<?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-5416363</id><updated>2011-04-21T17:35:08.525-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The Pink Princess</title><subtitle type='html'>The thoughts and ideas of a pink- loving Princess.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinkprincess0602.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5416363/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkprincess0602.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5416363/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Ali</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13474190727319526939</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>201</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5416363.post-115948075023586009</id><published>2006-09-28T16:52:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-09-28T16:59:10.246-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>UpdateI haven't posted in quite awhile.  I'm back in College Station and living with Em.  Our apartment slopes like nobody's buisness but the price is right.  I am convinced that one day Em's room will fall off of the building.  We do get free HBO. The dress is bought.  Not in yet but it is bought.  I've been keeping it under wraps.  I didn't even tell Gary for a few weeks after I bought it.  And</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5416363/posts/default/115948075023586009'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5416363/posts/default/115948075023586009'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkprincess0602.blogspot.com/2006_09_01_archive.html#115948075023586009' title=''/><author><name>Ali</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13474190727319526939</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-5416363.post-115248363776408135</id><published>2006-07-09T17:19:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-07-09T17:20:37.776-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>News Date and place down only everything to go.  Ask me for details.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5416363/posts/default/115248363776408135'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5416363/posts/default/115248363776408135'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkprincess0602.blogspot.com/2006_07_01_archive.html#115248363776408135' title=''/><author><name>Ali</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13474190727319526939</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-5416363.post-114625856610267418</id><published>2006-04-28T16:09:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-04-28T16:09:26.180-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I got my Aggie Ring!  WHOOP!</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5416363/posts/default/114625856610267418'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5416363/posts/default/114625856610267418'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkprincess0602.blogspot.com/2006_04_01_archive.html#114625856610267418' title=''/><author><name>Ali</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13474190727319526939</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-5416363.post-114472451271876665</id><published>2006-04-10T21:57:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-04-10T22:01:52.740-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>What's the buzz, tell me what's a happenin'So Easter is almost here again.  This year we are adding another egg hunt competitor.  I've just got a few words: The boys are going down.  No outsiders can come in and sweep us.  HA!  I wish I could find my Jesus Christ Superstar soundtrack.  I don't know what I did with it.  We are coloring eggs on Friday.  I make the ugliest eggs.  I hold the record.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5416363/posts/default/114472451271876665'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5416363/posts/default/114472451271876665'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkprincess0602.blogspot.com/2006_04_01_archive.html#114472451271876665' title=''/><author><name>Ali</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13474190727319526939</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-5416363.post-114384938714670749</id><published>2006-03-31T17:53:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-03-31T17:56:27.160-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>One down, a lifetime to goSo it has been nearly a month of being "engaged."  I don't know what to say about it.  People ooh and ahh over you.  They uncomfortably stare at your hand instead of just asking to see it.  That is a mostly boy practice.  It's very exciting and stressful.  You'd be surprised how many people expect you to have a full wedding planned an hour after you get asked.  And the </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5416363/posts/default/114384938714670749'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5416363/posts/default/114384938714670749'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkprincess0602.blogspot.com/2006_03_01_archive.html#114384938714670749' title=''/><author><name>Ali</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13474190727319526939</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-5416363.post-114350281574232993</id><published>2006-03-27T17:36:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-03-27T17:40:15.753-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Donna Martin GraduatesI'm proud to say I watched 90210.  I used to be forced to watch it by my sister but then I grew to love it.  (I still remember when she would get "grounded" from 90210)  My point is that I have seen Tori Spelling (Donna) throughout the years.  She's gone from skinny blonde with bird like features to dark brown hair to a reddish hair all in that ten year period.  My favorite </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5416363/posts/default/114350281574232993'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5416363/posts/default/114350281574232993'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkprincess0602.blogspot.com/2006_03_01_archive.html#114350281574232993' title=''/><author><name>Ali</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13474190727319526939</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-5416363.post-114343870749989529</id><published>2006-03-26T23:46:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-03-26T23:51:47.510-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Why is it...Why is it that when you drink a Frappuccino from Starbucks the whip cream leaves that film on the roof of your mouth?Why is it that it only rains on Mondays, Wednesdays and Fridays when I have to walk to West Campus?Why is it that iPod ear buds seem to be too big for my ear cannal?  Am I a freak?Why is it that I find it impossible to sleep on Sunday nights?Why is it that I don't </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5416363/posts/default/114343870749989529'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5416363/posts/default/114343870749989529'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkprincess0602.blogspot.com/2006_03_01_archive.html#114343870749989529' title=''/><author><name>Ali</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13474190727319526939</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-5416363.post-114301499341265951</id><published>2006-03-22T02:05:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-03-22T02:09:53.426-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>It's All About the Hamiltons BabyWhile many of you were out partying, puking and have a general good time over Spring Break I was being more productive.  I worked and studied.  But I didn't just study for class, I studied for the most important test of my life, the Dental Admission Test.  Ugh, even the sound of that makes me shudder.  After cramming three years worth of science into my head all I</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5416363/posts/default/114301499341265951'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5416363/posts/default/114301499341265951'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkprincess0602.blogspot.com/2006_03_01_archive.html#114301499341265951' title=''/><author><name>Ali</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13474190727319526939</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-5416363.post-114162501773090802</id><published>2006-03-06T00:03:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-03-06T00:03:37.743-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>For more extensive photos go here</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5416363/posts/default/114162501773090802'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5416363/posts/default/114162501773090802'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkprincess0602.blogspot.com/2006_03_01_archive.html#114162501773090802' title=''/><author><name>Ali</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13474190727319526939</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-5416363.post-114162220331605752</id><published>2006-03-05T23:16:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-03-05T23:16:43.320-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Walking there just before I was blindfolded with Matt and my fish escorts that met me at the door.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5416363/posts/default/114162220331605752'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5416363/posts/default/114162220331605752'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkprincess0602.blogspot.com/2006_03_01_archive.html#114162220331605752' title=''/><author><name>Ali</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13474190727319526939</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-5416363.post-114162210581210055</id><published>2006-03-05T23:15:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-03-05T23:15:05.906-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>After the sabre arch at the top of the Systems building stairs.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5416363/posts/default/114162210581210055'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5416363/posts/default/114162210581210055'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkprincess0602.blogspot.com/2006_03_01_archive.html#114162210581210055' title=''/><author><name>Ali</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13474190727319526939</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-5416363.post-114160774419266946</id><published>2006-03-05T19:15:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-03-05T19:15:44.196-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Around 300 candles filled the steps of the building with rose petals up the middle.  </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5416363/posts/default/114160774419266946'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5416363/posts/default/114160774419266946'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkprincess0602.blogspot.com/2006_03_01_archive.html#114160774419266946' title=''/><author><name>Ali</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13474190727319526939</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-5416363.post-114160765319675895</id><published>2006-03-05T19:14:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-03-05T19:14:15.890-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Rumor has it we're engaged.  