<?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-6592154791216928026</id><updated>2012-02-16T10:55:08.559-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Nondescript and Nothingness</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nondescriptandnothingness.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6592154791216928026/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nondescriptandnothingness.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6592154791216928026/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>R^3</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03020361869098967368</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5jI_crZ2bms/Smj_U9UfK5I/AAAAAAAAAAs/tikNq8nU5fw/S220/Photo+2.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>170</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6592154791216928026.post-7440744444661030340</id><published>2011-12-14T00:18:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-12-14T00:21:08.146-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Dating Resume</title><content type='html'>In the brief history of my life as a dater, one who dates, I have dated:&lt;div&gt;- Someone who works for playboy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;- A dancer.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;- A New England socialite&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;- A model.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;... who all adored me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I have also dated:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;- A bio major from Seattle.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;... who treated me like shit.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So why can't I get over the bio major?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6592154791216928026-7440744444661030340?l=nondescriptandnothingness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nondescriptandnothingness.blogspot.com/feeds/7440744444661030340/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://nondescriptandnothingness.blogspot.com/2011/12/dating-resume.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6592154791216928026/posts/default/7440744444661030340'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6592154791216928026/posts/default/7440744444661030340'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nondescriptandnothingness.blogspot.com/2011/12/dating-resume.html' title='Dating Resume'/><author><name>R^3</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03020361869098967368</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5jI_crZ2bms/Smj_U9UfK5I/AAAAAAAAAAs/tikNq8nU5fw/S220/Photo+2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6592154791216928026.post-3616066322491105930</id><published>2011-11-03T21:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-11-03T21:47:41.193-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Perspective</title><content type='html'>We retreat to items of nostalgia to protect ourselves.  The paraphernalia reminds us of when our identities were concretely defined in a time of less turmoil.  In reality this identity was only manifested with the help of hindsight, when understanding the turmoil we were embroiled in occurred.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This too, shall pass.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6592154791216928026-3616066322491105930?l=nondescriptandnothingness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nondescriptandnothingness.blogspot.com/feeds/3616066322491105930/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://nondescriptandnothingness.blogspot.com/2011/11/perspective.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6592154791216928026/posts/default/3616066322491105930'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6592154791216928026/posts/default/3616066322491105930'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nondescriptandnothingness.blogspot.com/2011/11/perspective.html' title='Perspective'/><author><name>R^3</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03020361869098967368</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5jI_crZ2bms/Smj_U9UfK5I/AAAAAAAAAAs/tikNq8nU5fw/S220/Photo+2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6592154791216928026.post-7015934805452494394</id><published>2011-11-01T08:05:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-11-01T08:06:46.837-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Making mistakes is easy, but terrifying.  This culture is too risk averse, substituting confidence for happy accidents.  Stick your neck out from time to time and you may find something worth getting hurt for.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6592154791216928026-7015934805452494394?l=nondescriptandnothingness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nondescriptandnothingness.blogspot.com/feeds/7015934805452494394/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://nondescriptandnothingness.blogspot.com/2011/11/making-mistakes-is-easy-but-terrifying.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6592154791216928026/posts/default/7015934805452494394'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6592154791216928026/posts/default/7015934805452494394'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nondescriptandnothingness.blogspot.com/2011/11/making-mistakes-is-easy-but-terrifying.html' title=''/><author><name>R^3</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03020361869098967368</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5jI_crZ2bms/Smj_U9UfK5I/AAAAAAAAAAs/tikNq8nU5fw/S220/Photo+2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6592154791216928026.post-112997608791906747</id><published>2011-11-01T08:01:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-11-01T08:02:06.649-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Single Livin' is Easy Livin'</title><content type='html'>It's hard to put your heart in the hands of another, because they never seem to appreciate its full value.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6592154791216928026-112997608791906747?l=nondescriptandnothingness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nondescriptandnothingness.blogspot.com/feeds/112997608791906747/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://nondescriptandnothingness.blogspot.com/2011/11/single-livin-is-easy-livin.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6592154791216928026/posts/default/112997608791906747'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6592154791216928026/posts/default/112997608791906747'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nondescriptandnothingness.blogspot.com/2011/11/single-livin-is-easy-livin.html' title='Single Livin&apos; is Easy Livin&apos;'/><author><name>R^3</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03020361869098967368</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5jI_crZ2bms/Smj_U9UfK5I/AAAAAAAAAAs/tikNq8nU5fw/S220/Photo+2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6592154791216928026.post-5626377543566906599</id><published>2011-10-24T11:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-24T11:32:21.738-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Yup.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-CNpqa71rIB0/TqWvJAv5HrI/AAAAAAAAACY/avj_PQsZLSE/s1600/everything.png" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 127px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-CNpqa71rIB0/TqWvJAv5HrI/AAAAAAAAACY/avj_PQsZLSE/s400/everything.png" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5667128275470196402" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;That about sums it up.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6592154791216928026-5626377543566906599?l=nondescriptandnothingness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nondescriptandnothingness.blogspot.com/feeds/5626377543566906599/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://nondescriptandnothingness.blogspot.com/2011/10/yup.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6592154791216928026/posts/default/5626377543566906599'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6592154791216928026/posts/default/5626377543566906599'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nondescriptandnothingness.blogspot.com/2011/10/yup.html' title='Yup.'/><author><name>R^3</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03020361869098967368</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5jI_crZ2bms/Smj_U9UfK5I/AAAAAAAAAAs/tikNq8nU5fw/S220/Photo+2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-CNpqa71rIB0/TqWvJAv5HrI/AAAAAAAAACY/avj_PQsZLSE/s72-c/everything.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6592154791216928026.post-2172518026585684539</id><published>2011-10-23T11:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-23T11:52:08.063-07:00</updated><title type='text'>"I'm used to your absence</title><content type='html'>Your faceless distraction."&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;God, why do I miss her so much?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6592154791216928026-2172518026585684539?l=nondescriptandnothingness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nondescriptandnothingness.blogspot.com/feeds/2172518026585684539/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://nondescriptandnothingness.blogspot.com/2011/10/im-used-to-your-absence.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6592154791216928026/posts/default/2172518026585684539'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6592154791216928026/posts/default/2172518026585684539'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nondescriptandnothingness.blogspot.com/2011/10/im-used-to-your-absence.html' title='&quot;I&apos;m used to your absence'/><author><name>R^3</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03020361869098967368</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5jI_crZ2bms/Smj_U9UfK5I/AAAAAAAAAAs/tikNq8nU5fw/S220/Photo+2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6592154791216928026.post-4011352108232003929</id><published>2011-10-16T08:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-16T08:16:56.579-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Good grief.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-2g7JIA6CI_M/Tpr1HyX53II/AAAAAAAAACM/0bn4uMpLWHo/s1600/peanutsfutile.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 297px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-2g7JIA6CI_M/Tpr1HyX53II/AAAAAAAAACM/0bn4uMpLWHo/s400/peanutsfutile.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5664108995501743234" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love Peanuts.  Growing up it inspired a lot of my philosophy, and this is another beautiful summation of its weight and worth.  Not your everyday, mindless humor.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6592154791216928026-4011352108232003929?l=nondescriptandnothingness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nondescriptandnothingness.blogspot.com/feeds/4011352108232003929/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://nondescriptandnothingness.blogspot.com/2011/10/good-grief.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6592154791216928026/posts/default/4011352108232003929'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6592154791216928026/posts/default/4011352108232003929'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nondescriptandnothingness.blogspot.com/2011/10/good-grief.html' title='Good grief.'/><author><name>R^3</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03020361869098967368</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5jI_crZ2bms/Smj_U9UfK5I/AAAAAAAAAAs/tikNq8nU5fw/S220/Photo+2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-2g7JIA6CI_M/Tpr1HyX53II/AAAAAAAAACM/0bn4uMpLWHo/s72-c/peanutsfutile.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6592154791216928026.post-7251306543608847112</id><published>2011-10-09T20:59:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-09T21:00:27.265-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Hell no, DFMO</title><content type='html'>Are you kidding me?  That's what made you decide that?&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;You dumb bitch, I open-mouthed kissed you.  Goddamn everything, I fucking swear.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6592154791216928026-7251306543608847112?l=nondescriptandnothingness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nondescriptandnothingness.blogspot.com/feeds/7251306543608847112/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://nondescriptandnothingness.blogspot.com/2011/10/hell-no-dfmo.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6592154791216928026/posts/default/7251306543608847112'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6592154791216928026/posts/default/7251306543608847112'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nondescriptandnothingness.blogspot.com/2011/10/hell-no-dfmo.html' title='Hell no, DFMO'/><author><name>R^3</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03020361869098967368</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5jI_crZ2bms/Smj_U9UfK5I/AAAAAAAAAAs/tikNq8nU5fw/S220/Photo+2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6592154791216928026.post-2268769168309647300</id><published>2011-10-09T20:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-09T20:59:10.674-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A new saying:</title><content type='html'>Is she my best friend, or my cleverest enemy?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6592154791216928026-2268769168309647300?l=nondescriptandnothingness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nondescriptandnothingness.blogspot.com/feeds/2268769168309647300/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://nondescriptandnothingness.blogspot.com/2011/10/new-saying.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6592154791216928026/posts/default/2268769168309647300'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6592154791216928026/posts/default/2268769168309647300'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nondescriptandnothingness.blogspot.com/2011/10/new-saying.html' title='A new saying:'/><author><name>R^3</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03020361869098967368</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5jI_crZ2bms/Smj_U9UfK5I/AAAAAAAAAAs/tikNq8nU5fw/S220/Photo+2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6592154791216928026.post-4645141503447083675</id><published>2011-10-02T22:30:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-02T22:30:41.071-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Feelings</title><content type='html'>I get the feeling sometimes that I'm a second-option.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It's sometimes really hard to shake that feeling.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6592154791216928026-4645141503447083675?l=nondescriptandnothingness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nondescriptandnothingness.blogspot.com/feeds/4645141503447083675/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://nondescriptandnothingness.blogspot.com/2011/10/feelings.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6592154791216928026/posts/default/4645141503447083675'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6592154791216928026/posts/default/4645141503447083675'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nondescriptandnothingness.blogspot.com/2011/10/feelings.html' title='Feelings'/><author><name>R^3</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03020361869098967368</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5jI_crZ2bms/Smj_U9UfK5I/AAAAAAAAAAs/tikNq8nU5fw/S220/Photo+2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6592154791216928026.post-8035901013953930832</id><published>2011-09-26T20:17:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-09-26T20:18:04.196-07:00</updated><title type='text'>"Ha. You're too nice to me."</title><content type='html'>That means, I don't like you.  But I'm using you.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Then why did she even ask to go out?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6592154791216928026-8035901013953930832?l=nondescriptandnothingness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6592154791216928026/posts/default/8035901013953930832'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6592154791216928026/posts/default/8035901013953930832'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nondescriptandnothingness.blogspot.com/2011/09/ha-youre-too-nice-to-me.html' title='&quot;Ha. You&apos;re too nice to me.&quot;'/><author><name>R^3</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03020361869098967368</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5jI_crZ2bms/Smj_U9UfK5I/AAAAAAAAAAs/tikNq8nU5fw/S220/Photo+2.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6592154791216928026.post-8790056648680037464</id><published>2011-09-12T20:08:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-09-26T20:18:21.093-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Goddamn it</title><content type='html'>Quit sleeping with all of your friends. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Seriously?  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;That's everyone, now?  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Goddamn it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6592154791216928026-8790056648680037464?l=nondescriptandnothingness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nondescriptandnothingness.blogspot.com/feeds/8790056648680037464/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://nondescriptandnothingness.blogspot.com/2011/09/goddamn-it-courtney.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6592154791216928026/posts/default/8790056648680037464'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6592154791216928026/posts/default/8790056648680037464'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nondescriptandnothingness.blogspot.com/2011/09/goddamn-it-courtney.html' title='Goddamn it'/><author><name>R^3</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03020361869098967368</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5jI_crZ2bms/Smj_U9UfK5I/AAAAAAAAAAs/tikNq8nU5fw/S220/Photo+2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6592154791216928026.post-3862040666836769030</id><published>2011-09-01T18:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-09-01T18:25:23.061-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Big gulp, huh?</title><content type='html'>Not doing so well balancing my life right now.  Doing mostly work, with no social life. Once again I find that I cannot be involved in dorm life when I'm so heavily involved in band and my major, and also standup. I know a lot of people but have very little friends, and the people I do count as friends may be less of friends than originally thought.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But the roadrunner and I are going to maybe pick up the chase again.  So that's something.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;WELP... see ya later.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6592154791216928026-3862040666836769030?l=nondescriptandnothingness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nondescriptandnothingness.blogspot.com/feeds/3862040666836769030/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://nondescriptandnothingness.blogspot.com/2011/09/big-gulp-huh.