<?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-8684154</id><updated>2011-09-02T18:28:12.131-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Confusing Situations</title><subtitle type='html'>"A chief event of life is the day in which we have encountered a mind that startled us."
--Ralph Waldo Emerson </subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tmkoll01.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8684154/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tmkoll01.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Tammy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1gB8G427_tM/S42z753AhhI/AAAAAAAAAAM/ZpjSSJ0FXow/S220/new+hair.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>42</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8684154.post-110592620509656989</id><published>2005-01-16T20:30:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-01-16T20:43:25.096-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>It's been a while since I last wrote.   Well It's been a long time.  I guess I haven't had much to say.  I no longer live with my crazy roommate.  She moved out.  My friend, alicia, from highschool moved in with me and our room is kick ass.  Which is kind of exciting.  I went to china star with some of her friends and their pretty cool.  My fortune cookie said " Someone from your past will come back to steal your heart".  Of course you have to add "In the bed" after it.  But mine wasn't really that cool.  I'm not planning on hooking up with someone from the past and I don't think I'm going to run into anyone from the past either.  So  mine kind of sucked.  It didn't really sound cool with the "In the bed" part either.  &lt;br /&gt;I hope everyone had a great break and congrats to someone for finally pulling some ass.  Lol.  It's about damn time.  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8684154-110592620509656989?l=tmkoll01.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tmkoll01.blogspot.com/feeds/110592620509656989/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8684154&amp;postID=110592620509656989' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8684154/posts/default/110592620509656989'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8684154/posts/default/110592620509656989'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tmkoll01.blogspot.com/2005/01/its-been-while-since-i-last-wrote.html' title=''/><author><name>Tammy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1gB8G427_tM/S42z753AhhI/AAAAAAAAAAM/ZpjSSJ0FXow/S220/new+hair.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8684154.post-110220633623389994</id><published>2004-12-04T19:13:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-12-04T19:25:36.233-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Random thoughts:</title><content type='html'>Wow I am really bored.  But the up side is that in only two short weeks I can go home for christmas break, which is very exciting.  I get a whole month to spend with my mom and some friends from back home.  I can't wait.  The downside, however, is that the last week that I am here I have exams which will be not good at all.  I really do not enjoy finals.  It is so stressful.  Lately I have been having the wierdiest dreams.  I don't know, maybe it's because of stress.  In one of my dreams I was having a huge fight with my aunt and I called her a "cunt".  Which I would never say that to another person, let alone to my aunt.  And then I had another dream that I was jennifer garner off of Alias and I was kicking some bad guy ass.  That dream was kind of cool.  But last night I had a dream that this werewolf thingy wanted to bite me and make me a werewolf but my parents moved me to mexico where I ran into my friend Rolen who I found out worked for the werewolf.  Then while living in mexico I stayed in this little shack with like eight other people and one of them was the little boy from pet semetary.   Yeah, if anyone reads this and you don't know me,&lt;em&gt;  &lt;/em&gt;I swear that I'm not crazy.  Well I'm not crazy most of the time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8684154-110220633623389994?l=tmkoll01.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tmkoll01.blogspot.com/feeds/110220633623389994/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8684154&amp;postID=110220633623389994' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8684154/posts/default/110220633623389994'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8684154/posts/default/110220633623389994'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tmkoll01.blogspot.com/2004/12/random-thoughts.html' title='Random thoughts:'/><author><name>Tammy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1gB8G427_tM/S42z753AhhI/AAAAAAAAAAM/ZpjSSJ0FXow/S220/new+hair.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8684154.post-110211045287069040</id><published>2004-12-03T16:42:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-12-04T18:53:42.426-05:00</updated><title type='text'>My Crazy Roommate!!!!!</title><content type='html'>I've just decided that my roommate is crazy. She is completely insane and needs to seek professional help. Not only does she blame me for doing things that I don't do but she has decided to change her career to professional thief. That's right. She stole my friend steve's jacket out of my closet and gave it to her crack head boyfriend. When I confronted her about it she played the innocent routine and said she didn't know what I was talking about. Funny thing though. On my way to my programming class I saw Nick (aka her boyfriend) wearing my jacket. What a loser. So now I feel like taking my pillow and suffocating her every time I see her. No I'm just kidding but seriously who does that. Not to mention the other numerous personal items that have become missing from me which I will not get into in this entry. If I have to live with her for another semester I might just become the crazy one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8684154-110211045287069040?l=tmkoll01.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tmkoll01.blogspot.com/feeds/110211045287069040/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8684154&amp;postID=110211045287069040' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8684154/posts/default/110211045287069040'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8684154/posts/default/110211045287069040'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tmkoll01.blogspot.com/2004/12/my-crazy-roommate.html' title='My Crazy Roommate!!!!!'/><author><name>Tammy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1gB8G427_tM/S42z753AhhI/AAAAAAAAAAM/ZpjSSJ0FXow/S220/new+hair.