY, " BYE BETTY BOOBIE!!!" I THINK I MIGHT HAVE SOILED MY PANTS RIGHT THEN AND THERE.  THAT GIRLS IS AWESOME!!! I had a great day today, full of laughs and smiles.  I got a </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6336158/posts/default/107474324558205090'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6336158/posts/default/107474324558205090'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thebrowneyedgirl.blogspot.com/2004_01_01_archive.html#107474324558205090' title='oh my sides hurt...'/><author><name>Melissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16263837369520202597</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6336158.post-107470079615270485</id><published>2004-01-21T10:31:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-01-21T15:53:13.326-05:00</updated><title type='text'>you've got to admit it's getting better...getting better all the time!!!</title><summary type='text'>hi...so this is about yesterday.  It started out as a BAD day...I was pretty P-Oed at my PE for elementary teachers professor. Yeah, apparantley we should only look at education and what each candidate for presidential election stands on education...not whether they are pro-life or pro-choice or whether they want to take over the world...but what are their plans for education in the future....</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6336158/posts/default/107470079615270485'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6336158/posts/default/107470079615270485'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thebrowneyedgirl.blogspot.com/2004_01_01_archive.html#107470079615270485' title='you&apos;ve got to admit it&apos;s getting better...getting better all the time!!!'/><author><name>Melissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16263837369520202597</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6336158.post-107457213116306829</id><published>2004-01-19T23:04:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-01-19T23:17:30.280-05:00</updated><title type='text'>it's a good thing...</title><summary type='text'>It's a good thing I have a lot of patience and can deal with stressful situations.  God works in mysterious ways....Awesome....but mysterious!! I went to Fayettenam today to get our girls some Bible study books...they only had 1...We needed 10.  needless to say I was not too happy! But it is ok.  Everything will work out.I am sooo excited about our cell group this semester...it is going to be </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6336158/posts/default/107457213116306829'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6336158/posts/default/107457213116306829'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thebrowneyedgirl.blogspot.com/2004_01_01_archive.html#107457213116306829' title='it&apos;s a good thing...'/><author><name>Melissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16263837369520202597</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6336158.post-107447366807439221</id><published>2004-01-18T19:41:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-01-18T19:56:25.810-05:00</updated><title type='text'>2 crazy nights...</title><summary type='text'>HOLY COW!! This weekend was absolutely nuts.  When I got home friday my parents were waiting for me to go see my brother and sister-in-law and take them out to eat for my bro's birthday.  We went to the Bamboo Club in Raleigh...which was some freakin' wicked food!!  holy smokes I wanted to just insert the food into my veins and cut out the middle man....it was awesome.  I ended up going back to </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6336158/posts/default/107447366807439221'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6336158/posts/default/107447366807439221'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thebrowneyedgirl.blogspot.com/2004_01_01_archive.html#107447366807439221' title='2 crazy nights...'/><author><name>Melissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16263837369520202597</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6336158.post-107426824614293786</id><published>2004-01-16T10:43:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-01-16T10:52:39.903-05:00</updated><title type='text'>home, home on the range...</title><summary type='text'>yo yo yo!! I am getting ready to go home for the weekend, well after lunch and educational psychology class.  I can't wait.  I am ready to go hang out with my hommies from home and the family.  I had the weirdest dream last night, which was about something that happened to me senior year in high school but in the dream it happened to someone else.  Senior year, I was going to go on spring break</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6336158/posts/default/107426824614293786'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6336158/posts/default/107426824614293786'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thebrowneyedgirl.blogspot.com/2004_01_01_archive.html#107426824614293786' title='home, home on the range...'/><author><name>Melissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16263837369520202597</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6336158.post-107422338043975075</id><published>2004-01-15T22:15:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-01-15T22:44:45.983-05:00</updated><title type='text'>OH what a night...</title><summary type='text'>holy crap!! yeah so me, katie and the fout went to wendy's tonight (which by the way is the 2 best fast food restaurant only to Bojangles) and it was complete madness.  Mr. Miyagi (or however you spell that) was definitley behind me...         as told to me by the wendy's worker... we also come to the conclusion that katie should be a matchmaker for her profession.  The Mr. Miyagi lady also </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6336158/posts/default/107422338043975075'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6336158/posts/default/107422338043975075'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thebrowneyedgirl.blogspot.com/2004_01_01_archive.html#107422338043975075' title='OH what a night...'/><author><name>Melissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16263837369520202597</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6336158.post-107421046894177875</id><published>2004-01-15T18:42:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-01-15T18:52:51.093-05:00</updated><title type='text'>GO TARHEELS!!</title><summary type='text'>sweet fancy moses I figured it out!!! "I AM THE SMARTEST MAN ALIVE!"</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6336158/posts/default/107421046894177875'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6336158/posts/default/107421046894177875'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thebrowneyedgirl.blogspot.com/2004_01_01_archive.html#107421046894177875' title='GO TARHEELS!!'/><author><name>Melissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16263837369520202597</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6336158.post-107420731041939258</id><published>2004-01-15T17:54:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-01-15T17:57:42.263-05:00</updated><title type='text'>wait for it...</title><summary type='text'>wait for it.....nope not yet!</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6336158/posts/default/107420731041939258'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6336158/posts/default/107420731041939258'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thebrowneyedgirl.blogspot.com/2004_01_01_archive.html#107420731041939258' title='wait for it...'/><author><name>Melissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16263837369520202597</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6336158.post-107420702297590847</id><published>2004-01-15T17:40:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-01-15T17:59:49.216-05:00</updated><title type='text'>the walk of shame...</title><summary type='text'>A thing i like to call "the walk of shame".  My roommate michelle and i came to the conclusion tonight that the one thing that we hate about eating at shizouse is the walk back to kitchin.  We seem to be two fine looking hunnies to some guys!! All they do is hoop and holla while we walk.  As a consequence of these for mentioned actions we hold our heads down and walk at a freakishly fast pace!! </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6336158/posts/default/107420702297590847'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6336158/posts/default/107420702297590847'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thebrowneyedgirl.blogspot.com/2004_01_01_archive.html#107420702297590847' title='the walk of shame...'/><author><name>Melissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16263837369520202597</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6336158.post-107420266544943267</id><published>2004-01-15T16:36:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-01-15T16:39:38.496-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>yaay!!! I finally got a journal!!! wahoo...now you can all enjoy my ingenius thoughts!!!</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6336158/posts/default/107420266544943267'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6336158/posts/default/107420266544943267'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thebrowneyedgirl.blogspot.com/2004_01_01_archive.html#107420266544943267' title=''/><author><name>Melissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16263837369520202597</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry></feed>