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6592154791216928026/posts/default/3862040666836769030'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6592154791216928026/posts/default/3862040666836769030'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nondescriptandnothingness.blogspot.com/2011/09/big-gulp-huh.html' title='Big gulp, huh?'/><author><name>R^3</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03020361869098967368</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5jI_crZ2bms/Smj_U9UfK5I/AAAAAAAAAAs/tikNq8nU5fw/S220/Photo+2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6592154791216928026.post-4290457711520701436</id><published>2011-08-25T11:51:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-08-25T11:52:29.870-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Goal. Reached.</title><content type='html'>Roadrunner surrendered.  Wiley Coyote was busy elsewhere.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6592154791216928026-4290457711520701436?l=nondescriptandnothingness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nondescriptandnothingness.blogspot.com/feeds/4290457711520701436/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://nondescriptandnothingness.blogspot.com/2011/08/goal-reached.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6592154791216928026/posts/default/4290457711520701436'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6592154791216928026/posts/default/4290457711520701436'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nondescriptandnothingness.blogspot.com/2011/08/goal-reached.html' title='Goal. Reached.'/><author><name>R^3</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03020361869098967368</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5jI_crZ2bms/Smj_U9UfK5I/AAAAAAAAAAs/tikNq8nU5fw/S220/Photo+2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6592154791216928026.post-5143597109641169821</id><published>2011-08-25T11:47:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-08-25T11:51:02.074-07:00</updated><title type='text'>AA</title><content type='html'>How do you tell a unicorn you found a wyld stallyn?&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The impermanence of the decision lends it vitality and vibration.  Interest ebbs and flows, throwing doubt and certainty into current among one another, lurching toward a predestined goal beyond sight.  A waterfall of passion.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6592154791216928026-5143597109641169821?l=nondescriptandnothingness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nondescriptandnothingness.blogspot.com/feeds/5143597109641169821/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://nondescriptandnothingness.blogspot.com/2011/08/how_25.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6592154791216928026/posts/default/5143597109641169821'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6592154791216928026/posts/default/5143597109641169821'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nondescriptandnothingness.blogspot.com/2011/08/how_25.html' title='AA'/><author><name>R^3</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03020361869098967368</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5jI_crZ2bms/Smj_U9UfK5I/AAAAAAAAAAs/tikNq8nU5fw/S220/Photo+2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6592154791216928026.post-1061976866063071701</id><published>2011-08-25T11:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-08-25T11:48:23.054-07:00</updated><title type='text'>How</title><content type='html'>do you tell a unicorn you found a wyld stallyn?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6592154791216928026-1061976866063071701?l=nondescriptandnothingness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nondescriptandnothingness.blogspot.com/feeds/1061976866063071701/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://nondescriptandnothingness.blogspot.com/2011/08/how.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6592154791216928026/posts/default/1061976866063071701'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6592154791216928026/posts/default/1061976866063071701'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nondescriptandnothingness.blogspot.com/2011/08/how.html' title='How'/><author><name>R^3</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03020361869098967368</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5jI_crZ2bms/Smj_U9UfK5I/AAAAAAAAAAs/tikNq8nU5fw/S220/Photo+2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6592154791216928026.post-5960734304372809637</id><published>2011-07-03T19:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-07-03T19:17:12.708-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Context of Mortality</title><content type='html'>Gaining knowledge about your surroundings and history can help you better contextualize your existence, letting you know what's important to you, and that you are unimportant.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6592154791216928026-5960734304372809637?l=nondescriptandnothingness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nondescriptandnothingness.blogspot.com/feeds/5960734304372809637/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://nondescriptandnothingness.blogspot.com/2011/07/context-of-mortality.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6592154791216928026/posts/default/5960734304372809637'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6592154791216928026/posts/default/5960734304372809637'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nondescriptandnothingness.blogspot.com/2011/07/context-of-mortality.html' title='Context of Mortality'/><author><name>R^3</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03020361869098967368</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5jI_crZ2bms/Smj_U9UfK5I/AAAAAAAAAAs/tikNq8nU5fw/S220/Photo+2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6592154791216928026.post-328431143328571190</id><published>2011-06-30T19:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-06-30T19:25:59.525-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>What do you do when you find out that a loved one tried to commit suicide?  Do you tell your friends, or keep it to yourself?  Do you confront this person, or let them work things out for themselves?&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;You'd think I'd be better with this by now.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6592154791216928026-328431143328571190?l=nondescriptandnothingness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nondescriptandnothingness.blogspot.com/feeds/328431143328571190/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://nondescriptandnothingness.blogspot.com/2011/06/what-do-you-do-when-you-find-out-that.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6592154791216928026/posts/default/328431143328571190'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6592154791216928026/posts/default/328431143328571190'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nondescriptandnothingness.blogspot.com/2011/06/what-do-you-do-when-you-find-out-that.html' title=''/><author><name>R^3</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03020361869098967368</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5jI_crZ2bms/Smj_U9UfK5I/AAAAAAAAAAs/tikNq8nU5fw/S220/Photo+2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6592154791216928026.post-3138330818787928205</id><published>2011-06-29T20:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-06-29T20:03:31.182-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Faux Real?</title><content type='html'>Today I recreated a Salmon crepe that I had in Ireland.  It wasn't bad, the salmon had been fried with sesame seeds, and instead of a crepe, a flour tortilla was employed, but it wasn't bad.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Am I destined to seek to recreate a Diet Ireland?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6592154791216928026-3138330818787928205?l=nondescriptandnothingness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nondescriptandnothingness.blogspot.com/feeds/3138330818787928205/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://nondescriptandnothingness.blogspot.com/2011/06/faux-real.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6592154791216928026/posts/default/3138330818787928205'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6592154791216928026/posts/default/3138330818787928205'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nondescriptandnothingness.blogspot.com/2011/06/faux-real.html' title='Faux Real?'/><author><name>R^3</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03020361869098967368</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5jI_crZ2bms/Smj_U9UfK5I/AAAAAAAAAAs/tikNq8nU5fw/S220/Photo+2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6592154791216928026.post-3672777262901737237</id><published>2011-06-26T22:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-06-26T22:06:03.454-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Officially sick of hip hop</title><content type='html'>Can we please start instituting more intelligence in our music?  Little kids are learning the cat daddy when they need to learn proper argumentation and how to read.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;What in the hell is wrong with the world?  Why is education on the decline?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6592154791216928026-3672777262901737237?l=nondescriptandnothingness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nondescriptandnothingness.blogspot.com/feeds/3672777262901737237/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://nondescriptandnothingness.blogspot.com/2011/06/officially-sick-of-hip-hop.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6592154791216928026/posts/default/3672777262901737237'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6592154791216928026/posts/default/3672777262901737237'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nondescriptandnothingness.blogspot.com/2011/06/officially-sick-of-hip-hop.html' title='Officially sick of hip hop'/><author><name>R^3</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03020361869098967368</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5jI_crZ2bms/Smj_U9UfK5I/AAAAAAAAAAs/tikNq8nU5fw/S220/Photo+2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6592154791216928026.post-3384054616844261422</id><published>2011-06-26T17:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-06-26T18:01:30.255-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Cars 2</title><content type='html'>The silver lining in Cars 2 being so bad is that, although I am always quarreling with myself over my favorite Pixar movie, I will never be in doubt as to which is my least favorite.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Cars 2 was the worst thing I have seen since Pearl Harbor.  The event.  But also the movie.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Cars 2 lacked heart, character, plot, and cogency.  It resembled more of the ramblings of a homeless person than the typically finessed stories of Pixar.  Don't believe me?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"And then one car is actually a secret agent!  But he's british! And the camera is really an EMP, which affects biofuel!"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Yeah.  It sucked hard.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6592154791216928026-3384054616844261422?l=nondescriptandnothingness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nondescriptandnothingness.blogspot.com/feeds/3384054616844261422/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://nondescriptandnothingness.blogspot.com/2011/06/cars-2.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6592154791216928026/posts/default/3384054616844261422'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6592154791216928026/posts/default/3384054616844261422'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nondescriptandnothingness.blogspot.com/2011/06/cars-2.html' title='Cars 2'/><author><name>R^3</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03020361869098967368</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5jI_crZ2bms/Smj_U9UfK5I/AAAAAAAAAAs/tikNq8nU5fw/S220/Photo+2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6592154791216928026.post-4793419374339553619</id><published>2011-06-26T11:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-06-26T11:51:32.557-07:00</updated><title type='text'>It's been awhile</title><content type='html'>No shit, right?&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I've been thinking about what's gotten me thinking.  My Pursuit Prof said it best when he said that trauma defines our experience.  Being reminded of my own mortality has let me better shape the time that I do have on earth.  Through Sean's suicide I have been inspired to think about God and depression, and through my constant running after one woman who will never love me, I have been inspired to think about true love, and what that entails.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I just felt like writing that down.  Those two experiences have defined me a lot recently.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6592154791216928026-4793419374339553619?l=nondescriptandnothingness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nondescriptandnothingness.blogspot.com/feeds/4793419374339553619/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://nondescriptandnothingness.blogspot.com/2011/06/its-been-awhile.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6592154791216928026/posts/default/4793419374339553619'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6592154791216928026/posts/default/4793419374339553619'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nondescriptandnothingness.blogspot.com/2011/06/its-been-awhile.html' title='It&apos;s been awhile'/><author><name>R^3</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03020361869098967368</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5jI_crZ2bms/Smj_U9UfK5I/AAAAAAAAAAs/tikNq8nU5fw/S220/Photo+2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6592154791216928026.post-3672949739428122517</id><published>2011-05-05T16:20:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-05-05T16:20:56.693-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Whenever I think about her</title><content type='html'>I hear "First Breath After the Coma" and "Clair de Lune"&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But like a love child of the two.  It's pretty intense.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6592154791216928026-3672949739428122517?l=nondescriptandnothingness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nondescriptandnothingness.blogspot.com/feeds/3672949739428122517/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://nondescriptandnothingness.blogspot.com/2011/05/whenever-i-think-about-her.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6592154791216928026/posts/default/3672949739428122517'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6592154791216928026/posts/default/3672949739428122517'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nondescriptandnothingness.blogspot.com/2011/05/whenever-i-think-about-her.html' title='Whenever I think about her'/><author><name>R^3</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03020361869098967368</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5jI_crZ2bms/Smj_U9UfK5I/AAAAAAAAAAs/tikNq8nU5fw/S220/Photo+2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6592154791216928026.post-3231707442409868876</id><published>2011-04-06T16:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-06T16:14:53.014-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Lit Crit</title><content type='html'>"Literature is what we do it, much more than what it does to us."&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Only taken a little bit out of context, this brilliant quote was recorded by my brain at a lecture given by Tony Eagleton at Notre Dame.  Really good stuff.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6592154791216928026-3231707442409868876?l=nondescriptandnothingness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nondescriptandnothingness.blogspot.com/feeds/3231707442409868876/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://nondescriptandnothingness.blogspot.com/2011/04/lit-crit.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6592154791216928026/posts/default/3231707442409868876'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6592154791216928026/posts/default/3231707442409868876'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nondescriptandnothingness.blogspot.com/2011/04/lit-crit.html' title='Lit Crit'/><author><name>R^3</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03020361869098967368</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5jI_crZ2bms/Smj_U9UfK5I/AAAAAAAAAAs/tikNq8nU5fw/S220/Photo+2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6592154791216928026.post-6698733890212799394</id><published>2011-03-19T15:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-03-19T15:11:32.395-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Get me out of here/Can't I stay?</title><content type='html'>It's really great to hear Alice talk about what she admires in all of these people and know, and I mean, KNOW, that these are all qualities I have.  If I had an Irish accent, this would be done by now.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;WHY DO I LIKE HER?! THERE IS NO REASON TO ANYMORE.  FRUSTRATION.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6592154791216928026-6698733890212799394?l=nondescriptandnothingness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nondescriptandnothingness.blogspot.com/feeds/6698733890212799394/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://nondescriptandnothingness.blogspot.com/2011/03/get-me-out-of-herecant-i-stay.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6592154791216928026/posts/default/6698733890212799394'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6592154791216928026/posts/default/6698733890212799394'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nondescriptandnothingness.blogspot.com/2011/03/get-me-out-of-herecant-i-stay.html' title='Get me out of here/Can&apos;t I stay?'/><author><name>R^3</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03020361869098967368</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5jI_crZ2bms/Smj_U9UfK5I/AAAAAAAAAAs/tikNq8nU5fw/S220/Photo+2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6592154791216928026.post-2364983625593723761</id><published>2011-03-19T03:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-03-19T04:03:40.566-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Dublin</title><content type='html'>Thanks.  For four great days.  Thank you, friend.  It was nice to have you to myself for those days.  Talking with you was easy and fun.  Getting tipsy with you was bliss.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Thanks.  For changing for four days.  Thank you, friend.  It was nice to see you slip from me for those days.  HEaring you talk with them was easy and fun.  Getting drunk because of you was pain.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;A short story/poem to commemorate my time here.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6592154791216928026-2364983625593723761?l=nondescriptandnothingness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nondescriptandnothingness.blogspot.com/feeds/2364983625593723761/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://nondescriptandnothingness.blogspot.com/2011/03/dublin.