And it's true.  It happened Friday at the Systems building.  </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5416363/posts/default/114160765319675895'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5416363/posts/default/114160765319675895'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkprincess0602.blogspot.com/2006_03_01_archive.html#114160765319675895' title=''/><author><name>Ali</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13474190727319526939</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-5416363.post-114110744940831437</id><published>2006-02-28T00:15:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-02-28T00:17:29.420-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Happy Birthday Mommy! And a Happy Fat Tuesday to all.  I wish I was eating some good paczi today but I am no longer living in Chicago therefore nobody knows what I am talking about.  Note to self:  Need to take a trip to Chicago to eat soon.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5416363/posts/default/114110744940831437'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5416363/posts/default/114110744940831437'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkprincess0602.blogspot.com/2006_02_01_archive.html#114110744940831437' title=''/><author><name>Ali</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13474190727319526939</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-5416363.post-114102639378826824</id><published>2006-02-27T01:46:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-02-27T01:46:33.846-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Has it been a good couple of days? Yes.  Has some, SOME stress been lifted off my shoulders?  Yes.  Feeling good.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5416363/posts/default/114102639378826824'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5416363/posts/default/114102639378826824'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkprincess0602.blogspot.com/2006_02_01_archive.html#114102639378826824' title=''/><author><name>Ali</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13474190727319526939</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-5416363.post-114076388556056867</id><published>2006-02-24T00:50:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-02-24T00:51:25.570-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>"Communication. It's the first thing we really learn in life. Funny thing is, once we grow up, learn our words and really start talking the harder it becomes to know what to say. Or how to ask for what we really need."-Meredith Grey</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5416363/posts/default/114076388556056867'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5416363/posts/default/114076388556056867'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkprincess0602.blogspot.com/2006_02_01_archive.html#114076388556056867' title=''/><author><name>Ali</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13474190727319526939</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-5416363.post-114066227269322973</id><published>2006-02-22T20:37:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-02-22T20:37:52.733-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Are there even words to describe this photo?  I'm just glad he put on a little weight... and hair.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5416363/posts/default/114066227269322973'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5416363/posts/default/114066227269322973'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkprincess0602.blogspot.com/2006_02_01_archive.html#114066227269322973' title=''/><author><name>Ali</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13474190727319526939</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-5416363.post-114058439489435543</id><published>2006-02-21T22:56:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-02-21T22:59:54.903-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>What I learn in GeneticsThe crazy things I learn in genetics.  There is this crazy village in the Dominican Republic where there is a mutation in some males.  They are born XY (male) but look female in genitalia and are raised so but at at 12 they become male.  So they are raised until 12 thinking they are female.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5416363/posts/default/114058439489435543'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5416363/posts/default/114058439489435543'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkprincess0602.blogspot.com/2006_02_01_archive.html#114058439489435543' title=''/><author><name>Ali</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13474190727319526939</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-5416363.post-114057879035657300</id><published>2006-02-21T21:26:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-02-21T21:26:30.386-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>A colorful drawing to reflect my current attitude.  Should I be doing something more constructive, probably, but it's more fun to make drawings in paint.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5416363/posts/default/114057879035657300'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5416363/posts/default/114057879035657300'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkprincess0602.blogspot.com/2006_02_01_archive.html#114057879035657300' title=''/><author><name>Ali</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13474190727319526939</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-5416363.post-114015591652388562</id><published>2006-02-16T23:50:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-02-16T23:58:36.540-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>10 Things You Don't Know About Me (maybe)1.  One of my best friends growing up was a dog named Aggie2.  I went through a "dalmation" period in my life where black and white ruled.3.  I have a extensive troll collection.  And, yes, they were all named after derivatives of "Bon Jovi"4.  I broke both of my arms at once five days before my forth birthday.5.  I fell off the fence surrounding the Rec </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5416363/posts/default/114015591652388562'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5416363/posts/default/114015591652388562'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkprincess0602.blogspot.com/2006_02_01_archive.html#114015591652388562' title=''/><author><name>Ali</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13474190727319526939</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-5416363.post-114004197229096037</id><published>2006-02-15T16:19:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-02-15T16:19:32.353-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Rufus, my favorire bull terrier won Westminster.  He's the cutest dog with the most personality in the show.  </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5416363/posts/default/114004197229096037'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5416363/posts/default/114004197229096037'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkprincess0602.blogspot.com/2006_02_01_archive.html#114004197229096037' title=''/><author><name>Ali</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13474190727319526939</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-5416363.post-113997589464717804</id><published>2006-02-14T21:49:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-02-14T21:58:14.656-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Recently in the LifeMy path toward dentistry has been progressing.  I finally registered for the DAT today.  Scary.  My file is nearly done.  I just have a few more letters to obtain.  It's crazy thinking that I may be interviewing within six months. Only 70 days until my Aggie Ring is on my finger.  I remember when it was over 100.  If these weeks keep continuing with such speed it should be </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5416363/posts/default/113997589464717804'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5416363/posts/default/113997589464717804'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkprincess0602.blogspot.com/2006_02_01_archive.html#113997589464717804' title=''/><author><name>Ali</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13474190727319526939</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-5416363.post-113937474658458750</id><published>2006-02-07T22:57:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-02-07T22:59:06.596-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Oopps...I stand corrected.  There is yet another female court justice.  We're down to one now.  Still bad in my book.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5416363/posts/default/113937474658458750'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5416363/posts/default/113937474658458750'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkprincess0602.blogspot.com/2006_02_01_archive.html#113937474658458750' title=''/><author><name>Ali</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13474190727319526939</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-5416363.post-113892262058633870</id><published>2006-02-02T17:16:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-02-02T17:23:40.596-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Alito confirmed, stock up on TrojansRecently Alito was confirmed to the Supreme Court.  I'm not so sure about this confirmation.  Whereas I am a "republican" I don't think he is the best person to be deciding major court cases.  There are no females on the Supreme Court at this time.  That is an awful thing.  A woman's prespective is needed in the court system.  It will also be a shame if and </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5416363/posts/default/113892262058633870'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5416363/posts/default/113892262058633870'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkprincess0602.blogspot.com/2006_02_01_archive.html#113892262058633870' title=''/><author><name>Ali</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13474190727319526939</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-5416363.post-113877601941564114</id><published>2006-02-01T00:40:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-02-01T00:40:19.420-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>YAY FOR MATT!  Original art by me to commerate the occasion.  Watch out Benjamin Knox.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5416363/posts/default/113877601941564114'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5416363/posts/default/113877601941564114'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkprincess0602.blogspot.com/2006_02_01_archive.html#113877601941564114' title=''/><author><name>Ali</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13474190727319526939</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-5416363.post-113877511981406003</id><published>2006-02-01T00:23:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-02-01T00:25:19.823-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>It's Dr. Richardson to youWell, it's out.  