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8684154.post-110170213084700021</id><published>2004-11-28T23:09:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-11-28T23:22:10.846-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I haven't wrote in a while.  I've been very busy lately.  I went home for Thanksgiving, which wasn't the most relaxing week.  And now I'm swamped with papers, exams, and studying for finals.  Well I'm sure everyone thinks their family is disfunctional, but mine really is.  My mom cooked Thanksgiving dinner and invited all the family over.  Aunts, Uncles, cousins, the whole works.  Which wasn't exactly the brightest idea considering nobody is getting along right now.   So it was turkey, stuffing, and bitching all day.  I was actually looking forward to working and making some extra cash, but I couldn't get on the schedule.  I hope the next few weeks is better than my vacation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8684154-110170213084700021?l=tmkoll01.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tmkoll01.blogspot.com/feeds/110170213084700021/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8684154&amp;postID=110170213084700021' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8684154/posts/default/110170213084700021'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8684154/posts/default/110170213084700021'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tmkoll01.blogspot.com/2004/11/i-havent-wrote-in-while.html' title=''/><author><name>Tammy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1gB8G427_tM/S42z753AhhI/AAAAAAAAAAM/ZpjSSJ0FXow/S220/new+hair.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8684154.post-110072987226010827</id><published>2004-11-17T17:13:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-11-17T17:17:52.260-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I found this on ebaumsworld.com and thought it was hilarious, check it out:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.ebaumsworld.com/wbam.shtml"&gt;http://www.ebaumsworld.com/wbam.shtml&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WBAM FM Chicago - Mate Match&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the WBAM FM morning show in Chicago, the DJs play a game where they award winners great prizes. The game is called "Mate Match." The DJs call someone at work and ask if they are married or seriously involved with someone. If the contestant answers yes, he or she is then asked 3 random yet highly personal questions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The person is also asked to divulge the name of their partner (with phone number) for verification. If their partner answers those same three questions correctly, they both win the prize.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One particular game, however, several months ago made the City of Big Shoulders drop to its knees with laughter and is possibly the funniest thing I've heard yet. Anyway, here's how it all went down:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DJ: "Hey! This is Edgar on WBAM. Have you ever heard of 'Mate Match'?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Contestant: (laughing) "Yes I have."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DJ: "Great! Then you know we're giving away a trip to Orlando,Florida if you win. What is your name? First only please."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Contestant: "Brian."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DJ: "Brian, are you married or what?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Brian: "Yes."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DJ: "Yes? Does that mean you're married or you're what?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Brian: (laughing nervously) "Yes, I am married."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DJ: "Thank you. Now, what is your wife's name? First only please."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Brian: "Sara."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DJ: "Is Sara at work, Brian?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Brian: "She is gonna kill me."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DJ: "Stay with me here, Brian! Is she at work?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Brian: (laughing) Yes, she's at work."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DJ: "Okay, first question - when was the last time you had sex?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Brian: "She is gonna kill me."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DJ: "Brian! Stay with me here!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Brian: "About 8 o'clock this morning."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DJ: "Atta boy, Brian."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Brian: (laughing sheepishly) "Well..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DJ: "Question #2 - How long did it last?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Brian: "About 10 minutes."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DJ: "Wow! You really want that trip, huh? No one would ever have said that if a trip wasn't at&lt;br /&gt;stake."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Brian: "Yeah, that trip sure would be nice."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DJ: "Okay. Final question. Where did you have sex at 8 o'clock this morning?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Brian: (laughing hard) "I, ummm, I, well..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DJ: "This sounds good, Brian. Where was it at?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Brian: "Not that it was all that great, but her Mom is staying for a couple of weeks..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DJ: "Uh huh..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Brian: "...and the Mother-in-law was in the shower at the Time."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DJ: "Atta boy, Brian."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Brian: "On the kitchen table."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DJ: "Not that great?? That is more adventure than the previous hundred times I've done it.&lt;br /&gt;Okay folks, I will put Brian on hold, get his wife's work number and call her up. You listen to this. (3 minutes of commercials follow.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DJ: "Okay audience, let's call Sarah, shall we?" (touchtones ringing)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Clerk: "Kinkos."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DJ: "Hey, is Sarah around there somewhere?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Clerk: "This is she."