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6592154791216928026/posts/default/2364983625593723761'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6592154791216928026/posts/default/2364983625593723761'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nondescriptandnothingness.blogspot.com/2011/03/dublin.html' title='Dublin'/><author><name>R^3</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03020361869098967368</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5jI_crZ2bms/Smj_U9UfK5I/AAAAAAAAAAs/tikNq8nU5fw/S220/Photo+2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6592154791216928026.post-2104936559895557529</id><published>2011-02-28T21:33:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-28T21:34:38.752-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Immortality at What Cost?</title><content type='html'>Humans sit up in the guard tower, laughing at the perfection of their construction below, the intricate maze they made for death to work through.  Meanwhile he slipped by in the guise of error, and silently plants dynamite at the base of the tower, like Wiley Fucking Coyote.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6592154791216928026-2104936559895557529?l=nondescriptandnothingness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nondescriptandnothingness.blogspot.com/feeds/2104936559895557529/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://nondescriptandnothingness.blogspot.com/2011/02/immortality-at-what-cost.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6592154791216928026/posts/default/2104936559895557529'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6592154791216928026/posts/default/2104936559895557529'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nondescriptandnothingness.blogspot.com/2011/02/immortality-at-what-cost.html' title='Immortality at What Cost?'/><author><name>R^3</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03020361869098967368</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5jI_crZ2bms/Smj_U9UfK5I/AAAAAAAAAAs/tikNq8nU5fw/S220/Photo+2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6592154791216928026.post-8092518172962596543</id><published>2011-02-28T21:30:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-28T21:32:58.961-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>The middle of the night seems a fabulous time to trip into nostalgia and longing.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6592154791216928026-8092518172962596543?l=nondescriptandnothingness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nondescriptandnothingness.blogspot.com/feeds/8092518172962596543/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://nondescriptandnothingness.blogspot.com/2011/02/middle-of-night-seems-fabulous-time-to.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6592154791216928026/posts/default/8092518172962596543'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6592154791216928026/posts/default/8092518172962596543'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nondescriptandnothingness.blogspot.com/2011/02/middle-of-night-seems-fabulous-time-to.html' title=''/><author><name>R^3</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03020361869098967368</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5jI_crZ2bms/Smj_U9UfK5I/AAAAAAAAAAs/tikNq8nU5fw/S220/Photo+2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6592154791216928026.post-7782289402835839259</id><published>2011-02-13T21:40:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2011-07-05T17:14:20.972-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Update</title><content type='html'>Broke it off with Meghan.  After coming back to school, and the very first weekend having a date, I broke it off.  I realized that her opinions that I took issue with were not going anywhere.  So the next day I broke it off.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Then I had the stomach flu for three days.  I used this period for some reflection and time away from Meghan's influence.  I then decided that I wanted to get back together with Meghan.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But I didn't really.  I just decided that Meghan was amazing, and that she was one of the best people I knew.  I never once really seriously considered getting back together with her as a benefit to myself.  But I did it anyway, and after a day of contemplation, Meghan decided to take me back.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The next weekend was the band dance which was fun, but I was distracted because I knew I'd have to break up with Meghan.  I couldn't keep kissing her when I knew that I wanted to go further, and that wasn't what she wanted.  I felt that it was dangerous for me to pursue her, because I don't trust myself.  Also, right now I don't want to be tied down.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Well, she was hurt, but this time we both understood the decision a little bit more, which is nice.  She still went to the revue dance with me though, which I am thankful for.  I had a fun night, and Meghan can dance with me really well.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But I miss Alice.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Meghan is by no means bad, but she is immature and naive.  Her lack of experience in real-world, practical matters is slightly annoying from time-to-time, but so is Alice's.  I guess my problem with Meghan was how much she cared about me.  And also the intimacy thing.  That was pretty big.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm not saying that Alice and I would just go at it, but we have a kind of intimacy that isn't physical.  I miss Alice because I miss just going into her room and talking with her for forty minutes.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I don't know.  Shit's complicated.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6592154791216928026-7782289402835839259?l=nondescriptandnothingness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nondescriptandnothingness.blogspot.com/feeds/7782289402835839259/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://nondescriptandnothingness.blogspot.com/2011/02/update.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6592154791216928026/posts/default/7782289402835839259'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6592154791216928026/posts/default/7782289402835839259'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nondescriptandnothingness.blogspot.com/2011/02/update.html' title='Update'/><author><name>R^3</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03020361869098967368</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5jI_crZ2bms/Smj_U9UfK5I/AAAAAAAAAAs/tikNq8nU5fw/S220/Photo+2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6592154791216928026.post-100952839226453568</id><published>2011-01-15T20:05:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-15T20:10:21.467-08:00</updated><title type='text'>So there's this girl</title><content type='html'>and she's on my mind a lot.  And the problem is that it's not Meghan.  I hope that these feelings will subside when I get back to school and spend more and more time with Meghan.  I've purchased my tickets for Ireland, and I'm very excited to go.  Alice offered her dorm as a place of lodging but I don't know if I should do it.  I still feel those emotions too strongly.  I'm contemplating not even seeing her when I go to Ireland.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I need to contact Courtney, but she's rushing! (I'm proud of her, but frustrated because I'm kind of up a creek about this shit)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Also, I don't know that I want to stay with Megan D's friends.  I'm kind of interested in forging out on my own.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6592154791216928026-100952839226453568?l=nondescriptandnothingness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nondescriptandnothingness.blogspot.com/feeds/100952839226453568/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://nondescriptandnothingness.blogspot.com/2011/01/so-theres-this-girl.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6592154791216928026/posts/default/100952839226453568'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6592154791216928026/posts/default/100952839226453568'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nondescriptandnothingness.blogspot.com/2011/01/so-theres-this-girl.html' title='So there&apos;s this girl'/><author><name>R^3</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03020361869098967368</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5jI_crZ2bms/Smj_U9UfK5I/AAAAAAAAAAs/tikNq8nU5fw/S220/Photo+2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6592154791216928026.post-1007556625923640651</id><published>2011-01-15T19:59:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-15T20:04:35.083-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Blog About Blogs</title><content type='html'>All of my friends are now blogging from abroad.  All about how exciting couches, rooms and drinks are just because they're in a different country, proving the real estate maxim: the three most important things are location, location, location.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And I can't help but miss them, and be incredibly jealous of them.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6592154791216928026-1007556625923640651?l=nondescriptandnothingness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nondescriptandnothingness.blogspot.com/feeds/1007556625923640651/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://nondescriptandnothingness.blogspot.com/2011/01/blog-about-blogs.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6592154791216928026/posts/default/1007556625923640651'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6592154791216928026/posts/default/1007556625923640651'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nondescriptandnothingness.blogspot.com/2011/01/blog-about-blogs.html' title='Blog About Blogs'/><author><name>R^3</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03020361869098967368</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5jI_crZ2bms/Smj_U9UfK5I/AAAAAAAAAAs/tikNq8nU5fw/S220/Photo+2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6592154791216928026.post-4387758907488857919</id><published>2010-12-03T22:27:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-03T22:27:19.161-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Depression</title><content type='html'>A bad bout.  Hits me and I'm just crippled.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6592154791216928026-4387758907488857919?l=nondescriptandnothingness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nondescriptandnothingness.blogspot.com/feeds/4387758907488857919/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://nondescriptandnothingness.blogspot.com/2010/12/depression.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6592154791216928026/posts/default/4387758907488857919'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6592154791216928026/posts/default/4387758907488857919'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nondescriptandnothingness.blogspot.com/2010/12/depression.html' title='Depression'/><author><name>R^3</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03020361869098967368</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5jI_crZ2bms/Smj_U9UfK5I/AAAAAAAAAAs/tikNq8nU5fw/S220/Photo+2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6592154791216928026.post-7607476596516373136</id><published>2010-12-02T19:27:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-02T19:27:51.051-08:00</updated><title type='text'>"Mon cheri" ... "darlin'"</title><content type='html'>I'm already being called by these names?  Hmmmmmmm...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6592154791216928026-7607476596516373136?l=nondescriptandnothingness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nondescriptandnothingness.blogspot.com/feeds/7607476596516373136/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://nondescriptandnothingness.blogspot.com/2010/12/mon-cheri-darlin.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6592154791216928026/posts/default/7607476596516373136'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6592154791216928026/posts/default/7607476596516373136'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nondescriptandnothingness.blogspot.com/2010/12/mon-cheri-darlin.html' title='&quot;Mon cheri&quot; ... &quot;darlin&apos;&quot;'/><author><name>R^3</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03020361869098967368</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5jI_crZ2bms/Smj_U9UfK5I/AAAAAAAAAAs/tikNq8nU5fw/S220/Photo+2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6592154791216928026.post-7296415084151749052</id><published>2010-11-30T22:56:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-11-30T22:56:20.334-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Might I just say</title><content type='html'>that Claddaugh rings fucked me over so badly it's ridiculous?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6592154791216928026-7296415084151749052?l=nondescriptandnothingness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nondescriptandnothingness.blogspot.com/feeds/7296415084151749052/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://nondescriptandnothingness.blogspot.com/2010/11/might-i-just-say.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6592154791216928026/posts/default/7296415084151749052'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6592154791216928026/posts/default/7296415084151749052'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nondescriptandnothingness.blogspot.com/2010/11/might-i-just-say.html' title='Might I just say'/><author><name>R^3</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03020361869098967368</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5jI_crZ2bms/Smj_U9UfK5I/AAAAAAAAAAs/tikNq8nU5fw/S220/Photo+2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6592154791216928026.post-1813896153890866001</id><published>2010-11-24T17:23:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-11-24T17:27:30.066-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Meeting New People is Fun!</title><content type='html'>Met somebody new and fantastic.  Of course her ties back home are holding her back.  No big deal, I trust she'll get through it, and then what she decides will be what she decides.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Meanwhile, Miss Wonderland has decided to start paying attention to me.  This could be because of:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;1) She feels comfortable with me and no longer fears leading me on.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;2) She's jealous.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I think (and hope) that it's number 1.  Ive been told to confront her, but I'm hesitant about that.  It needs to be done though.  SIGH.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6592154791216928026-1813896153890866001?l=nondescriptandnothingness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nondescriptandnothingness.blogspot.com/feeds/1813896153890866001/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://nondescriptandnothingness.blogspot.com/2010/11/meeting-new-people-is-fun.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6592154791216928026/posts/default/1813896153890866001'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6592154791216928026/posts/default/1813896153890866001'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nondescriptandnothingness.blogspot.com/2010/11/meeting-new-people-is-fun.html' title='Meeting New People is Fun!'/><author><name>R^3</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03020361869098967368</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5jI_crZ2bms/Smj_U9UfK5I/AAAAAAAAAAs/tikNq8nU5fw/S220/Photo+2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6592154791216928026.post-7602323682301855093</id><published>2010-11-16T23:34:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-11-16T23:35:36.072-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Marriage</title><content type='html'>Getting married is an interesting thing to think about.  Not because of the commitment, but I immediately begin wondering about the guest list.  How do I include everyone I want to while still being sensitive to those my wife to be would want to include?  The church I'd need to fit everyone I want to have at my wedding would have to be fucking massive.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6592154791216928026-7602323682301855093?l=nondescriptandnothingness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nondescriptandnothingness.blogspot.com/feeds/7602323682301855093/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://nondescriptandnothingness.blogspot.com/2010/11/marriage.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6592154791216928026/posts/default/7602323682301855093'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6592154791216928026/posts/default/7602323682301855093'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nondescriptandnothingness.blogspot.com/2010/11/marriage.html' title='Marriage'/><author><name>R^3</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03020361869098967368</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5jI_crZ2bms/Smj_U9UfK5I/AAAAAAAAAAs/tikNq8nU5fw/S220/Photo+2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6592154791216928026.post-8983098794350423808</id><published>2010-11-14T11:21:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-11-14T11:24:42.522-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Goodnight</title><content type='html'>I don't think a first kiss should ever be a goodnight kiss.  Goodbyes aren't something I'd like to make especially memorable, and that creates sort of a contract or a promise of future intimacy.  But mostly it's because of that first reason.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6592154791216928026-8983098794350423808?l=nondescriptandnothingness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nondescriptandnothingness.blogspot.com/feeds/8983098794350423808/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://nondescriptandnothingness.blogspot.com/2010/11/goodnight.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6592154791216928026/posts/default/8983098794350423808'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6592154791216928026/posts/default/8983098794350423808'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nondescriptandnothingness.blogspot.com/2010/11/goodnight.html' title='Goodnight'/><author><name>R^3</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03020361869098967368</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5jI_crZ2bms/Smj_U9UfK5I/AAAAAAAAAAs/tikNq8nU5fw/S220/Photo+2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6592154791216928026.post-1262631823786314379</id><published>2010-11-11T23:06:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-11-11T23:07:02.164-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Intimacy</title><content type='html'>I love the feeling of tension between the bodies of two people.  I love the sensation even more when it dissolves under contact.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6592154791216928026-1262631823786314379?l=nondescriptandnothingness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nondescriptandnothingness.blogspot.com/feeds/1262631823786314379/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://nondescriptandnothingness.blogspot.com/2010/11/intimacy.