Matt will officially be a doctor.  Congratulations to him for getting into UT Houston.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5416363/posts/default/113877511981406003'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5416363/posts/default/113877511981406003'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkprincess0602.blogspot.com/2006_02_01_archive.html#113877511981406003' title=''/><author><name>Ali</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13474190727319526939</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-5416363.post-113860934504435025</id><published>2006-01-30T02:12:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-01-31T14:27:13.723-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Anxiety is My Middle NameAnxiety and I are old friends and we are only to become closer this semester. I was thinking about the next few months Thursday night and nearly had a nervous breakdown. I will be doing so many things that determine my future in the coming months. I will be taking the DAT, applying to dental school and interviewing along with my normal academic duties. As I type that I </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5416363/posts/default/113860934504435025'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5416363/posts/default/113860934504435025'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkprincess0602.blogspot.com/2006_01_01_archive.html#113860934504435025' title=''/><author><name>Ali</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13474190727319526939</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-5416363.post-113824259636538018</id><published>2006-01-25T20:26:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-01-25T20:29:56.376-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Bad White Boy RappingJust because you own the wife beater it doesn't mean you are able to rap.  Oh my, "K-Fed's" new single PopoZao is awful.  Here listen for yourself.  When I say bad, I mean bad.  Apparently Popozoa is Portugese for something to do with shaking your butt.  I believe that it means it sounds like butt.  I am usually a love/hater for bad pop but this is beyond my means.  Laffy </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5416363/posts/default/113824259636538018'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5416363/posts/default/113824259636538018'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkprincess0602.blogspot.com/2006_01_01_archive.html#113824259636538018' title=''/><author><name>Ali</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13474190727319526939</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-5416363.post-113770565432657331</id><published>2006-01-19T15:16:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-01-24T16:07:40.220-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>The NewsThe big news of the semester, my Aggie Ring. Only 97 pain-staking days left. I finally ordered it today. It was anti-climatic. I knew exactly what size I needed. It was basically a formality. But over $300 later I'll be recieving it on April 27th.I've been utterly bored all week and this is about the only exciting thing happening lately. This semester should be slightly less than exciting</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5416363/posts/default/113770565432657331'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5416363/posts/default/113770565432657331'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkprincess0602.blogspot.com/2006_01_01_archive.html#113770565432657331' title=''/><author><name>Ali</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13474190727319526939</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-5416363.post-113752974106823579</id><published>2006-01-17T14:25:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-01-17T14:29:01.083-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>It's 2006?When did 2006 get here?  Boy do I feel old. In more exciting news, I got a ch-ch-chia!  The professor head.  Ironically it looks like my botany prof. This is going to be a massive non-academic semester for me.  I'm getting my paperwork ready to apply to dental school.  Trying to find time to study for the DAT is getting impossible.  I get my Aggie Ring in about 99 days.  I get to order </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5416363/posts/default/113752974106823579'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5416363/posts/default/113752974106823579'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkprincess0602.blogspot.com/2006_01_01_archive.html#113752974106823579' title=''/><author><name>Ali</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13474190727319526939</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-5416363.post-113445962912440296</id><published>2005-12-13T01:33:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-12-13T01:40:29.136-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Hidden Talents (and I'm not talking playing the harmonica with my nose)Everyone is born with the aptitude to do something well.  Some people can play the trumpet well, others are naturally good at school.  Me?  I can detect what is in a present before opening it.  I go and check Gary's mail the other day.  He had a package and he said not to open any packages.  Translation: It's for you.  So I go</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5416363/posts/default/113445962912440296'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5416363/posts/default/113445962912440296'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkprincess0602.blogspot.com/2005_12_01_archive.html#113445962912440296' title=''/><author><name>Ali</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13474190727319526939</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-5416363.post-113438165304306206</id><published>2005-12-12T03:56:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-12-12T04:00:53.060-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>My past petsSo, it's late.  About 4am.  I'm up watching Nick-at-nite because I can't study any longer but I can't go to sleep either.  And I'm sitting here and I hear the familiar call of my youth.  Cha cha cha chia!  I remember being home sick around the holidays when I was about 7 or 8.  And when we were home sick my mom would move the tv from their bedroom to ours.  I watched tv on and off all</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5416363/posts/default/113438165304306206'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5416363/posts/default/113438165304306206'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkprincess0602.blogspot.com/2005_12_01_archive.html#113438165304306206' title=''/><author><name>Ali</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13474190727319526939</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-5416363.post-113382086195391212</id><published>2005-12-05T16:01:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-12-05T16:14:21.976-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>A Day in the LifeI don't have much to write about.  Just the same old complaints.  People being loud in the library, walking in front of me even though I was walking way faster and with a purpose ect ect.  My life lately has been consumed by school and tests.  As everyone knows I had four last week.  Two Bs, one A and I still don't know about the forth. Thursday was my last test and I was excited</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5416363/posts/default/113382086195391212'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5416363/posts/default/113382086195391212'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkprincess0602.blogspot.com/2005_12_01_archive.html#113382086195391212' title=''/><author><name>Ali</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13474190727319526939</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-5416363.post-113314811457242868</id><published>2005-11-27T21:15:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-11-27T21:21:54.583-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Thanksgiving 2005I had a good weekend.  It all started with skipping Biochem.  That makes for a nice start.  I worked a half a day Wednesday and spent time with the family.  Even though my trip home was punctuated with screaming old ladies at the nursing home.  "Ma'am will you please help me?"  Thanksgiving dinner was good.  The usual talk at dinner, poop and enamas. The t.u. game was awesome.  </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5416363/posts/default/113314811457242868'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5416363/posts/default/113314811457242868'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkprincess0602.blogspot.com/2005_11_01_archive.html#113314811457242868' title=''/><author><name>Ali</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13474190727319526939</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-5416363.post-113267451671535209</id><published>2005-11-22T09:48:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-11-22T09:48:36.750-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>BQ Ball 2005</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5416363/posts/default/113267451671535209'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5416363/posts/default/113267451671535209'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkprincess0602.blogspot.com/2005_11_01_archive.html#113267451671535209' title=''/><author><name>Ali</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13474190727319526939</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-5416363.post-113254938076257590</id><published>2005-11-20T22:54:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-11-20T23:03:00.773-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Wake me up when the semester is overUgh, I'm growing more and more tired of school with every day.  I don't know how much longer I can tolerate undergrad. BQ Ball was pretty good.  Gary didn't bust a move like he did when he was in Oklahoma.  My hair was actually able to be put up.  It was pulled so tightly I'm surprised I didn't look like Joan Rivers. Saturday we went to the Bush Museum to see </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5416363/posts/default/113254938076257590'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5416363/posts/default/113254938076257590'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkprincess0602.blogspot.com/2005_11_01_archive.html#113254938076257590' title=''/><author><name>Ali</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13474190727319526939</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-5416363.post-113200752659396063</id><published>2005-11-14T16:29:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-11-14T16:32:43.683-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>School is poopy.Weekend was better. Cookies, wine, pizza and Sex and the City do make for a good weekend. This weekend, BQ Ball. Ugh, all the preparation. I do remember one BQ Ball where we literally had to force ourselves to get ready.I'm ready for the holidays.P.S. I was totally going to post a horrid picture of bad white boy dancing but I won't.  I'm nice like that.