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DJ: "Sarah, this is Edgar with WBAM. We are live on the air right now and I've been talking&lt;br /&gt;with Brian for a couple of hours now."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sarah: (laughing) "A couple of hours?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DJ: "Well, a while now. He is on the line with us. Brian knows not to give any answers away or you'll lose. Sooooooo...do you know the rules of 'Mate match'?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sarah: "No."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DJ: "Good!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Brian: (laughing)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sarah: (laughing) "Brian, what the hell are you up to?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Brian (laughing) "Just answer his questions honestly, okay? Be completely honest."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DJ: "Yeah yeah yeah. Sure. Now, I will ask you 3 questions, Sarah. If your answers match&lt;br /&gt;Brian's answers, then the both of you will be off to Orlando, Florida for 5 days on us. Disney World. Sea World. Tickets to the Magic's game. The whole deal. Get it Sarah?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sarah: (laughing) "Yes."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DJ: "All right. When did you last have sex, Sarah?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sarah: "Oh God, Brian....uh, this morning before Brian went to work."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DJ: "What time?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sarah: "Around 8 this morning."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DJ: "Very good. Next question. How long did it last?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sarah: "12, 15 minutes maybe."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DJ: "Hmmmm. That's close enough. I am sure she is trying to protect his manhood. We've got one last question, Sarah. You are one question away from a trip to Florida. Are you ready?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sarah: (laughing) "Yes."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DJ: "Where did you have it?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sarah: "OH MY GOD, BRIAN!! You didn't tell them that, did you?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Brian: "Just tell him, honey."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DJ: "What is bothering you so much,Sarah?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sarah: "Well, it's just that my Mom is vacationing with us and..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DJ: "She saw?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sarah: "BRIAN?!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Brian: "No, no I didn't..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DJ: "Ease up there, sister. Just messing' with your head. Your answer, please?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sara: "Dear Lord...I cannot believe you told them this."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Brian: "Come on, honey, it's for a free trip to Florida."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DJ: "Let's go, sister. We ain't got all day here. Where did you do it?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sarah: (short pause) "In the ass."&lt;br /&gt;(long, long pause)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DJ: "We'll be right back after a word from our sponsors."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8684154-110072987226010827?l=tmkoll01.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tmkoll01.blogspot.com/feeds/110072987226010827/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8684154&amp;postID=110072987226010827' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8684154/posts/default/110072987226010827'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8684154/posts/default/110072987226010827'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tmkoll01.blogspot.com/2004/11/i-found-this-on-ebaumsworld.html' title=''/><author><name>Tammy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1gB8G427_tM/S42z753AhhI/AAAAAAAAAAM/ZpjSSJ0FXow/S220/new+hair.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8684154.post-110067261551567336</id><published>2004-11-17T01:57:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-11-17T01:23:35.516-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>My friend sent this to me in an email and I got a kick out of it:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;YOU KNOW YOU GREW UP IN THE 80's or early 90's IF-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;Youve ever ended a sentence with the word "PSYCHE".&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;You watched the Pound Puppies&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;You can sing the rap to the "Fresh Prince of Belair"&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;You wore biker shorts under your skirts and felt stylish.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;You yearned to be a member of the Baby-Sitters club and tried to start a club of your own.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;You owned those lil Strawberry Shortcake pals scented dolls.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;You know that "WOAH" comes from Joey on Blossom.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Two words: M.C. Hammer&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;If you ever watched "Fraggle Rock".&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;You had plastic streamers on your handle bars.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;You can sing the entire theme song to "Duck Tales".&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;When it was actually worth getting up early on a Saturday to watch cartoons.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;You were a ponytail on the side of your head.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;You saw the original "Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles" on the big screen.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;You got super-excited when it was Oregon Trail day in computer class.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;You made your mom buy one of those clips that would hold your shirt in a knot on the side.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;You played the game "MASH" (Mansion, Apartment, Shelter, House).&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;You were Jordache jean jacket and you were proud of it. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;L.A. Gear...need I say more&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;You wanted to change your name to "JEM" in kindergarten.