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6592154791216928026/posts/default/1262631823786314379'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6592154791216928026/posts/default/1262631823786314379'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nondescriptandnothingness.blogspot.com/2010/11/intimacy.html' title='Intimacy'/><author><name>R^3</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03020361869098967368</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5jI_crZ2bms/Smj_U9UfK5I/AAAAAAAAAAs/tikNq8nU5fw/S220/Photo+2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6592154791216928026.post-6762567670426554461</id><published>2010-11-11T22:52:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-11-11T22:55:30.642-08:00</updated><title type='text'>"All the Time in the World" - Andre Dubus</title><content type='html'>"'You're not a man.  You're a boy.  You all are.  You're all getting milk through the fence.  You're a thief.  But you don't have balls enough to take the cow.'"&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"She wanted love, but she did not want her search for it to begin in someone's bed."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"She had been reared by both parents to know that concupiscence was at the center of male attention"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;A hard lesson more people ought to know.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6592154791216928026-6762567670426554461?l=nondescriptandnothingness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nondescriptandnothingness.blogspot.com/feeds/6762567670426554461/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://nondescriptandnothingness.blogspot.com/2010/11/all-time-in-world-andre-dubus.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6592154791216928026/posts/default/6762567670426554461'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6592154791216928026/posts/default/6762567670426554461'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nondescriptandnothingness.blogspot.com/2010/11/all-time-in-world-andre-dubus.html' title='&quot;All the Time in the World&quot; - Andre Dubus'/><author><name>R^3</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03020361869098967368</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5jI_crZ2bms/Smj_U9UfK5I/AAAAAAAAAAs/tikNq8nU5fw/S220/Photo+2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6592154791216928026.post-3804026036155567836</id><published>2010-11-06T14:24:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-11-06T14:27:05.521-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Not Yet</title><content type='html'>You can tell yourself that it's not there, but you cannot simply believe something away.  Hope instead.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Either cruelest person ever, incredibly forgetful, or she likes me. Inception head rest.  Lunch banter.  Spirit quest. Paramore.  What's doing?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6592154791216928026-3804026036155567836?l=nondescriptandnothingness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nondescriptandnothingness.blogspot.com/feeds/3804026036155567836/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://nondescriptandnothingness.blogspot.com/2010/11/not-yet.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6592154791216928026/posts/default/3804026036155567836'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6592154791216928026/posts/default/3804026036155567836'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nondescriptandnothingness.blogspot.com/2010/11/not-yet.html' title='Not Yet'/><author><name>R^3</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03020361869098967368</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5jI_crZ2bms/Smj_U9UfK5I/AAAAAAAAAAs/tikNq8nU5fw/S220/Photo+2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6592154791216928026.post-3406079171820145925</id><published>2010-09-21T20:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-21T20:44:07.512-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Over her</title><content type='html'>by poisoning my memories and focusing only on the negatives.  Who said I was a nice guy?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6592154791216928026-3406079171820145925?l=nondescriptandnothingness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nondescriptandnothingness.blogspot.com/feeds/3406079171820145925/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://nondescriptandnothingness.blogspot.com/2010/09/over-her.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6592154791216928026/posts/default/3406079171820145925'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6592154791216928026/posts/default/3406079171820145925'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nondescriptandnothingness.blogspot.com/2010/09/over-her.html' title='Over her'/><author><name>R^3</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03020361869098967368</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5jI_crZ2bms/Smj_U9UfK5I/AAAAAAAAAAs/tikNq8nU5fw/S220/Photo+2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6592154791216928026.post-3377988742450773868</id><published>2010-09-12T19:26:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-12T19:26:37.513-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I like this girl and she doesn't like me</title><content type='html'>it's as simple and complicated as that.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6592154791216928026-3377988742450773868?l=nondescriptandnothingness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nondescriptandnothingness.blogspot.com/feeds/3377988742450773868/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://nondescriptandnothingness.blogspot.com/2010/09/i-like-this-girl-and-she-doesnt-like-me.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6592154791216928026/posts/default/3377988742450773868'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6592154791216928026/posts/default/3377988742450773868'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nondescriptandnothingness.blogspot.com/2010/09/i-like-this-girl-and-she-doesnt-like-me.html' title='I like this girl and she doesn&apos;t like me'/><author><name>R^3</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03020361869098967368</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5jI_crZ2bms/Smj_U9UfK5I/AAAAAAAAAAs/tikNq8nU5fw/S220/Photo+2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6592154791216928026.post-6591122420060341481</id><published>2010-09-02T22:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-02T22:41:50.190-07:00</updated><title type='text'>If you're having girl problems</title><content type='html'>I can empathize son.  I got 99 problems and this gal's every one.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6592154791216928026-6591122420060341481?l=nondescriptandnothingness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nondescriptandnothingness.blogspot.com/feeds/6591122420060341481/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://nondescriptandnothingness.blogspot.com/2010/09/if-youre-having-girl-problems.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6592154791216928026/posts/default/6591122420060341481'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6592154791216928026/posts/default/6591122420060341481'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nondescriptandnothingness.blogspot.com/2010/09/if-youre-having-girl-problems.html' title='If you&apos;re having girl problems'/><author><name>R^3</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03020361869098967368</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5jI_crZ2bms/Smj_U9UfK5I/AAAAAAAAAAs/tikNq8nU5fw/S220/Photo+2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6592154791216928026.post-2004546573859601627</id><published>2010-08-29T15:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-29T15:49:42.207-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Difference</title><content type='html'>I want to be the one person who knows her the best.  I don't want to just be in her past and present, but her future.  I want to be there for her whenever she needs something.  I want to be intimate and vulnerable with her.  But she doesn't want me to be there in much of any capacity except to provide attention.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I told her we can't hang out anymore.  I can't keep hearing about her exploits with all of these other people, constantly reminding me of how far from her I really am.  I care about her more than she cares about me.   But she doesn't see why it's an issue.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;She doesn't know that every time I got a text over the summer I would do the math to see if it would be a time where she would be able to send me a text.  She doesn't know that she makes me so nervous I can't eat, sometimes.  She doesn't know that I have liked her for nearly a year, and that I want to move on.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6592154791216928026-2004546573859601627?l=nondescriptandnothingness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nondescriptandnothingness.blogspot.com/feeds/2004546573859601627/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://nondescriptandnothingness.blogspot.com/2010/08/difference.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6592154791216928026/posts/default/2004546573859601627'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6592154791216928026/posts/default/2004546573859601627'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nondescriptandnothingness.blogspot.com/2010/08/difference.html' title='Difference'/><author><name>R^3</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03020361869098967368</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5jI_crZ2bms/Smj_U9UfK5I/AAAAAAAAAAs/tikNq8nU5fw/S220/Photo+2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6592154791216928026.post-861544021763178435</id><published>2010-08-14T17:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-14T17:34:13.115-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I wonder...</title><content type='html'>if she knows that it's her I'm worried about.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Or if she even cares.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6592154791216928026-861544021763178435?l=nondescriptandnothingness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nondescriptandnothingness.blogspot.com/feeds/861544021763178435/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://nondescriptandnothingness.blogspot.com/2010/08/i-wonder.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6592154791216928026/posts/default/861544021763178435'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6592154791216928026/posts/default/861544021763178435'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nondescriptandnothingness.blogspot.com/2010/08/i-wonder.html' title='I wonder...'/><author><name>R^3</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03020361869098967368</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5jI_crZ2bms/Smj_U9UfK5I/AAAAAAAAAAs/tikNq8nU5fw/S220/Photo+2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6592154791216928026.post-1132386088255739180</id><published>2010-08-13T20:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-13T20:23:26.722-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Attractive Girls like Douches</title><content type='html'>This is because the low performing douche is easy to control and manipulate, can serve the girls needs, and bolster self confidence.  The girl will also have no need to try to become a better human being.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Side note: Is it wrong to like someone because they make you want to be a better person? Or is it wrong to like someone who makes you want to stay the same?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Is love ever wrong?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6592154791216928026-1132386088255739180?l=nondescriptandnothingness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nondescriptandnothingness.blogspot.com/feeds/1132386088255739180/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://nondescriptandnothingness.blogspot.com/2010/08/attractive-girls-like-douches.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6592154791216928026/posts/default/1132386088255739180'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6592154791216928026/posts/default/1132386088255739180'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nondescriptandnothingness.blogspot.com/2010/08/attractive-girls-like-douches.html' title='Attractive Girls like Douches'/><author><name>R^3</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03020361869098967368</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5jI_crZ2bms/Smj_U9UfK5I/AAAAAAAAAAs/tikNq8nU5fw/S220/Photo+2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6592154791216928026.post-8680786616914841532</id><published>2010-08-13T20:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-13T20:21:40.266-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Life is too short</title><content type='html'>I keep seeing families at the theatre, thinking about all of the kids from the summer, and looking through old things, realizing all the while that life is too short a miracle.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I mean, in my short twenty years on earth I have grown into a relatively powerful creature, strength and stature wise, but in the next twenty years, I will begin to lose these gifts, or life itself.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Isn't that an interesting thought?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6592154791216928026-8680786616914841532?l=nondescriptandnothingness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nondescriptandnothingness.blogspot.com/feeds/8680786616914841532/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://nondescriptandnothingness.blogspot.com/2010/08/life-is-too-short.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6592154791216928026/posts/default/8680786616914841532'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6592154791216928026/posts/default/8680786616914841532'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nondescriptandnothingness.blogspot.com/2010/08/life-is-too-short.html' title='Life is too short'/><author><name>R^3</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03020361869098967368</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5jI_crZ2bms/Smj_U9UfK5I/AAAAAAAAAAs/tikNq8nU5fw/S220/Photo+2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6592154791216928026.post-6220150300397767857</id><published>2010-07-07T18:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-07T18:28:11.691-07:00</updated><title type='text'>On why nerds have better sex than jocks:</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 17px; "&gt; "Jocks only think about sports, nerds only think about sex." - Robert Carradine as Lewis Scolnik in "Revenge of the Nerds"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px; line-height: 17px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px; line-height: 17px;"&gt;True much? Absolutely,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6592154791216928026-6220150300397767857?l=nondescriptandnothingness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nondescriptandnothingness.blogspot.com/feeds/6220150300397767857/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://nondescriptandnothingness.blogspot.com/2010/07/on-why-nerds-have-better-sex-than-jocks.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6592154791216928026/posts/default/6220150300397767857'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6592154791216928026/posts/default/6220150300397767857'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nondescriptandnothingness.blogspot.com/2010/07/on-why-nerds-have-better-sex-than-jocks.html' title='On why nerds have better sex than jocks:'/><author><name>R^3</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03020361869098967368</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5jI_crZ2bms/Smj_U9UfK5I/AAAAAAAAAAs/tikNq8nU5fw/S220/Photo+2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6592154791216928026.post-5669458775526457390</id><published>2010-07-05T16:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-05T16:40:04.731-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A P.S.A. From B.O.B.</title><content type='html'>Girls, having sex with a man does not mean he considers you "special" or "beautiful." Remember, guys will often have sex with their hand just to pass the time, and hands are pretty damn ordinary.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;In short: don't be a slut, it gets you nothing.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6592154791216928026-5669458775526457390?l=nondescriptandnothingness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nondescriptandnothingness.blogspot.com/feeds/5669458775526457390/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://nondescriptandnothingness.blogspot.com/2010/07/psa-from-bob.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6592154791216928026/posts/default/5669458775526457390'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6592154791216928026/posts/default/5669458775526457390'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nondescriptandnothingness.blogspot.com/2010/07/psa-from-bob.html' title='A P.S.A. From B.O.B.'/><author><name>R^3</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03020361869098967368</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5jI_crZ2bms/Smj_U9UfK5I/AAAAAAAAAAs/tikNq8nU5fw/S220/Photo+2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6592154791216928026.post-9096914313418167643</id><published>2010-07-04T10:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-04T10:34:54.716-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Superstore Fight Scene</title><content type='html'>Somebody running on top of rows of shopping carts while shooting dual wielded pistols.  John Woo + Target = Why hasn't this happened yet?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6592154791216928026-9096914313418167643?l=nondescriptandnothingness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nondescriptandnothingness.blogspot.com/feeds/9096914313418167643/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://nondescriptandnothingness.blogspot.com/2010/07/superstore-fight-scene.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6592154791216928026/posts/default/9096914313418167643'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6592154791216928026/posts/default/9096914313418167643'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nondescriptandnothingness.blogspot.com/2010/07/superstore-fight-scene.html' title='Superstore Fight Scene'/><author><name>R^3</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03020361869098967368</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5jI_crZ2bms/Smj_U9UfK5I/AAAAAAAAAAs/tikNq8nU5fw/S220/Photo+2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6592154791216928026.post-4483695018004784235</id><published>2010-07-03T11:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-14T17:39:16.195-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Somebody told me that I disrespected him.</title><content type='html'>He said that I had treated him like a six year old. He was so angry that he declared he'd no longer talk to me. Way to prove you're not a six year old.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6592154791216928026-4483695018004784235?l=nondescriptandnothingness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nondescriptandnothingness.blogspot.com/feeds/4483695018004784235/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://nondescriptandnothingness.blogspot.com/2010/07/somebody-told-me-that-i-disrespected.