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5416363/posts/default/113200752659396063'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5416363/posts/default/113200752659396063'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkprincess0602.blogspot.com/2005_11_01_archive.html#113200752659396063' title=''/><author><name>Ali</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13474190727319526939</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-5416363.post-113089959026084402</id><published>2005-11-01T20:46:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-11-01T20:46:30.313-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Happy Two Years A &amp; B!  Two whole years... time flew by on that one.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5416363/posts/default/113089959026084402'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5416363/posts/default/113089959026084402'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkprincess0602.blogspot.com/2005_11_01_archive.html#113089959026084402' title=''/><author><name>Ali</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13474190727319526939</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-5416363.post-113074180911842023</id><published>2005-10-31T00:56:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-10-31T00:56:49.163-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Happy Halloween!  This is the pumpkin Gary and I carved.  Well, I did a lot of watching.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5416363/posts/default/113074180911842023'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5416363/posts/default/113074180911842023'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkprincess0602.blogspot.com/2005_10_01_archive.html#113074180911842023' title=''/><author><name>Ali</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13474190727319526939</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-5416363.post-113038964206743270</id><published>2005-10-27T00:00:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-10-27T00:07:22.080-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>A Drought Older Than My Grandfather88 years.  88 years.  It's been too long since us Sox fans have seen this kind of celebration. "In the Windy City, where the Cubs have long been king, Chicago's South Side team for once trumped it's North Side rival, no small feat for the Sox."It's true, it's true.  And they swept!  The Sox swept.  I just feel bad for all those people who went out and spent $15 </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5416363/posts/default/113038964206743270'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5416363/posts/default/113038964206743270'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkprincess0602.blogspot.com/2005_10_01_archive.html#113038964206743270' title=''/><author><name>Ali</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13474190727319526939</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-5416363.post-112978225544851299</id><published>2005-10-19T23:11:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2005-10-20T17:56:10.690-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Sha-na-na-na Sha-na-na-na Hey Hey Hey GoodbyeWhere do I begin?  The year was 1992.  I discovered baseball.  Blame it on the Sandlot or that I lived in Chicago, whatever it was I fell in love with it. I became obsessed with the Chicago White Sox. The only Sox. They were never a really great team while we lived in Chicago. My family and I did see a double header at Comiskey against the Twins (my </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5416363/posts/default/112978225544851299'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5416363/posts/default/112978225544851299'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkprincess0602.blogspot.com/2005_10_01_archive.html#112978225544851299' title=''/><author><name>Ali</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13474190727319526939</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-5416363.post-112951575431833680</id><published>2005-10-16T21:22:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-10-16T21:22:34.420-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Look at that flower.  You're thinking I must have a nice boy friend for buying me these.  You're right, I do.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5416363/posts/default/112951575431833680'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5416363/posts/default/112951575431833680'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkprincess0602.blogspot.com/2005_10_01_archive.html#112951575431833680' title=''/><author><name>Ali</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13474190727319526939</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-5416363.post-112932687457348836</id><published>2005-10-14T16:46:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-10-14T16:54:34.580-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Cellular OverloadSome days, as I walk to my classes and look around at all the people I wish that cell phones were never invented.  The rampant overuse of cell phones is growing by the day.  No one can walk from one class to another these days without having a cell phone glued to their face.  It's the security blanket of my generation (a close second would be the iPod).  We cannot stand to be </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5416363/posts/default/112932687457348836'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5416363/posts/default/112932687457348836'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkprincess0602.blogspot.com/2005_10_01_archive.html#112932687457348836' title=''/><author><name>Ali</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13474190727319526939</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-5416363.post-112901142198439896</id><published>2005-10-11T01:13:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-10-11T01:17:01.990-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>A Shout Out to the B:Don't cha wish your girlfriend was hot like meDon't cha wish your girlfriend was a freak like me (don't cha)Don't cha wish your girlfriend was raw like meDon't cha wish your girlfriend was fun like me (don't cha)Ah, summer, A&amp;B and that ginseng drink.  I'm ready for Bitches and Ho Ho Hoes 2.0.  Bring it on.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5416363/posts/default/112901142198439896'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5416363/posts/default/112901142198439896'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkprincess0602.blogspot.com/2005_10_01_archive.html#112901142198439896' title=''/><author><name>Ali</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13474190727319526939</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-5416363.post-112898794808867600</id><published>2005-10-10T18:45:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-10-10T18:45:48.136-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Emily and I at the Baylor game.  Tan lines?  What tan lines?  And this would be the day that I was on FSN, in a dress, at a football game.  I'm sure people thought I was a silly Aggie.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5416363/posts/default/112898794808867600'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5416363/posts/default/112898794808867600'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkprincess0602.blogspot.com/2005_10_01_archive.html#112898794808867600' title=''/><author><name>Ali</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13474190727319526939</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-5416363.post-112855429959033083</id><published>2005-10-05T18:14:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-10-05T18:18:19.596-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Can I Get A Cold Front?Dear Weather,    It is now October, a month in autumn, and I would like the temperatures to accurately reflect this.  I am tired of walking to class and sweating.  I do not want to be wet and smelly anymore.  I am not asking for much, just a temperature below 90 degrees.  Texas or not this is getting out of hand.  Please do not tease me with fake reports of a cold front </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5416363/posts/default/112855429959033083'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5416363/posts/default/112855429959033083'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkprincess0602.blogspot.com/2005_10_01_archive.html#112855429959033083' title=''/><author><name>Ali</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13474190727319526939</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-5416363.post-112811858897271973</id><published>2005-09-30T17:12:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-10-02T22:44:48.133-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>You Can Call Me Mrs. NerdHe's done it. It's happened. No not that you silly people. Gary has converted me into a nerd. A full blown nerd. It's September 30th, a full twelve weeks before Christmas and I'm listening to Christmas music. And Kenny G Christmas music to make it worse. Ugh, I don't even want to be friends with myself anymore. I'm a hidden nerd, don't get me wrong. You won't find me </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5416363/posts/default/112811858897271973'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5416363/posts/default/112811858897271973'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkprincess0602.blogspot.com/2005_09_01_archive.html#112811858897271973' title=''/><author><name>Ali</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13474190727319526939</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-5416363.post-112805649863221448</id><published>2005-09-30T00:01:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-09-30T00:01:38.633-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Beat the Hell Outta BronchitisI finally went to Beutal today because I spent over an hour last night in bed coughing.  So out of four hours in bed I got less than three hours of sleep.  I have been the "coughing girl" in all of my classes.  I had another coughing fit in my Microbiology lecture today. The verdict: Bronchitis.  She wrote me three perscriptions.  An antiobiotic, a day-time cough </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5416363/posts/default/112805649863221448'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5416363/posts/default/112805649863221448'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkprincess0602.blogspot.com/2005_09_01_archive.html#112805649863221448' title=''/><author><name>Ali</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13474190727319526939</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-5416363.post-112805620247797885</id><published>2005-09-29T23:55:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-09-29T23:56:42.486-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Happy 50th Birthday Daddy!