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;You remember reading "Tales of a fourth grade nothing" and all the Ramona books. Ramona completed in 1st grade.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;You know the profound meaning of "WAX ON, WAX OFF".&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;You wanted to be a Goonie.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;You ever wore fluorescent clothing.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;You can remember what Micheal Jackson looked like before his nose fell off...&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;You have ever pondered why Smurfette was the only female smurf.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;You took Lunch Pails to school.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;You remember the CRAZE, then the BANNING of the slap bracelets.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;You still get the urge to say "NOT" after every sentence.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;You remember Hypercolor t-shirts.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Barbie and the Rockers was your favorite band.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;You thought Sheera and the He-man should hook up.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;You thought your childhood friends would never leave because you exchanged friendship bracelets.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;You ever owned a pair of Jelly-Shoes.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;After you saw Pee-Wee's Big Adventure you kept saying "I know you are, but what am I?"&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;You remember "Ive fallen and I can't get up"&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;You remember going to the skating rink before there were in-line skates.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;You ever got seriously injured on a Slip and Slide.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;You ever played with a Skip-It.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;You had or attended a birthday party at McDonalds.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;You've gone through this nodding your head in agreement.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;You remember Popples.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;"Don't worry, be happy"&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;You wore like, EIGHT paris of socks over tights with high top Reeboks.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;You were socks scrunched down.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;"Miss MARY MACK MACK MACK, all dressed in BLACK BLACK BLACK"&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;You remember boom boxes vs. cd players.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;You remember watching both "Gremlins" movies.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;You know what it meant to say "Care Bear Stare!!"&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;You remember watching Rainbow Bright and my Little Pony Tales.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;You thought Doogie Howser was hot.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;You remember Alf, the lil furry brown alien from Melmac.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;You remember New Kids on the Block when they were cool.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;You knew all the character names and their life stories on "Saved by the Bell", the ORIGINAL class.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;You know all the words to Bon Jovi -SHOT THRU THE HEART.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;You just sang those words to yourself (Didn't you).&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;You remember watching Magic vs. Bird.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;You cut your t-shirts in half and wore it with your homemade Levi Shorts(the shorter the better).&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;You remember when mullets were cool.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;You had a mullet.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;You still sing "We are the World"&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;You "Pegged" your pants ritually.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;p&gt;You're still singing shot through the heart in your head arent you?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8684154-110067261551567336?l=tmkoll01.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tmkoll01.blogspot.com/feeds/110067261551567336/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8684154&amp;postID=110067261551567336' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8684154/posts/default/110067261551567336'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8684154/posts/default/110067261551567336'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tmkoll01.blogspot.com/2004/11/my-friend-sent-this-to-me-in-email-and.html' title=''/><author><name>Tammy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1gB8G427_tM/S42z753AhhI/AAAAAAAAAAM/ZpjSSJ0FXow/S220/new+hair.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8684154.post-110037523874934429</id><published>2004-11-13T14:40:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-11-13T14:47:18.750-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I saw The Incredibles last night at the free movie.  It was really good.  Sarah and I went with our friend Jack.  If you've ever met Jack then you'd know that he doesn't know how to keep his mouth shut.  Well we are sitting there watching this movie and the whole time Jack is saying perverted things.  Then this woman turns around and stares at Jack and says in a really bitchy voice, "Excuse me but there's an eight year old kid sitting right here."  Now I'm sorry but she shouldn't have said that to Jack of all people.  He just goes off on her.  He's like, "I'm sure the kid doesn't here anything bad in the trailor now does he."  I was so embarrassed.  Reminder to myself, never go anywhere in public with Jack, lol.  Well tonight looks like i'm going to be dewing the captain, lol.  No it's a drink, Mountain dew and captain morgan.  It's Sarah's b-day and that's her fav drink so that's what we will be drinking.  Hopefully we don't get into any trouble tonight.  Because it seems like whenever there's me and sarah and alcohol involved, trouble usually follows. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8684154-110037523874934429?l=tmkoll01.