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6592154791216928026/posts/default/4483695018004784235'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6592154791216928026/posts/default/4483695018004784235'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nondescriptandnothingness.blogspot.com/2010/07/somebody-told-me-that-i-disrespected.html' title='Somebody told me that I disrespected him.'/><author><name>R^3</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03020361869098967368</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5jI_crZ2bms/Smj_U9UfK5I/AAAAAAAAAAs/tikNq8nU5fw/S220/Photo+2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6592154791216928026.post-8045494811031815106</id><published>2010-06-30T22:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-14T17:41:02.385-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Ratted Out</title><content type='html'>Someone tattled on me for posting a memo on Facebook, because she's a suck-up.  Wow.  You wanna go toe-to-toe with me Kate Moss Rapunzel? I will write down everything you do in one day that pisses everyone off and get you fired you lanky son of a gun. And I do mean son.  You look like a 10 year old boy with Marfan.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6592154791216928026-8045494811031815106?l=nondescriptandnothingness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nondescriptandnothingness.blogspot.com/feeds/8045494811031815106/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://nondescriptandnothingness.blogspot.com/2010/06/ratted-out.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6592154791216928026/posts/default/8045494811031815106'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6592154791216928026/posts/default/8045494811031815106'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nondescriptandnothingness.blogspot.com/2010/06/ratted-out.html' title='Ratted Out'/><author><name>R^3</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03020361869098967368</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5jI_crZ2bms/Smj_U9UfK5I/AAAAAAAAAAs/tikNq8nU5fw/S220/Photo+2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6592154791216928026.post-8480438116291210013</id><published>2010-06-27T17:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-14T17:41:59.246-07:00</updated><title type='text'>It hit me yet again</title><content type='html'>A semi.  Hit me, then backed over me.  It wasn't actually a truck, it was just a metaphor.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6592154791216928026-8480438116291210013?l=nondescriptandnothingness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nondescriptandnothingness.blogspot.com/feeds/8480438116291210013/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://nondescriptandnothingness.blogspot.com/2010/06/it-hit-me-yet-again.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6592154791216928026/posts/default/8480438116291210013'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6592154791216928026/posts/default/8480438116291210013'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nondescriptandnothingness.blogspot.com/2010/06/it-hit-me-yet-again.html' title='It hit me yet again'/><author><name>R^3</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03020361869098967368</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5jI_crZ2bms/Smj_U9UfK5I/AAAAAAAAAAs/tikNq8nU5fw/S220/Photo+2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6592154791216928026.post-898734418219240141</id><published>2010-06-27T13:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-31T23:13:10.257-07:00</updated><title type='text'>To my detractors</title><content type='html'>I can't hear how stupid you are over your douchebaggery.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6592154791216928026-898734418219240141?l=nondescriptandnothingness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nondescriptandnothingness.blogspot.com/feeds/898734418219240141/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://nondescriptandnothingness.blogspot.com/2010/06/to-my-detractors.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6592154791216928026/posts/default/898734418219240141'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6592154791216928026/posts/default/898734418219240141'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nondescriptandnothingness.blogspot.com/2010/06/to-my-detractors.html' title='To my detractors'/><author><name>R^3</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03020361869098967368</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5jI_crZ2bms/Smj_U9UfK5I/AAAAAAAAAAs/tikNq8nU5fw/S220/Photo+2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6592154791216928026.post-658534564595786339</id><published>2010-06-14T17:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-14T17:05:04.073-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Remember when?</title><content type='html'>I'd rather not.  In fact, please don't bring it up.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6592154791216928026-658534564595786339?l=nondescriptandnothingness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nondescriptandnothingness.blogspot.com/feeds/658534564595786339/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://nondescriptandnothingness.blogspot.com/2010/06/remember-when.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6592154791216928026/posts/default/658534564595786339'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6592154791216928026/posts/default/658534564595786339'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nondescriptandnothingness.blogspot.com/2010/06/remember-when.html' title='Remember when?'/><author><name>R^3</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03020361869098967368</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5jI_crZ2bms/Smj_U9UfK5I/AAAAAAAAAAs/tikNq8nU5fw/S220/Photo+2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6592154791216928026.post-540158380126754016</id><published>2010-06-08T19:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-08T19:55:13.555-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Lack of Pride Goeth Before Risk</title><content type='html'>Tonight I contemplate something that may damage my reputation with a few friends, or become amazing.  I realized that pride had pigeonholed me into defending an idea that doesn't exist.  Ego had inflated my sense of importance, as if I needed to protect my identity.  Pride ends as an attempt to protect an idea of yourself in lieu of expanding it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6592154791216928026-540158380126754016?l=nondescriptandnothingness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nondescriptandnothingness.blogspot.com/feeds/540158380126754016/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://nondescriptandnothingness.blogspot.com/2010/06/lack-of-pride-goeth-before-risk.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6592154791216928026/posts/default/540158380126754016'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6592154791216928026/posts/default/540158380126754016'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nondescriptandnothingness.blogspot.com/2010/06/lack-of-pride-goeth-before-risk.html' title='Lack of Pride Goeth Before Risk'/><author><name>R^3</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03020361869098967368</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5jI_crZ2bms/Smj_U9UfK5I/AAAAAAAAAAs/tikNq8nU5fw/S220/Photo+2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6592154791216928026.post-1610360539302964296</id><published>2010-05-30T18:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-30T18:21:51.656-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Now I'm no fan of monarchy, but</title><content type='html'>oftentimes they aren't to blame.  The aristocracy exaggerates their extravagances to instigate peasant rebellion.  "When the rich wage war, it's the poor who die." - Jean-Paul Sartre&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6592154791216928026-1610360539302964296?l=nondescriptandnothingness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nondescriptandnothingness.blogspot.com/feeds/1610360539302964296/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://nondescriptandnothingness.blogspot.com/2010/05/now-im-no-fan-of-monarchy-but.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6592154791216928026/posts/default/1610360539302964296'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6592154791216928026/posts/default/1610360539302964296'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nondescriptandnothingness.blogspot.com/2010/05/now-im-no-fan-of-monarchy-but.html' title='Now I&apos;m no fan of monarchy, but'/><author><name>R^3</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03020361869098967368</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5jI_crZ2bms/Smj_U9UfK5I/AAAAAAAAAAs/tikNq8nU5fw/S220/Photo+2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6592154791216928026.post-1907392465810249318</id><published>2010-05-23T20:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-23T20:32:33.502-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Today Was My Last Day at AMC</title><content type='html'>The first movie I ever saw there was Borat with Alex Kuka back in 2006.  The last movie I saw was How to Train Your Dragon by myself in 2010.  I had a lot of good memories there.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Regal better be a good place to work or I will be upset. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And unemployed.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6592154791216928026-1907392465810249318?l=nondescriptandnothingness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nondescriptandnothingness.blogspot.com/feeds/1907392465810249318/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://nondescriptandnothingness.blogspot.com/2010/05/today-was-my-last-day-at-amc.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6592154791216928026/posts/default/1907392465810249318'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6592154791216928026/posts/default/1907392465810249318'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nondescriptandnothingness.blogspot.com/2010/05/today-was-my-last-day-at-amc.html' title='Today Was My Last Day at AMC'/><author><name>R^3</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03020361869098967368</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5jI_crZ2bms/Smj_U9UfK5I/AAAAAAAAAAs/tikNq8nU5fw/S220/Photo+2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6592154791216928026.post-118687590921012494</id><published>2010-05-22T20:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-22T20:13:34.595-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Talking to this one girl at work today</title><content type='html'>and she was a grump.  It made me think.  Don't let the limitations of your environment offer the constraints of your hospitality and imagination.  Only you can set those.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Then I told a coworker my new mission was to make her smile. "At least once."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"Good luck," he said, to which I replied "HEY! WE PUT A MAN ON THE MOON."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Dream big, or get the fuck out of America.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6592154791216928026-118687590921012494?l=nondescriptandnothingness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nondescriptandnothingness.blogspot.com/feeds/118687590921012494/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://nondescriptandnothingness.blogspot.com/2010/05/talking-to-this-one-girl-at-work-today.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6592154791216928026/posts/default/118687590921012494'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6592154791216928026/posts/default/118687590921012494'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nondescriptandnothingness.blogspot.com/2010/05/talking-to-this-one-girl-at-work-today.html' title='Talking to this one girl at work today'/><author><name>R^3</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03020361869098967368</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5jI_crZ2bms/Smj_U9UfK5I/AAAAAAAAAAs/tikNq8nU5fw/S220/Photo+2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6592154791216928026.post-1818099775707828421</id><published>2010-05-20T17:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-20T17:55:49.406-07:00</updated><title type='text'>"What is the Ipad?</title><content type='html'>The Ipad is thin. The Ipad is beautiful."&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Woah! At first I was like, "Hey! Woah! You can't say that Apple.  I mean, I know hipsters don't eat, but you can't say thin is beautiful.  That crosses the line."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But then I was like "Well. It may be shallow, but it actually does represent our society's current conception of beauty."  I mean, this may also be shallow, but I don't look at a girl and say, "Mmmm.  I like her.  I bet I can slap her belly and make it ripple."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6592154791216928026-1818099775707828421?l=nondescriptandnothingness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nondescriptandnothingness.blogspot.com/feeds/1818099775707828421/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://nondescriptandnothingness.blogspot.com/2010/05/what-is-ipad.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6592154791216928026/posts/default/1818099775707828421'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6592154791216928026/posts/default/1818099775707828421'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nondescriptandnothingness.blogspot.com/2010/05/what-is-ipad.html' title='&quot;What is the Ipad?'/><author><name>R^3</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03020361869098967368</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5jI_crZ2bms/Smj_U9UfK5I/AAAAAAAAAAs/tikNq8nU5fw/S220/Photo+2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6592154791216928026.post-7833713316291791127</id><published>2010-05-20T16:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-14T17:43:32.321-07:00</updated><title type='text'>"I really think you'll like the house."</title><content type='html'>Mom wants to move to the north side of Indianapolis, and is trying to convince me to like the idea because she believes that I'll "like the house."  Listen: I'm going to live in this house for maybe three more years and only on breaks.  I don't care about the building, I care about the company that lives inside of it and visits it.  If you steal me away from my friends in our last years together, I don't think a floor plan is sufficient pay.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Man.  If we move away from everything I've ever known, could it at least be to some place more interesting than Indianapolis?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6592154791216928026-7833713316291791127?l=nondescriptandnothingness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nondescriptandnothingness.blogspot.com/feeds/7833713316291791127/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://nondescriptandnothingness.blogspot.com/2010/05/i-really-think-youll-like-house.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6592154791216928026/posts/default/7833713316291791127'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6592154791216928026/posts/default/7833713316291791127'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nondescriptandnothingness.blogspot.com/2010/05/i-really-think-youll-like-house.html' title='&quot;I really think you&apos;ll like the house.&quot;'/><author><name>R^3</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03020361869098967368</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5jI_crZ2bms/Smj_U9UfK5I/AAAAAAAAAAs/tikNq8nU5fw/S220/Photo+2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6592154791216928026.post-5708426088489328166</id><published>2010-05-20T14:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-20T14:36:25.355-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Your argument is invalid</title><content type='html'>Mom, I have trouble taking you seriously when you yell at me, saying that my dad should start paying for me, following your phone call confirming your european cruise.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My dad works three jobs for one salary with no opportunity for a raise.  You don't have a job and are going on a cruise.  What is your problem?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6592154791216928026-5708426088489328166?l=nondescriptandnothingness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nondescriptandnothingness.blogspot.com/feeds/5708426088489328166/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://nondescriptandnothingness.blogspot.com/2010/05/your-argument-is-invalid.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6592154791216928026/posts/default/5708426088489328166'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6592154791216928026/posts/default/5708426088489328166'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nondescriptandnothingness.blogspot.com/2010/05/your-argument-is-invalid.html' title='Your argument is invalid'/><author><name>R^3</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03020361869098967368</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5jI_crZ2bms/Smj_U9UfK5I/AAAAAAAAAAs/tikNq8nU5fw/S220/Photo+2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6592154791216928026.post-5886972070602067074</id><published>2010-05-19T10:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-19T10:57:54.547-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I don't really like candy corn, but this is for AMERICA!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5jI_crZ2bms/S_QmZlNnqAI/AAAAAAAAABw/TeYw35auujY/s1600/Patriotism.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5jI_crZ2bms/S_QmZlNnqAI/AAAAAAAAABw/TeYw35auujY/s400/Patriotism.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5473041668089817090" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I'm so glad they came out with these.  Now I don't feel like a pig when I'm chowing down on candy corn colored like Halloween in July.  Thanks America, you make my obesity bearable!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6592154791216928026-5886972070602067074?l=nondescriptandnothingness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nondescriptandnothingness.blogspot.com/feeds/5886972070602067074/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://nondescriptandnothingness.blogspot.com/2010/05/i-dont-really-like-candy-corn-but-this.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6592154791216928026/posts/default/5886972070602067074'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6592154791216928026/posts/default/5886972070602067074'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nondescriptandnothingness.blogspot.com/2010/05/i-dont-really-like-candy-corn-but-this.html' title='I don&apos;t really like candy corn, but this is for AMERICA!'/><author><name>R^3</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03020361869098967368</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5jI_crZ2bms/Smj_U9UfK5I/AAAAAAAAAAs/tikNq8nU5fw/S220/Photo+2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5jI_crZ2bms/S_QmZlNnqAI/AAAAAAAAABw/TeYw35auujY/s72-c/Patriotism.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6592154791216928026.post-3526041097903442814</id><published>2010-05-19T06:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-19T06:35:48.082-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Darn Hoosiers</title><content type='html'>Somebody in the IndyStar was complaining that Hoosiers are wrong for thinking basketball was more exciting than hockey to which I reply, "When was the last time a hockey brawl was brought to the fans?" Pacers like to involve the crowd, just like in Detroit.  