</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5416363/posts/default/112805620247797885'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5416363/posts/default/112805620247797885'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkprincess0602.blogspot.com/2005_09_01_archive.html#112805620247797885' title=''/><author><name>Ali</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13474190727319526939</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-5416363.post-112788423614581871</id><published>2005-09-28T00:05:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-09-28T00:10:36.150-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Microorganisms in My ChestSo, I've got this wonderful little upper respiratory infection.  It started as a stuffy nose about three weeks ago and then it migrated south to my throat and now my lungs.  I have a hacking cough.  And when I finally cough something up, it tastes like green jell-o.  I really like green jell-o so this is disconcerning to me.  My cough pushes me to the point were you </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5416363/posts/default/112788423614581871'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5416363/posts/default/112788423614581871'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkprincess0602.blogspot.com/2005_09_01_archive.html#112788423614581871' title=''/><author><name>Ali</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13474190727319526939</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-5416363.post-112741423675109918</id><published>2005-09-22T13:26:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-09-22T13:37:16.770-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>RitaI remember being little and being scared of every bad storm that came anywhere close to us.  But, I lived in the plains.  I was terrified of tornadoes.  The thought of one being near my home produced four more ulcers.  My best friend and I were notorious worry warts and we always freaked out in bad weather.  I only ever imagined a tornado ruining my life.  The idea of a hurricane was so far </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5416363/posts/default/112741423675109918'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5416363/posts/default/112741423675109918'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkprincess0602.blogspot.com/2005_09_01_archive.html#112741423675109918' title=''/><author><name>Ali</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13474190727319526939</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-5416363.post-112723321192796544</id><published>2005-09-20T11:20:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-09-20T11:20:11.963-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>My gosh, my gosh... Do I look awful.  I felt awful.  A northern bred girl should not be made to stand outside for four hours in hot weather.  Gary and I are sweaty beasts at the SMU Game.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5416363/posts/default/112723321192796544'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5416363/posts/default/112723321192796544'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkprincess0602.blogspot.com/2005_09_01_archive.html#112723321192796544' title=''/><author><name>Ali</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13474190727319526939</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-5416363.post-112675003298367703</id><published>2005-09-14T21:05:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-09-14T21:07:12.986-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>At times like this I wish I had something profound and beautiful to say, but I don't.  All I can do is be a listening ear.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5416363/posts/default/112675003298367703'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5416363/posts/default/112675003298367703'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkprincess0602.blogspot.com/2005_09_01_archive.html#112675003298367703' title=''/><author><name>Ali</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13474190727319526939</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-5416363.post-112622019673593868</id><published>2005-09-08T17:54:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-09-08T17:56:36.743-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Help your Best FriendThe dogs and cats left behind from Katrina need help too.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5416363/posts/default/112622019673593868'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5416363/posts/default/112622019673593868'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkprincess0602.blogspot.com/2005_09_01_archive.html#112622019673593868' title=''/><author><name>Ali</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13474190727319526939</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-5416363.post-112621986300931760</id><published>2005-09-08T17:51:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-09-08T17:51:03.063-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>The saddest picture ever.  I could never leave my dog while I fled a hurricane. </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5416363/posts/default/112621986300931760'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5416363/posts/default/112621986300931760'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkprincess0602.blogspot.com/2005_09_01_archive.html#112621986300931760' title=''/><author><name>Ali</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13474190727319526939</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-5416363.post-112589595702637393</id><published>2005-09-04T23:52:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-09-04T23:52:37.030-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Congratulations Brandt and Jamie!</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5416363/posts/default/112589595702637393'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5416363/posts/default/112589595702637393'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkprincess0602.blogspot.com/2005_09_01_archive.html#112589595702637393' title=''/><author><name>Ali</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13474190727319526939</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-5416363.post-112589548383616953</id><published>2005-09-04T23:37:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-09-04T23:47:49.780-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Labs: the unnessary evilThis semester I will be in a lab of some sort for 10 hours a week. And that doesn't even take into account all the extra outside lab work I will have to do for one silly credit hour. I never learn a thing in lab at all. They waste my time. I learn more in lecture than I do in lab. In my microbiology lab I have four tests and three lab write-ups in addition to the four </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5416363/posts/default/112589548383616953'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5416363/posts/default/112589548383616953'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkprincess0602.blogspot.com/2005_09_01_archive.html#112589548383616953' title=''/><author><name>Ali</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13474190727319526939</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-5416363.post-112528349415663095</id><published>2005-08-28T21:44:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-08-28T21:44:54.163-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Just a cool photo I thought I would post here.  Weird seeing Gary in boots like that.  He's really old.  </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5416363/posts/default/112528349415663095'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5416363/posts/default/112528349415663095'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkprincess0602.blogspot.com/2005_08_01_archive.html#112528349415663095' title=''/><author><name>Ali</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13474190727319526939</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-5416363.post-112528334038479051</id><published>2005-08-28T21:33:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-08-28T21:42:20.390-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>The SummerAll in all my summer was pretty good considering I was so busy.  I learned a lot at the dental office.  And I came away with some pretty crazy stories about some crazy kids.  It was a great experience and I hope to go back to that job at Christmas.  I love it.   It makes me want to be a dentist even more.  Working hands on in the field doesn't make me want to come back to pre-requiste </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5416363/posts/default/112528334038479051'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5416363/posts/default/112528334038479051'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkprincess0602.blogspot.com/2005_08_01_archive.html#112528334038479051' title=''/><author><name>Ali</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13474190727319526939</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-5416363.post-111949831234091689</id><published>2005-06-22T22:41:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-06-22T22:45:12.346-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Busy BeeI've been busier than a one armed paper hanger in a snowstorm this summer.  I am deeply sorry to anyone who has not heard from me since I left College Station.  I'm currently working two jobs and balancing a stressed out boyfriend and finding time to sleep in there too.  Not much is going on here in D-town for me.  The most exciting part of the summer:  I can take X-rays of your teeth.  </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5416363/posts/default/111949831234091689'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5416363/posts/default/111949831234091689'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkprincess0602.blogspot.com/2005_06_01_archive.html#111949831234091689' title=''/><author><name>Ali</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13474190727319526939</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-5416363.post-111473035173630549</id><published>2005-04-28T18:14:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-04-28T18:19:11.736-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Me v. MeI seem to be fighting a battle lately.  A very hard battle.  A battle against my hair.  I'm at that point where I'm not sure what to do with it.  Or if it can even do anything because we all know that I have about four strands of hair.  This probably is a blessing considering I hate hair.  But that's a story for another time.  The issue is to cut or not to cut.  I hate that point where </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5416363/posts/default/111473035173630549'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5416363/posts/default/111473035173630549'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkprincess0602.blogspot.com/2005_04_01_archive.html#111473035173630549' title=''/><author><name>Ali</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13474190727319526939</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-5416363.post-111355024516686534</id><published>2005-04-15T02:30:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2005-04-15T02:30:45.166-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Gary and I at Midnight Yell.  I'm looking a bit chubby.  Time to loose some weight this summer.