That's just family entertainment.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6592154791216928026-3526041097903442814?l=nondescriptandnothingness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nondescriptandnothingness.blogspot.com/feeds/3526041097903442814/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://nondescriptandnothingness.blogspot.com/2010/05/darn-hoosiers.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6592154791216928026/posts/default/3526041097903442814'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6592154791216928026/posts/default/3526041097903442814'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nondescriptandnothingness.blogspot.com/2010/05/darn-hoosiers.html' title='Darn Hoosiers'/><author><name>R^3</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03020361869098967368</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5jI_crZ2bms/Smj_U9UfK5I/AAAAAAAAAAs/tikNq8nU5fw/S220/Photo+2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6592154791216928026.post-3082054851446631575</id><published>2010-05-18T13:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-18T13:26:23.285-07:00</updated><title type='text'>This Cat. Adorable.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5jI_crZ2bms/S_L36G0GlgI/AAAAAAAAABo/B7eZ92o-1qA/s1600/Photo+75.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5jI_crZ2bms/S_L36G0GlgI/AAAAAAAAABo/B7eZ92o-1qA/s400/Photo+75.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5472709074842195458" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kiki crossed the dining table, sat in my lap, and, with the back of his head towards my face, he stretched up so that his nose touched my nose.  People who say cats aren't lovable just haven't met the right cats.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6592154791216928026-3082054851446631575?l=nondescriptandnothingness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nondescriptandnothingness.blogspot.com/feeds/3082054851446631575/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://nondescriptandnothingness.blogspot.com/2010/05/this-cat-adorable.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6592154791216928026/posts/default/3082054851446631575'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6592154791216928026/posts/default/3082054851446631575'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nondescriptandnothingness.blogspot.com/2010/05/this-cat-adorable.html' title='This Cat. Adorable.'/><author><name>R^3</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03020361869098967368</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5jI_crZ2bms/Smj_U9UfK5I/AAAAAAAAAAs/tikNq8nU5fw/S220/Photo+2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5jI_crZ2bms/S_L36G0GlgI/AAAAAAAAABo/B7eZ92o-1qA/s72-c/Photo+75.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6592154791216928026.post-1984307512708372741</id><published>2010-05-18T07:52:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-18T07:55:54.430-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Midnight Adventures</title><content type='html'>On Sunday I ended up on a group trip to Duck Island at ND, followed by a session of just staring at the dome and talking.  This trip helped cement my feelings of belonging at ND, and became if not my first, then at least my second favorite night of my first year of studies.  &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sophomore year, I'm coming for you.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6592154791216928026-1984307512708372741?l=nondescriptandnothingness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nondescriptandnothingness.blogspot.com/feeds/1984307512708372741/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://nondescriptandnothingness.blogspot.com/2010/05/midnight-adventures.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6592154791216928026/posts/default/1984307512708372741'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6592154791216928026/posts/default/1984307512708372741'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nondescriptandnothingness.blogspot.com/2010/05/midnight-adventures.html' title='Midnight Adventures'/><author><name>R^3</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03020361869098967368</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5jI_crZ2bms/Smj_U9UfK5I/AAAAAAAAAAs/tikNq8nU5fw/S220/Photo+2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6592154791216928026.post-356664340041761496</id><published>2010-05-17T20:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-17T20:31:13.571-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Going through old posts</title><content type='html'>I'm shortening them into their core argument and making them funny.  You know, like I should have done in the first place.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6592154791216928026-356664340041761496?l=nondescriptandnothingness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nondescriptandnothingness.blogspot.com/feeds/356664340041761496/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://nondescriptandnothingness.blogspot.com/2010/05/going-through-old-posts.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6592154791216928026/posts/default/356664340041761496'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6592154791216928026/posts/default/356664340041761496'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nondescriptandnothingness.blogspot.com/2010/05/going-through-old-posts.html' title='Going through old posts'/><author><name>R^3</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03020361869098967368</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5jI_crZ2bms/Smj_U9UfK5I/AAAAAAAAAAs/tikNq8nU5fw/S220/Photo+2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6592154791216928026.post-3957337821798988668</id><published>2010-05-15T14:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-17T20:27:37.584-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I saw my uncle for the first time in 7 years and my mom got so angry she cried. FAMILY REUNIONS!</title><content type='html'>Rarely see my uncle but got yelled at for spending too much time with him.  Irony is lost on my mother.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6592154791216928026-3957337821798988668?l=nondescriptandnothingness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nondescriptandnothingness.blogspot.com/feeds/3957337821798988668/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://nondescriptandnothingness.blogspot.com/2010/05/i-saw-my-uncle-for-first-time-in-7.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6592154791216928026/posts/default/3957337821798988668'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6592154791216928026/posts/default/3957337821798988668'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nondescriptandnothingness.blogspot.com/2010/05/i-saw-my-uncle-for-first-time-in-7.html' title='I saw my uncle for the first time in 7 years and my mom got so angry she cried. FAMILY REUNIONS!'/><author><name>R^3</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03020361869098967368</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5jI_crZ2bms/Smj_U9UfK5I/AAAAAAAAAAs/tikNq8nU5fw/S220/Photo+2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6592154791216928026.post-5714342598437241804</id><published>2010-05-05T23:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-18T07:37:25.707-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A Lot of Great Partying and a lot of other stuff has happened, and I'll get to that later,</title><content type='html'>right now I'm looking for something else, though.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6592154791216928026-5714342598437241804?l=nondescriptandnothingness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nondescriptandnothingness.blogspot.com/feeds/5714342598437241804/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://nondescriptandnothingness.blogspot.com/2010/05/lot-of-great-partying-and-lot-of-other.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6592154791216928026/posts/default/5714342598437241804'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6592154791216928026/posts/default/5714342598437241804'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nondescriptandnothingness.blogspot.com/2010/05/lot-of-great-partying-and-lot-of-other.html' title='A Lot of Great Partying and a lot of other stuff has happened, and I&apos;ll get to that later,'/><author><name>R^3</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03020361869098967368</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5jI_crZ2bms/Smj_U9UfK5I/AAAAAAAAAAs/tikNq8nU5fw/S220/Photo+2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6592154791216928026.post-1644510121776824910</id><published>2010-04-18T00:20:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-17T20:29:51.967-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Two Great Nights of Partying in a Row</title><content type='html'>Stanford bday party in THE Ben Z's room.  Never before have I had my chin bitten at a dance party.  Scratch that one off the bucket list.  6 girls in one night?  No longer just a feat of Wilt Chamberlain.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Six words mashed into one: Technaltoneboneapicc.  Too much fun for just one english word.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6592154791216928026-1644510121776824910?l=nondescriptandnothingness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nondescriptandnothingness.blogspot.com/feeds/1644510121776824910/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://nondescriptandnothingness.blogspot.com/2010/04/two-great-nights-of-partying-in-row.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6592154791216928026/posts/default/1644510121776824910'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6592154791216928026/posts/default/1644510121776824910'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nondescriptandnothingness.blogspot.com/2010/04/two-great-nights-of-partying-in-row.html' title='Two Great Nights of Partying in a Row'/><author><name>R^3</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03020361869098967368</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5jI_crZ2bms/Smj_U9UfK5I/AAAAAAAAAAs/tikNq8nU5fw/S220/Photo+2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6592154791216928026.post-5389149383520765528</id><published>2010-04-11T22:42:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-11T22:44:14.571-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Purple?</title><content type='html'>I'm apparently attracted to women who wear purple.  This is an interesting development.  I've always known I'm a very visually stimulated person, but this is kind of striking.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6592154791216928026-5389149383520765528?l=nondescriptandnothingness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nondescriptandnothingness.blogspot.com/feeds/5389149383520765528/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://nondescriptandnothingness.blogspot.com/2010/04/purple.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6592154791216928026/posts/default/5389149383520765528'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6592154791216928026/posts/default/5389149383520765528'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nondescriptandnothingness.blogspot.com/2010/04/purple.html' title='Purple?'/><author><name>R^3</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03020361869098967368</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5jI_crZ2bms/Smj_U9UfK5I/AAAAAAAAAAs/tikNq8nU5fw/S220/Photo+2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6592154791216928026.post-4452180175794914722</id><published>2010-04-10T14:14:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-17T20:30:26.028-07:00</updated><title type='text'>An Avalanche in Spring</title><content type='html'>Notre Dame is, like, super white.  It just now dawned on me.  Yeah, I'm stupid.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6592154791216928026-4452180175794914722?l=nondescriptandnothingness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nondescriptandnothingness.blogspot.com/feeds/4452180175794914722/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://nondescriptandnothingness.blogspot.com/2010/04/avalanche-in-spring.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6592154791216928026/posts/default/4452180175794914722'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6592154791216928026/posts/default/4452180175794914722'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nondescriptandnothingness.blogspot.com/2010/04/avalanche-in-spring.html' title='An Avalanche in Spring'/><author><name>R^3</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03020361869098967368</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5jI_crZ2bms/Smj_U9UfK5I/AAAAAAAAAAs/tikNq8nU5fw/S220/Photo+2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6592154791216928026.post-1719959777501336655</id><published>2010-03-31T01:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-17T20:32:10.637-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Seniority and the "Fully-Formed" Person</title><content type='html'>Some friends asserted that freshmen aren't people.  I asked them to show me someone who is completely formed.  They were quiet.  I think I might have won that argument.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6592154791216928026-1719959777501336655?l=nondescriptandnothingness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nondescriptandnothingness.blogspot.com/feeds/1719959777501336655/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://nondescriptandnothingness.blogspot.com/2010/03/seniority-and-fully-formed-person.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6592154791216928026/posts/default/1719959777501336655'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6592154791216928026/posts/default/1719959777501336655'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nondescriptandnothingness.blogspot.com/2010/03/seniority-and-fully-formed-person.html' title='Seniority and the &quot;Fully-Formed&quot; Person'/><author><name>R^3</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03020361869098967368</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5jI_crZ2bms/Smj_U9UfK5I/AAAAAAAAAAs/tikNq8nU5fw/S220/Photo+2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6592154791216928026.post-1183514596917995897</id><published>2010-03-28T23:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-28T23:09:44.807-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm not as innocent as I appear.</title><content type='html'>I'm actually a bad boy.  No! Seriously!&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ah screw it.  I'm white bread dangerous.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Won't any girl give me the time of day?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6592154791216928026-1183514596917995897?l=nondescriptandnothingness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nondescriptandnothingness.blogspot.com/feeds/1183514596917995897/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://nondescriptandnothingness.blogspot.com/2010/03/im-not-as-innocent-as-i-appear.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6592154791216928026/posts/default/1183514596917995897'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6592154791216928026/posts/default/1183514596917995897'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nondescriptandnothingness.blogspot.com/2010/03/im-not-as-innocent-as-i-appear.html' title='I&apos;m not as innocent as I appear.'/><author><name>R^3</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03020361869098967368</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5jI_crZ2bms/Smj_U9UfK5I/AAAAAAAAAAs/tikNq8nU5fw/S220/Photo+2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6592154791216928026.post-8434806646475039368</id><published>2010-03-23T20:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-17T20:33:54.544-07:00</updated><title type='text'>But first, a message from the universe...</title><content type='html'>I narrowly avoided meeting the girl-I-like's guy-she-likes, but an amazing twist-of-fate prevented it.  And hyphens rejoiced!&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I just finished "Proof" and the cast party was awesome! (It was in Riley! shhhh)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6592154791216928026-8434806646475039368?l=nondescriptandnothingness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nondescriptandnothingness.blogspot.com/feeds/8434806646475039368/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://nondescriptandnothingness.blogspot.com/2010/03/but-first-message-from-universe.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6592154791216928026/posts/default/8434806646475039368'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6592154791216928026/posts/default/8434806646475039368'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nondescriptandnothingness.blogspot.com/2010/03/but-first-message-from-universe.html' title='But first, a message from the universe...'/><author><name>R^3</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03020361869098967368</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5jI_crZ2bms/Smj_U9UfK5I/AAAAAAAAAAs/tikNq8nU5fw/S220/Photo+2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6592154791216928026.post-5552515436214667624</id><published>2010-03-23T08:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-23T08:33:47.287-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Words alone</title><content type='html'>It's dawned on me to not put too much weight into what is said, because words and speech are merely imperfect representations of emotions, reactions in their most pure form.  Feelings are more revealing because they are unencumbered by the burdens of language barriers.  Words alone will never completely convey a message.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6592154791216928026-5552515436214667624?l=nondescriptandnothingness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nondescriptandnothingness.blogspot.com/feeds/5552515436214667624/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://nondescriptandnothingness.blogspot.com/2010/03/words-alone.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6592154791216928026/posts/default/5552515436214667624'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6592154791216928026/posts/default/5552515436214667624'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nondescriptandnothingness.blogspot.com/2010/03/words-alone.html' title='Words alone'/><author><name>R^3</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03020361869098967368</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5jI_crZ2bms/Smj_U9UfK5I/AAAAAAAAAAs/tikNq8nU5fw/S220/Photo+2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6592154791216928026.post-2051255310969816618</id><published>2010-03-18T20:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-18T20:36:46.997-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm slowly realizing</title><content type='html'>My friends are the people with whom I can be ridiculous with and still be comfortable.&lt;div&gt;My great friends are the people with whom I can be ridiculous and sincere with and still be comfortable.