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5416363/posts/default/111355024516686534'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5416363/posts/default/111355024516686534'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkprincess0602.blogspot.com/2005_04_01_archive.html#111355024516686534' title=''/><author><name>Ali</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13474190727319526939</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-5416363.post-111355020133333624</id><published>2005-04-15T02:30:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-04-15T02:30:01.333-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Gary walking in to Midnight Yell with the torch.  I would be afraid of burning my hair off.  And we all know I don't have much hair to spare.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5416363/posts/default/111355020133333624'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5416363/posts/default/111355020133333624'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkprincess0602.blogspot.com/2005_04_01_archive.html#111355020133333624' title=''/><author><name>Ali</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13474190727319526939</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-5416363.post-111355013500810442</id><published>2005-04-15T02:28:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-04-15T02:28:55.006-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>New Drum Major and new Bugle Rank member.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5416363/posts/default/111355013500810442'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5416363/posts/default/111355013500810442'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkprincess0602.blogspot.com/2005_04_01_archive.html#111355013500810442' title=''/><author><name>Ali</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13474190727319526939</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-5416363.post-111283264263222280</id><published>2005-04-06T19:00:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-04-06T19:10:42.633-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>A&amp;M of ReligionUp until the age of 13 I thought everyone was Catholic.  Then I moved to Texas and found out I was wrong.  People started making comments to me that catholicism "isn't a white religion" or that I was going to hell for not be baptist.  I unfortunately stopped telling people I was different and also that I wasn't born here in Texas.  To make things worse, I also had a ignorant </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5416363/posts/default/111283264263222280'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5416363/posts/default/111283264263222280'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkprincess0602.blogspot.com/2005_04_01_archive.html#111283264263222280' title=''/><author><name>Ali</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13474190727319526939</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-5416363.post-111282915192502538</id><published>2005-04-06T18:11:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-04-06T18:13:27.213-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Congratulations Matt!YAY for Bugle Rank!</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5416363/posts/default/111282915192502538'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5416363/posts/default/111282915192502538'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkprincess0602.blogspot.com/2005_04_01_archive.html#111282915192502538' title=''/><author><name>Ali</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13474190727319526939</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-5416363.post-111215346583037138</id><published>2005-03-29T21:29:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-03-29T21:31:05.833-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Congratulations Gary!I'm dating a drum major!  </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5416363/posts/default/111215346583037138'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5416363/posts/default/111215346583037138'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkprincess0602.blogspot.com/2005_03_01_archive.html#111215346583037138' title=''/><author><name>Ali</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13474190727319526939</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-5416363.post-111206926378968759</id><published>2005-03-28T22:02:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-03-28T22:07:43.793-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Leading the good fightI  believe it is time.  It is time to revive long lost words.  Words with such passion and depth that they move people.  I'm talking about "bitchin'"  and "boss."  Again, we're attmepting to bring back the power that these words hold.   To get you familiar with these words again they are  descriptive.  For example:  "That shirt is bitchin' "  or "I went to the roller skating</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5416363/posts/default/111206926378968759'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5416363/posts/default/111206926378968759'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkprincess0602.blogspot.com/2005_03_01_archive.html#111206926378968759' title=''/><author><name>Ali</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13474190727319526939</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-5416363.post-111153580796475605</id><published>2005-03-22T17:49:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-03-22T17:56:47.966-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Stupid ComputerI had a whole new blog entry typed up but my computer decided it wanted to freeze.  I hate my computer. Current Events:- Gary has his final Drum Major try outs next week.  I know it will be a positive outcome. - Spring Break was uneventful.  I was sick for the begining of it.  I worked at my Mom's office for a day and a half.  That was interesting.  I learned a lot.  We also went </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5416363/posts/default/111153580796475605'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5416363/posts/default/111153580796475605'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkprincess0602.blogspot.com/2005_03_01_archive.html#111153580796475605' title=''/><author><name>Ali</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13474190727319526939</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-5416363.post-111040117334107589</id><published>2005-03-09T14:46:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-03-09T14:46:13.340-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I just can't resist.  Two sexy guys... that's all I can say about that.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5416363/posts/default/111040117334107589'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5416363/posts/default/111040117334107589'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkprincess0602.blogspot.com/2005_03_01_archive.html#111040117334107589' title=''/><author><name>Ali</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13474190727319526939</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-5416363.post-110876421219116214</id><published>2005-02-18T16:03:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-02-18T16:03:32.190-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Gary as a North Mesquite drum major (left).  Just a little good bull... and maybe a little good luck for the coming month.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5416363/posts/default/110876421219116214'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5416363/posts/default/110876421219116214'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkprincess0602.blogspot.com/2005_02_01_archive.html#110876421219116214' title=''/><author><name>Ali</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13474190727319526939</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-5416363.post-110848509078334091</id><published>2005-02-15T10:25:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-02-15T10:31:30.786-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Doomed HolidayDisclaimer:  My dislike for this holiday has nothing to do with my current Valentine.  He made our Valentine's Day (Saturday) very special.Valentine's Day hates me.  Everytime something good happens, something bad has to happen too.  We had a lovely Saturday night but of course things were going to well so I had to get a respritory infection.   I also had a test today and had to </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5416363/posts/default/110848509078334091'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5416363/posts/default/110848509078334091'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkprincess0602.blogspot.com/2005_02_01_archive.html#110848509078334091' title=''/><author><name>Ali</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13474190727319526939</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-5416363.post-110790215402041734</id><published>2005-02-08T16:24:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-02-08T16:36:39.563-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Educate YourselfSince I know most people like to read my blog in the morning, I've decided to give you an informative blog. You can read this while your getting ready now Emily.Ovarian CancerSusan G. Komen Breast Cancer FoundationNational Cervical Cancer CoalitionI've known of too many strong women falling to these diseases.  Check yourself monthly.American Heart AssociationHeart </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5416363/posts/default/110790215402041734'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5416363/posts/default/110790215402041734'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkprincess0602.blogspot.com/2005_02_01_archive.html#110790215402041734' title=''/><author><name>Ali</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13474190727319526939</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-5416363.post-110749972425865909</id><published>2005-02-04T01:31:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-02-04T00:48:44.256-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Ferris is Pretty in PinkIf you know me you know that I have a certain love for old 80s Brat Pack John Hughes films.  After watching Pretty in Pink for like the second time this week today I decided to see what other films I need to get for my collection.  The man is a movie god.  He's made almost all of my favorite old movies.  This is a given that I like dog movies, well the man brought me 101</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5416363/posts/default/110749972425865909'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5416363/posts/default/110749972425865909'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkprincess0602.blogspot.com/2005_02_01_archive.html#110749972425865909' title=''/><author><name>Ali</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13474190727319526939</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-5416363.post-110731806383560860</id><published>2005-02-01T22:07:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-02-01T23:44:40.790-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>The Bug DoctorAfter almost two years of hearing nothing else but "You're dog is a retard," "He's not very smart," "Did you drop him on his head?" I have decided that he's not a retard nor did I drop him on his head. One of his favorite past times, besides chasing his shadow, is watching and eating bugs. I think Stanley is just a kooky, weird entomologist, a bug doctor if you will. Entomologists</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5416363/posts/default/110731806383560860'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5416363/posts/default/110731806383560860'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkprincess0602.blogspot.com/2005_02_01_archive.html#110731806383560860' title=''/><author><name>Ali</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13474190727319526939</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-5416363.post-110678600554391824</id><published>2005-01-26T18:26:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-01-26T18:33:25.543-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Happy Birthday B!</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5416363/posts/default/110678600554391824'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5416363/posts/default/110678600554391824'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkprincess0602.blogspot.com/2005_01_01_archive.html#110678600554391824' title=''/><author><name>Ali</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13474190727319526939</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-5416363.post-110668506584293853</id><published>2005-01-25T14:23:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-01-25T14:31:05.843-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Damn you FacebookI'm so glad that yet another person invented something to waste college student's time, Facebook.  It's legal unlike Napster but just as addicting.  It's a on-line directory if you will of a ton of different colleges around the US.   Sounds stupid right.  It is but once you get on it and you're addicted.   You can search your High School friends and you can sit there and look </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5416363/posts/default/110668506584293853'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5416363/posts/default/110668506584293853'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkprincess0602.blogspot.com/2005_01_01_archive.html#110668506584293853' title=''/><author><name>Ali</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13474190727319526939</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-5416363.post-110653306226522515</id><published>2005-01-23T20:10:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-01-23T20:17:42.266-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>This SemesterI'm back in Aggieland for yet another semester.  Won't this one be fun with Organic Chemistry, Biology and Ecology.  12 hours, 3 sciences classes, all with labs.  And, yes, I do have a death wish.  I want to go insane with the amount of useless knowledge I will gain this semester.  I've looked at some of my Ecology labs and they include bugs.  Not a big bug fan really.  And I have </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5416363/posts/default/110653306226522515'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5416363/posts/default/110653306226522515'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkprincess0602.blogspot.com/2005_01_01_archive.html#110653306226522515' title=''/><author><name>Ali</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13474190727319526939</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-5416363.post-110266186294238618</id><published>2004-12-10T01:48:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2004-12-10T00:57:42.943-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>What do you do when...What do you do when your OCD with germs has taken over your life and you've gone through two containers of soap in three months?  As I'm out in the world more and more everyday I get more and more germaphobic.  I don't touch anything in public.  I cringe when I have to touch a door handle.  I carry three plus bottles of hand sanitzer in my back pack and one on my keys.  If</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5416363/posts/default/110266186294238618'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5416363/posts/default/110266186294238618'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkprincess0602.blogspot.com/2004_12_01_archive.html#110266186294238618' title=''/><author><name>Ali</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13474190727319526939</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-5416363.post-110230516993187514</id><published>2004-12-05T21:52:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2004-12-05T21:52:49.930-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>A picture of the tree itself.  That's a real Christmas tree.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5416363/posts/default/110230516993187514'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5416363/posts/default/110230516993187514'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkprincess0602.blogspot.com/2004_12_01_archive.html#110230516993187514' title=''/><author><name>Ali</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13474190727319526939</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-5416363.post-110230491571068663</id><published>2004-12-05T21:48:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2004-12-10T00:47:58.180-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'></summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5416363/posts/default/110230491571068663'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5416363/posts/default/110230491571068663'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkprincess0602.blogspot.com/2004_12_01_archive.html#110230491571068663' title=''/><author><name>Ali</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13474190727319526939</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-5416363.post-110230400973582596</id><published>2004-12-05T21:33:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2004-12-05T21:33:29.736-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>This is Field's on State Street in Chicago in 1917.  Now that's what I call a department store.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5416363/posts/default/110230400973582596'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5416363/posts/default/110230400973582596'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkprincess0602.blogspot.com/2004_12_01_archive.html#110230400973582596' title=''/><author><name>Ali</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13474190727319526939</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-5416363.post-110230395100623743</id><published>2004-12-05T21:32:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2004-12-05T21:32:31.006-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>This is the Walnut Room.  Where that fountain is is where the huge Christmas tree would go.  This picture does't do it justice but it's the only one I could find.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5416363/posts/default/110230395100623743'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5416363/posts/default/110230395100623743'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkprincess0602.blogspot.com/2004_12_01_archive.html#110230395100623743' title=''/><author><name>Ali</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13474190727319526939</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-5416363.post-110230375129741985</id><published>2004-12-05T21:17:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2004-12-05T21:29:11.296-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>The Walnut RoomAs many of you know, as a child growing up in the Chicago suburbs at Christmas time we used to go downtown shopping.  We would start the day early and take a ride to the city on a train.  A real train not like the ones that come through College Station not those electrical ones in Dallas.  My sister and I used to try to be the first to see the train approaching the Park Ridge </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5416363/posts/default/110230375129741985'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5416363/posts/default/110230375129741985'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkprincess0602.blogspot.com/2004_12_01_archive.html#110230375129741985' title=''/><author><name>Ali</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13474190727319526939</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-5416363.post-110203522958519934</id><published>2004-12-02T18:53:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2004-12-02T18:53:49.586-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>This is what my head is full of.  Not fluff like you would imagine.  Actually I see organic reactions in my dreams lately.  I am a science nerd.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5416363/posts/default/110203522958519934'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5416363/posts/default/110203522958519934'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkprincess0602.blogspot.com/2004_12_01_archive.html#110203522958519934' title=''/><author><name>Ali</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13474190727319526939</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-5416363.post-110117376132134454</id><published>2004-11-22T19:36:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2004-11-22T19:36:01.320-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>G, me, E-Bo (the daughter of a rockstar) and Mateo at BQ Ball.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5416363/posts/default/110117376132134454'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5416363/posts/default/110117376132134454'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkprincess0602.blogspot.com/2004_11_01_archive.html#110117376132134454' title=''/><author><name>Ali</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13474190727319526939</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-5416363.post-110115900549067544</id><published>2004-11-22T15:30:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2004-11-22T15:30:05.490-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>G and I before BQ Ball</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5416363/posts/default/110115900549067544'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5416363/posts/default/110115900549067544'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkprincess0602.blogspot.com/2004_11_01_archive.html#110115900549067544' title=''/><author><name>Ali</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13474190727319526939</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-5416363.post-109994342365938290</id><published>2004-11-08T13:31:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2004-11-08T13:50:23.660-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>The Old Kids on the BlockI have come to the conclusion that I'm old.  Maybe not old as much as just more mature.  I've come to that point in life again where I view the fish as being so tiny and young.  I remember that feeling in high school.  They freshman were so young and immature.  