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6592154791216928026-2051255310969816618?l=nondescriptandnothingness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nondescriptandnothingness.blogspot.com/feeds/2051255310969816618/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://nondescriptandnothingness.blogspot.com/2010/03/im-slowly-realizing.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6592154791216928026/posts/default/2051255310969816618'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6592154791216928026/posts/default/2051255310969816618'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nondescriptandnothingness.blogspot.com/2010/03/im-slowly-realizing.html' title='I&apos;m slowly realizing'/><author><name>R^3</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03020361869098967368</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5jI_crZ2bms/Smj_U9UfK5I/AAAAAAAAAAs/tikNq8nU5fw/S220/Photo+2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6592154791216928026.post-1262414612008575534</id><published>2010-03-13T09:24:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-03-13T09:28:38.821-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm a Musin'</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;Last night I admitted to someone that I care about them.  It had been hanging over me for quite some time, but as soon as you give secrets up, they lose their power.  The only problem is that it might have complicated where we're at right now, but I also don't care about that.  Why let something live only for appearances sake, when the truth is silenced for sheer convenience?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Sometimes I'm so forward I'm in danger of falling into the deep end.  I enjoy living on the edge though, it's more human to be uncomfortable.  To be vulnerable with others is precarious, but so is love, and they're both wonderfully flawed states to be in.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6592154791216928026-1262414612008575534?l=nondescriptandnothingness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nondescriptandnothingness.blogspot.com/feeds/1262414612008575534/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://nondescriptandnothingness.blogspot.com/2010/03/im-musin.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6592154791216928026/posts/default/1262414612008575534'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6592154791216928026/posts/default/1262414612008575534'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nondescriptandnothingness.blogspot.com/2010/03/im-musin.html' title='I&apos;m a Musin&apos;'/><author><name>R^3</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03020361869098967368</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5jI_crZ2bms/Smj_U9UfK5I/AAAAAAAAAAs/tikNq8nU5fw/S220/Photo+2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6592154791216928026.post-4014312047598942796</id><published>2010-03-11T20:04:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-03-11T20:08:04.431-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I ate so much meat tonight...</title><content type='html'>I'm going to poop a zoo.&lt;div&gt;I'm not going to have a food baby, I'm going to have a food people. And the descendants shall be as numerous as the stars in the sky.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm going to need an ark to carry away the remains.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I AM SO FULL RIGHT NOW. It's quite unhealthy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6592154791216928026-4014312047598942796?l=nondescriptandnothingness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nondescriptandnothingness.blogspot.com/feeds/4014312047598942796/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://nondescriptandnothingness.blogspot.com/2010/03/i-ate-so-much-meat-tonight.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6592154791216928026/posts/default/4014312047598942796'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6592154791216928026/posts/default/4014312047598942796'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nondescriptandnothingness.blogspot.com/2010/03/i-ate-so-much-meat-tonight.html' title='I ate so much meat tonight...'/><author><name>R^3</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03020361869098967368</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5jI_crZ2bms/Smj_U9UfK5I/AAAAAAAAAAs/tikNq8nU5fw/S220/Photo+2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6592154791216928026.post-7257746958608393681</id><published>2010-03-11T19:40:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-05-18T10:44:33.076-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Enough of that darned rainy city</title><content type='html'>I'm getting really sick of hearing how interesting Seattle is.  I accidentally chose an artist for this project I'm doing and he is based out of Seattle.  His work is constantly being compared to Alice in Wonderland, and Through the Looking Glass type stuff.  If you can guess why this pairing is getting annoying, give yourself a pat on the back.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6592154791216928026-7257746958608393681?l=nondescriptandnothingness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nondescriptandnothingness.blogspot.com/feeds/7257746958608393681/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://nondescriptandnothingness.blogspot.com/2010/03/enough-of-that-darned-rainy-city.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6592154791216928026/posts/default/7257746958608393681'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6592154791216928026/posts/default/7257746958608393681'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nondescriptandnothingness.blogspot.com/2010/03/enough-of-that-darned-rainy-city.html' title='Enough of that darned rainy city'/><author><name>R^3</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03020361869098967368</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5jI_crZ2bms/Smj_U9UfK5I/AAAAAAAAAAs/tikNq8nU5fw/S220/Photo+2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6592154791216928026.post-7441101319197404367</id><published>2010-03-08T11:30:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-03-11T19:42:21.645-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm quitting the pc</title><content type='html'>All of those people there are dbags.  They only care about getting money, and not building a community.  They only care about the results of the best caller contest.  I'm sick of their moaning about money and results.  Life is not about the results.  The process is what makes you a better person.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Out.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6592154791216928026-7441101319197404367?l=nondescriptandnothingness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nondescriptandnothingness.blogspot.com/feeds/7441101319197404367/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://nondescriptandnothingness.blogspot.com/2010/03/im-quitting-pc.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6592154791216928026/posts/default/7441101319197404367'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6592154791216928026/posts/default/7441101319197404367'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nondescriptandnothingness.blogspot.com/2010/03/im-quitting-pc.html' title='I&apos;m quitting the pc'/><author><name>R^3</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03020361869098967368</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5jI_crZ2bms/Smj_U9UfK5I/AAAAAAAAAAs/tikNq8nU5fw/S220/Photo+2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6592154791216928026.post-8746939058098813776</id><published>2010-03-01T21:29:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-05-17T20:35:11.297-07:00</updated><title type='text'>ARGH</title><content type='html'>I'm getting sick of meeting really attractive, interesting, funny, and intelligent women.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Because, as of late, this has been followed by meeting their significant other.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6592154791216928026-8746939058098813776?l=nondescriptandnothingness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nondescriptandnothingness.blogspot.com/feeds/8746939058098813776/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://nondescriptandnothingness.blogspot.com/2010/03/argh.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6592154791216928026/posts/default/8746939058098813776'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6592154791216928026/posts/default/8746939058098813776'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nondescriptandnothingness.blogspot.com/2010/03/argh.html' title='ARGH'/><author><name>R^3</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03020361869098967368</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5jI_crZ2bms/Smj_U9UfK5I/AAAAAAAAAAs/tikNq8nU5fw/S220/Photo+2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6592154791216928026.post-6941428215673771107</id><published>2010-02-28T20:53:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-05-17T20:35:27.703-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Ehhh</title><content type='html'>The security you receive with an object can only ever be less than the permanence of the object.  Money is only good until it is lost, burned, stolen, or squandered, while friendship can only be irrevocably lost to death.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6592154791216928026-6941428215673771107?l=nondescriptandnothingness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nondescriptandnothingness.blogspot.com/feeds/6941428215673771107/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://nondescriptandnothingness.blogspot.com/2010/02/ehhh.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6592154791216928026/posts/default/6941428215673771107'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6592154791216928026/posts/default/6941428215673771107'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nondescriptandnothingness.blogspot.com/2010/02/ehhh.html' title='Ehhh'/><author><name>R^3</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03020361869098967368</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5jI_crZ2bms/Smj_U9UfK5I/AAAAAAAAAAs/tikNq8nU5fw/S220/Photo+2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6592154791216928026.post-2266888969549502935</id><published>2010-02-28T00:41:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-05-17T20:49:43.314-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I felt like I needed to write this down for memory's sake</title><content type='html'>I treat my body like crap, but sometimes that works out for the best. Like, say, it ends in soccer, an irish punk rock concert, and dancing with an attractive girl at a dorm party.  Not too shabby after only 2 hours of sleep in 40 hours.  Get crunk.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6592154791216928026-2266888969549502935?l=nondescriptandnothingness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nondescriptandnothingness.blogspot.com/feeds/2266888969549502935/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://nondescriptandnothingness.blogspot.com/2010/02/i-felt-like-i-needed-to-write-this-down.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6592154791216928026/posts/default/2266888969549502935'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6592154791216928026/posts/default/2266888969549502935'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nondescriptandnothingness.blogspot.com/2010/02/i-felt-like-i-needed-to-write-this-down.html' title='I felt like I needed to write this down for memory&apos;s sake'/><author><name>R^3</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03020361869098967368</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5jI_crZ2bms/Smj_U9UfK5I/AAAAAAAAAAs/tikNq8nU5fw/S220/Photo+2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6592154791216928026.post-7626918186209331995</id><published>2010-02-24T02:10:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-05-17T20:51:02.035-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Tonight the Universe pulled a solid for me.</title><content type='html'>Somehow, for no reason, Nick G and I ended up in Riley where I learned that people may not like you, not because of something that involves you, but simply because of "other people's shit." Drama that you just aren't privy to which prevents them from acting.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;As I gain more distance from my relationships, it's amazing to see how they were so special and so very different.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6592154791216928026-7626918186209331995?l=nondescriptandnothingness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nondescriptandnothingness.blogspot.com/feeds/7626918186209331995/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://nondescriptandnothingness.blogspot.com/2010/02/tonight-universe-pulled-solid-for-me.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6592154791216928026/posts/default/7626918186209331995'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6592154791216928026/posts/default/7626918186209331995'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nondescriptandnothingness.blogspot.com/2010/02/tonight-universe-pulled-solid-for-me.html' title='Tonight the Universe pulled a solid for me.'/><author><name>R^3</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03020361869098967368</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5jI_crZ2bms/Smj_U9UfK5I/AAAAAAAAAAs/tikNq8nU5fw/S220/Photo+2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6592154791216928026.post-531205072552063282</id><published>2010-02-22T21:26:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-05-17T20:48:13.837-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>People have other people in other places.  You down with OPP? You don't know me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6592154791216928026-531205072552063282?l=nondescriptandnothingness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nondescriptandnothingness.blogspot.com/feeds/531205072552063282/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://nondescriptandnothingness.blogspot.com/2010/02/she-likes-someone-back-home.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6592154791216928026/posts/default/531205072552063282'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6592154791216928026/posts/default/531205072552063282'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nondescriptandnothingness.blogspot.com/2010/02/she-likes-someone-back-home.html' title=''/><author><name>R^3</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03020361869098967368</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5jI_crZ2bms/Smj_U9UfK5I/AAAAAAAAAAs/tikNq8nU5fw/S220/Photo+2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6592154791216928026.post-4995011184571321028</id><published>2010-02-14T10:57:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-14T10:59:35.122-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Wow.  So this is where I got my ideas about &lt;a href="http://popwatch.ew.com/2010/02/14/charlie-brown-valentine-tragic-quotes/"&gt;romanticism&lt;/a&gt;.  Dad and I both love Peanuts, and he instilled this love in me when I was but a wee lad.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Check out the link if you want to know how I think.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6592154791216928026-4995011184571321028?l=nondescriptandnothingness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nondescriptandnothingness.blogspot.com/feeds/4995011184571321028/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://nondescriptandnothingness.blogspot.com/2010/02/wow.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6592154791216928026/posts/default/4995011184571321028'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6592154791216928026/posts/default/4995011184571321028'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nondescriptandnothingness.blogspot.com/2010/02/wow.html' title=''/><author><name>R^3</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03020361869098967368</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5jI_crZ2bms/Smj_U9UfK5I/AAAAAAAAAAs/tikNq8nU5fw/S220/Photo+2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6592154791216928026.post-5518823068109509583</id><published>2010-02-12T21:43:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-12T21:44:44.695-08:00</updated><title type='text'>R.I.P. Seeker James Tigger Reichle</title><content type='html'>It's funny that people always consider cats so callous, yet when a human dies, cats will always be willing to comfort you, but when a cat dies, where are all of the humans?  Just something to think about.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6592154791216928026-5518823068109509583?l=nondescriptandnothingness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nondescriptandnothingness.blogspot.com/feeds/5518823068109509583/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://nondescriptandnothingness.blogspot.com/2010/02/rip-seeker-james-tigger-reichle.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6592154791216928026/posts/default/5518823068109509583'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6592154791216928026/posts/default/5518823068109509583'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nondescriptandnothingness.blogspot.com/2010/02/rip-seeker-james-tigger-reichle.html' title='R.I.P. Seeker James Tigger Reichle'/><author><name>R^3</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03020361869098967368</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5jI_crZ2bms/Smj_U9UfK5I/AAAAAAAAAAs/tikNq8nU5fw/S220/Photo+2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6592154791216928026.post-4527933013953804288</id><published>2010-02-07T22:05:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-05-17T20:56:00.305-07:00</updated><title type='text'>This weekend was... berry goot</title><content type='html'>Friday I went to the salvation army, (got a sweet tie and shirt,) and a party.  Was a guest DJ with Blue Yes, Rainbow Awful, and Dr. Patience Time.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Saturday was the band dance. Tom W cut me with his beer bottle.  Ow.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;If Sunday is any indication for where this week is going, then color me excited.  Finally dumped the emotional monkey off my back to Colleen, and declined her assistance.  Took K2s advice and decided to get a dinner with her.  Instead got lunch. I guess I'll settle.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6592154791216928026-4527933013953804288?l=nondescriptandnothingness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nondescriptandnothingness.blogspot.com/feeds/4527933013953804288/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://nondescriptandnothingness.blogspot.com/2010/02/this-weekend-was-berry-goot.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6592154791216928026/posts/default/4527933013953804288'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6592154791216928026/posts/default/4527933013953804288'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nondescriptandnothingness.blogspot.com/2010/02/this-weekend-was-berry-goot.html' title='This weekend was... berry goot'/><author><name>R^3</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03020361869098967368</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5jI_crZ2bms/Smj_U9UfK5I/AAAAAAAAAAs/tikNq8nU5fw/S220/Photo+2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6592154791216928026.post-9040761225657696852</id><published>2010-01-29T23:18:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-05-17T20:58:37.918-07:00</updated><title type='text'>When does this college nonsense stop, again?</title><content type='html'>People are drunk bastards that I can't read. I'm sick of feeling alienated.  Also, don't tell me one thing and do another.  If you order me to open up don't turn away when I bare my soul.  Honestly people, where is your humanity?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6592154791216928026-9040761225657696852?l=nondescriptandnothingness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nondescriptandnothingness.blogspot.com/feeds/9040761225657696852/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://nondescriptandnothingness.blogspot.com/2010/01/when-does-this-college-nonsense-stop.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6592154791216928026/posts/default/9040761225657696852'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6592154791216928026/posts/default/9040761225657696852'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nondescriptandnothingness.blogspot.com/2010/01/when-does-this-college-nonsense-stop.html' title='When does this college nonsense stop, again?'/><author><name>R^3</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03020361869098967368</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5jI_crZ2bms/Smj_U9UfK5I/AAAAAAAAAAs/tikNq8nU5fw/S220/Photo+2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6592154791216928026.post-4293544587277561533</id><published>2010-01-24T20:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-05-17T21:03:42.466-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Keenan Revue ended its tyrannical hold of my life on Saturday with the dance.  I had a great time with a great date and ended up having a few moments.  Afterwards we talked music and I picked out about 16 hours of music her life has been missing (for better or worse). It was kind of awesome.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;On Sunday I took the cds over to her room and made an ass out of myself.  I acted like a fool.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Then, for some reason I thought it was a good time to reassess all of the relationships I've ever had in my life and came to the realization that I have usually liked others more than they have liked me.  This isn't just in intimate relationships but overall.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Oh. And congratulations Colts.  You're going to the super bowl.  Woo hoo.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6592154791216928026-4293544587277561533?l=nondescriptandnothingness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nondescriptandnothingness.blogspot.com/feeds/4293544587277561533/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://nondescriptandnothingness.blogspot.com/2010/01/last-night-was-last-night-of-keenan.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6592154791216928026/posts/default/4293544587277561533'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6592154791216928026/posts/default/4293544587277561533'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nondescriptandnothingness.blogspot.com/2010/01/last-night-was-last-night-of-keenan.html' title=''/><author><name>R^3</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03020361869098967368</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5jI_crZ2bms/Smj_U9UfK5I/AAAAAAAAAAs/tikNq8nU5fw/S220/Photo+2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6592154791216928026.post-4292820459820028186</id><published>2010-01-21T22:23:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-05-17T21:05:06.218-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Eventually Sam Mendes will do a movie not involving suburban angst...</title><content type='html'>but until then I won't hold my breath.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The revue went well tonight.  Our skit impressed.  Especially the first pun, which is of course an abortion joke.  Still have a shit load of work to do.  Let's get to it!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6592154791216928026-4292820459820028186?l=nondescriptandnothingness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nondescriptandnothingness.blogspot.com/feeds/4292820459820028186/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://nondescriptandnothingness.blogspot.com/2010/01/eventually-sam-mendes-will-do-movie-not.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6592154791216928026/posts/default/4292820459820028186'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6592154791216928026/posts/default/4292820459820028186'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nondescriptandnothingness.blogspot.com/2010/01/eventually-sam-mendes-will-do-movie-not.html' title='Eventually Sam Mendes will do a movie not involving suburban angst...'/><author><name>R^3</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03020361869098967368</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5jI_crZ2bms/Smj_U9UfK5I/AAAAAAAAAAs/tikNq8nU5fw/S220/Photo+2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6592154791216928026.post-3110465950488933905</id><published>2010-01-17T18:51:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-05-17T21:06:14.980-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I need some more Beach Boys music</title><content type='html'>That is definitely one underrated band in my collection.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;In other news, I'm waiting to hear back for as to whether or not the skit made it into the Revue.  I really would love for this to be in the Revue.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We killed at the second round of tryouts, but Fr. Dan was a little unsure about the content/language, but we'll see how this develops.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;In other news, she said yes about going to the Revue dance with me.  I was so happy I wanted to jump and holler, but that would have been inappropriate.  Tough week ahead.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Bring it on.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6592154791216928026-3110465950488933905?l=nondescriptandnothingness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nondescriptandnothingness.blogspot.com/feeds/3110465950488933905/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://nondescriptandnothingness.blogspot.com/2010/01/i-need-some-more-beach-boys-music.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6592154791216928026/posts/default/3110465950488933905'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6592154791216928026/posts/default/3110465950488933905'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nondescriptandnothingness.blogspot.com/2010/01/i-need-some-more-beach-boys-music.html' title='I need some more Beach Boys music'/><author><name>R^3</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03020361869098967368</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5jI_crZ2bms/Smj_U9UfK5I/AAAAAAAAAAs/tikNq8nU5fw/S220/Photo+2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6592154791216928026.post-1503767012918966460</id><published>2010-01-15T22:51:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-05-17T21:07:46.335-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Party Scene</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;This is all just a bad joke.  Rebel by fulfilling a stereotype!  Drink! Grind! Hook up!  And making fun of it is only good for like, five minutes, then I just become lonely and depressed.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Still trying to find my weekend niche.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6592154791216928026-1503767012918966460?l=nondescriptandnothingness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nondescriptandnothingness.blogspot.com/feeds/1503767012918966460/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://nondescriptandnothingness.blogspot.com/2010/01/party-scene.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6592154791216928026/posts/default/1503767012918966460'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6592154791216928026/posts/default/1503767012918966460'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nondescriptandnothingness.blogspot.com/2010/01/party-scene.html' title='Party Scene'/><author><name>R^3</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03020361869098967368</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5jI_crZ2bms/Smj_U9UfK5I/AAAAAAAAAAs/tikNq8nU5fw/S220/Photo+2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6592154791216928026.post-858681592232863075</id><published>2010-01-13T20:34:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-13T20:40:58.803-08:00</updated><title type='text'>UND is Gorgeous</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5jI_crZ2bms/S06gOmHamaI/AAAAAAAAABg/NNuV8f28iaU/s1600-h/100_3308.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5jI_crZ2bms/S06gOmHamaI/AAAAAAAAABg/NNuV8f28iaU/s400/100_3308.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5426450773638289826" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nothing can compare to walking through a campus replete with virgin snow while only sounds from distant winds and the laughter of students drifts through the air, across a perfectly blue sky.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Experiencing this is akin to an embrace with God while he tells you "Everything will be alright."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I believe him.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I love this place.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6592154791216928026-858681592232863075?l=nondescriptandnothingness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nondescriptandnothingness.blogspot.com/feeds/858681592232863075/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://nondescriptandnothingness.blogspot.com/2010/01/und-is-gorgeous.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6592154791216928026/posts/default/858681592232863075'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6592154791216928026/posts/default/858681592232863075'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nondescriptandnothingness.blogspot.com/2010/01/und-is-gorgeous.html' title='UND is Gorgeous'/><author><name>R^3</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03020361869098967368</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5jI_crZ2bms/Smj_U9UfK5I/AAAAAAAAAAs/tikNq8nU5fw/S220/Photo+2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5jI_crZ2bms/S06gOmHamaI/AAAAAAAAABg/NNuV8f28iaU/s72-c/100_3308.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6592154791216928026.post-4544109785664619965</id><published>2010-01-11T18:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-11T19:57:51.136-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Today's Useless Word List</title><content type='html'>- Hansom - "The gondolas of London." Two person horse drawn buggy popular in late 19th century England.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;- Au pied de la lettre - quite literally&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;- Ex libris - from the library of, a mark indicating ownership, as if from a library&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;- Coup d'honneur - finishing blow in a duel&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;- Anti-pugilism - defense in boxing&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;- Congener - a person or thing in the same class as another&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;- Onomastics - the study of the origin, history, and use of proper names&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;- Intimation - hint&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;- Puerile - juvenile&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;- Ratiocinative - related to or marked by skilled methodical or logical reasoning&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;- Querulous - full of complaints, peevish, carping, (characterized by or inclined to petty or fussy faultfinding)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;- Dour - stubbornly unyielding&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;- Commissionaire - A uniformed messenger employed by the Corps of Commissionaires for the employment of pensioned soldiers&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;- Hypermetropia - farsightedness&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;- Myopia - nearsightedness&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;- Par Excellence - being the best of its kind&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;- Luthieri - one who makes or repairs stringed instruments&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Enjoy these gems.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6592154791216928026-4544109785664619965?l=nondescriptandnothingness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nondescriptandnothingness.blogspot.com/feeds/4544109785664619965/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://nondescriptandnothingness.blogspot.com/2010/01/todays-useless-word-list.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6592154791216928026/posts/default/4544109785664619965'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6592154791216928026/posts/default/4544109785664619965'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nondescriptandnothingness.blogspot.com/2010/01/todays-useless-word-list.html' title='Today&apos;s Useless Word List'/><author><name>R^3</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03020361869098967368</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5jI_crZ2bms/Smj_U9UfK5I/AAAAAAAAAAs/tikNq8nU5fw/S220/Photo+2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6592154791216928026.post-3924474511543667172</id><published>2010-01-11T07:15:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-05-17T21:09:42.163-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Dreams.</title><content type='html'>Dreams can do weird things.  Sometimes they finish a movie for you, like, say, Four Weddings and a Funeral.  Other times they bring up things that just depress you.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 106px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5jI_crZ2bms/S0tBg53JGFI/AAAAAAAAABY/5CkGLD80iaE/s320/interwebs.png" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5425502209641617490" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6592154791216928026-3924474511543667172?l=nondescriptandnothingness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nondescriptandnothingness.blogspot.com/feeds/3924474511543667172/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://nondescriptandnothingness.blogspot.com/2010/01/dreams.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6592154791216928026/posts/default/3924474511543667172'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6592154791216928026/posts/default/3924474511543667172'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nondescriptandnothingness.blogspot.com/2010/01/dreams.html' title='Dreams.'/><author><name>R^3</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03020361869098967368</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5jI_crZ2bms/Smj_U9UfK5I/AAAAAAAAAAs/tikNq8nU5fw/S220/Photo+2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5jI_crZ2bms/S0tBg53JGFI/AAAAAAAAABY/5CkGLD80iaE/s72-c/interwebs.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6592154791216928026.post-2051851934264865826</id><published>2010-01-10T21:20:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-05-17T21:10:35.349-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Timely Rom-Com</title><content type='html'>I couldn't believe I had not seen 'Four Weddings and a Funeral,' before now, but I understand why I haven't seen it until now.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I am seeing it at an incredibly timely moment, where I can identify quite strongly with Charles.  Tom Hansen, Ethan Allen Hawley, and Charles.  If you want to know about me, look at these characters.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6592154791216928026-2051851934264865826?l=nondescriptandnothingness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nondescriptandnothingness.blogspot.com/feeds/2051851934264865826/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://nondescriptandnothingness.blogspot.com/2010/01/timely-rom-com.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6592154791216928026/posts/default/2051851934264865826'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6592154791216928026/posts/default/2051851934264865826'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nondescriptandnothingness.blogspot.com/2010/01/timely-rom-com.html' title='Timely Rom-Com'/><author><name>R^3</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03020361869098967368</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5jI_crZ2bms/Smj_U9UfK5I/AAAAAAAAAAs/tikNq8nU5fw/S220/Photo+2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6592154791216928026.post-492417834043714163</id><published>2010-01-10T17:45:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-10T17:46:14.768-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Home Sickness</title><content type='html'>Does that have something to do with the amount of drinking in college?&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I wonder.  I know it affects my depression.  I've only been at school for 6 hours and I already seem unhappy.  Geez it works fast.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6592154791216928026-492417834043714163?l=nondescriptandnothingness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nondescriptandnothingness.blogspot.com/feeds/492417834043714163/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://nondescriptandnothingness.blogspot.com/2010/01/home-sickness.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6592154791216928026/posts/default/492417834043714163'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6592154791216928026/posts/default/492417834043714163'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nondescriptandnothingness.blogspot.com/2010/01/home-sickness.html' title='Home Sickness'/><author><name>R^3</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03020361869098967368</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5jI_crZ2bms/Smj_U9UfK5I/AAAAAAAAAAs/tikNq8nU5fw/S220/Photo+2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6592154791216928026.post-2712643746523532669</id><published>2010-01-09T13:46:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-05-17T21:11:09.610-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Jeggings. Just one more sign of the aPOPalypse</title><content type='html'>Popular culture is now intentionally destroying my will to participate in it.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;People say "But they're comfortable."  So is being naked, but I abstain from that in public.  Quit being so self centered.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6592154791216928026-2712643746523532669?l=nondescriptandnothingness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nondescriptandnothingness.blogspot.com/feeds/2712643746523532669/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://nondescriptandnothingness.blogspot.com/2010/01/jeggings-just-one-more-sign-of.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6592154791216928026/posts/default/2712643746523532669'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6592154791216928026/posts/default/2712643746523532669'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nondescriptandnothingness.blogspot.com/2010/01/jeggings-just-one-more-sign-of.html' title='Jeggings. 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