I don't ever remember being so immature at the age of 18, or nerdy for that matter. My torturous years of </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5416363/posts/default/109994342365938290'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5416363/posts/default/109994342365938290'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkprincess0602.blogspot.com/2004_11_01_archive.html#109994342365938290' title=''/><author><name>Ali</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13474190727319526939</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-5416363.post-109961648841658499</id><published>2004-11-03T21:31:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2004-11-05T11:30:49.933-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>What I believe inI am a political person and it has been a focus in my life for a few years now. Remember I was a Poli Sci major for two years before I dove into the exciting world of Biology. I am a Republican as you can see from above. I am not some crazy right-wing extremist. I have a odd mind set being raised both in the north and south. I sort of straddle the Mason-Dixion line. One cannot </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5416363/posts/default/109961648841658499'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5416363/posts/default/109961648841658499'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkprincess0602.blogspot.com/2004_11_01_archive.html#109961648841658499' title=''/><author><name>Ali</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13474190727319526939</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-5416363.post-109893962433509182</id><published>2004-10-27T23:59:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-10-28T00:00:24.336-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Die A-Batt Zips '05! </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5416363/posts/default/109893962433509182'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5416363/posts/default/109893962433509182'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkprincess0602.blogspot.com/2004_10_01_archive.html#109893962433509182' title=''/><author><name>Ali</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13474190727319526939</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-5416363.post-109885568315421484</id><published>2004-10-27T01:30:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-10-27T16:35:49.390-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>That darn Aggie Band...My favorite part of The Battalion, other than the comics, is the Mail Call section. The things people come up with to write about are ridiculous. Here's my new favorite."The Aggie Band made a blatantly obvious political statement during the halftime show at the Colorado game with their W-formation. I found this highly inappropriate and offensive, as the political stand </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5416363/posts/default/109885568315421484'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5416363/posts/default/109885568315421484'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkprincess0602.blogspot.com/2004_10_01_archive.html#109885568315421484' title=''/><author><name>Ali</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13474190727319526939</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-5416363.post-109816738702671942</id><published>2004-10-19T01:21:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-10-23T18:16:18.346-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Music and MemoriesI'm sitting here studying how cells make ATP and as I was flipping through my cds, I decided that Jesus Christ Superstar was a good selection. For those of you who didn't go to Catholic school, it's a musical of the passion. It is much better than Mel Gibson's Passion. A singing Judas only could mean fun. This soundtrack, no matter the time of year, reminds me of Lent. More </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5416363/posts/default/109816738702671942'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5416363/posts/default/109816738702671942'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkprincess0602.blogspot.com/2004_10_01_archive.html#109816738702671942' title=''/><author><name>Ali</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13474190727319526939</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-5416363.post-109704070073602833</id><published>2004-10-06T01:25:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-10-06T00:31:40.736-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Everything's Coming Up RosesI think this will be the first not complaining entry in awhile, inspired by the dozen beautiful roses on my desk.  Light pink roses, huge light pink roses.  If you put two and two together you'd realize who they're from.  If not look two pictures down at the handsome guy in the green stripped polo.  He's great even if he does lie to me.  This is the third time I have</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5416363/posts/default/109704070073602833'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5416363/posts/default/109704070073602833'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkprincess0602.blogspot.com/2004_10_01_archive.html#109704070073602833' title=''/><author><name>Ali</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13474190727319526939</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-5416363.post-109685015799818781</id><published>2004-10-03T19:35:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-10-03T19:35:57.996-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>A "little" pre- Halloween fright.  My neice Lola in her Halloween costume.  Watch out, she'll steal your gold and your snausages. </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5416363/posts/default/109685015799818781'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5416363/posts/default/109685015799818781'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkprincess0602.blogspot.com/2004_10_01_archive.html#109685015799818781' title=''/><author><name>Ali</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13474190727319526939</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-5416363.post-109648546839717527</id><published>2004-09-29T14:17:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-09-29T14:17:48.396-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>First Yell the night before we beat the hell outta Wyoming.  I put this one up even though my hair looks weird.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5416363/posts/default/109648546839717527'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5416363/posts/default/109648546839717527'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkprincess0602.blogspot.com/2004_09_01_archive.html#109648546839717527' title=''/><author><name>Ali</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13474190727319526939</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-5416363.post-109648516815386368</id><published>2004-09-29T14:11:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-09-29T14:12:48.153-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Happy Birthday Daddy! One more to 50.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5416363/posts/default/109648516815386368'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5416363/posts/default/109648516815386368'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkprincess0602.blogspot.com/2004_09_01_archive.html#109648516815386368' title=''/><author><name>Ali</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13474190727319526939</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-5416363.post-109642657363812241</id><published>2004-09-28T21:48:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-09-28T21:56:13.636-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>A Little LoveI have lost some respect for certain organizations that call themselves "elites" when they do not include the elites. You cannot call yourselves elite when you are made up of mediocre people.  I believe with all my heart that two people were more qualified than anyone else in our class.I heart Mr. Nice Guy and Charlie Brown!</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5416363/posts/default/109642657363812241'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5416363/posts/default/109642657363812241'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkprincess0602.blogspot.com/2004_09_01_archive.html#109642657363812241' title=''/><author><name>Ali</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13474190727319526939</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-5416363.post-109536573784649964</id><published>2004-09-16T14:56:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-09-16T15:15:37.846-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Don't Disrespect My TraditionsThat's my new slogan I've made up for Aggieland. Only it's followed with a lude word that I can't type because my mother and father read this blog. It's the new "Howdy Damnit!" Too many people around this campus just don't give a damn about tradition anymore.Example 1: Someone I lived in close proximity with has been here for awhile and still doesn't know the </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5416363/posts/default/109536573784649964'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5416363/posts/default/109536573784649964'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkprincess0602.blogspot.com/2004_09_01_archive.html#109536573784649964' title=''/><author><name>Ali</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13474190727319526939</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-5416363.post-109458992179272348</id><published>2004-09-07T15:37:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-09-07T15:46:07.930-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Intellectual PropertyI was thinking the other day that with this new way to put pictures on here I can draw my own pictures and put them up too. I know, it is very much like the old pinknerd. I felt that because she has moved onto "grown up" things on her web site this allows me the space to make a goofy college blog now. Therefore, I picked up the "doodles." A note to everyone (cause she can </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5416363/posts/default/109458992179272348'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5416363/posts/default/109458992179272348'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkprincess0602.blogspot.com/2004_09_01_archive.html#109458992179272348' title=''/><author><name>Ali</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13474190727319526939</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-5416363.post-109458940297217737</id><published>2004-09-07T15:36:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-09-07T15:36:42.973-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>College Station heat and humidity makes for sweaty underwear.  Cold air condition makes the Princess happy.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5416363/posts/default/109458940297217737'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5416363/posts/default/109458940297217737'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkprincess0602.blogspot.com/2004_09_01_archive.html#109458940297217737' title=''/><author><name>Ali</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13474190727319526939</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>