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tmkoll01.blogspot.com/feeds/110037523874934429/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8684154&amp;postID=110037523874934429' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8684154/posts/default/110037523874934429'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8684154/posts/default/110037523874934429'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tmkoll01.blogspot.com/2004/11/i-saw-incredibles-last-night-at-free.html' title=''/><author><name>Tammy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1gB8G427_tM/S42z753AhhI/AAAAAAAAAAM/ZpjSSJ0FXow/S220/new+hair.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8684154.post-110030347756631661</id><published>2004-11-12T18:51:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-11-12T18:51:17.566-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/236/2089/640/drunk.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' style='border:1px solid #000000; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/236/2089/320/drunk.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Getting sick at the Hot Guys house (My friends and I can't remember his name).  Thanks for holding my hair Emmers!!!&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href='http://www.hello.com/' target='ext'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbh.gif' alt='Posted by Hello' border='0' style='border:0px;padding:0px;background:transparent;' align='absmiddle'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8684154-110030347756631661?l=tmkoll01.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tmkoll01.blogspot.com/feeds/110030347756631661/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8684154&amp;postID=110030347756631661' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8684154/posts/default/110030347756631661'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8684154/posts/default/110030347756631661'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tmkoll01.blogspot.com/2004/11/getting-sick-at-hot-guys-house-my.html' title=''/><author><name>Tammy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1gB8G427_tM/S42z753AhhI/AAAAAAAAAAM/ZpjSSJ0FXow/S220/new+hair.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8684154.post-110030320133481678</id><published>2004-11-12T18:46:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-11-12T18:54:07.343-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/236/2089/640/rockclimb.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: #000000 1px solid; BORDER-TOP: #000000 1px solid; MARGIN: 2px; BORDER-LEFT: #000000 1px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM: #000000 1px solid" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/236/2089/320/rockclimb.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me rock climbing at the icecream social (In the blue) .  Oh, by the way, I did make it all the way to the top :P &lt;a href="http://www.hello.com/" target="ext"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: 0px; PADDING-RIGHT: 0px; BORDER-TOP: 0px; PADDING-LEFT: 0px; BACKGROUND: none transparent scroll repeat 0% 0%; PADDING-BOTTOM: 0px; BORDER-LEFT: 0px; PADDING-TOP: 0px; BORDER-BOTTOM: 0px" alt="Posted by Hello" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/pbh.gif" align="absMiddle" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8684154-110030320133481678?l=tmkoll01.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tmkoll01.blogspot.com/feeds/110030320133481678/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8684154&amp;postID=110030320133481678' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8684154/posts/default/110030320133481678'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8684154/posts/default/110030320133481678'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tmkoll01.blogspot.com/2004/11/me-rock-climbing-at-icecream-social-in.html' title=''/><author><name>Tammy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1gB8G427_tM/S42z753AhhI/AAAAAAAAAAM/ZpjSSJ0FXow/S220/new+hair.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8684154.post-110029789945492553</id><published>2004-11-12T17:18:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-11-12T17:18:19.453-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/236/2089/640/Picture.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' style='border:1px solid #000000; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/236/2089/320/Picture.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My Drinking Buddies!  Left to Right: Stevo and Rolen                 &amp;nbsp;&lt;a href='http://www.hello.com/' target='ext'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbh.gif' alt='Posted by Hello' border='0' style='border:0px;padding:0px;background:transparent;' align='absmiddle'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8684154-110029789945492553?l=tmkoll01.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tmkoll01.blogspot.com/feeds/110029789945492553/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8684154&amp;postID=110029789945492553' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8684154/posts/default/110029789945492553'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8684154/posts/default/110029789945492553'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tmkoll01.blogspot.com/2004/11/my-drinking-buddies-left-to-right.html' title=''/><author><name>Tammy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1gB8G427_tM/S42z753AhhI/AAAAAAAAAAM/ZpjSSJ0FXow/S220/new+hair.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8684154.post-110029764242917264</id><published>2004-11-12T17:14:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-11-12T18:54:53.606-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/236/2089/640/Panama.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: #000000 1px solid; BORDER-TOP: #000000 1px solid; MARGIN: 2px; BORDER-LEFT: #000000 1px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM: #000000 1px solid" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/236/2089/320/Panama.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Panama City Beach Spring Break, 2003 (Left to Right: Me and Mindy)!!! &lt;a href="http://www.hello.com/" target="ext"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: 0px; PADDING-RIGHT: 0px; BORDER-TOP: 0px; PADDING-LEFT: 0px; BACKGROUND: none transparent scroll repeat 0% 0%; PADDING-BOTTOM: 0px; BORDER-LEFT: 0px; PADDING-TOP: 0px; BORDER-BOTTOM: 0px" alt="Posted by Hello" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/pbh.gif" align="absMiddle" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8684154-110029764242917264?l=tmkoll01.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tmkoll01.blogspot.com/feeds/110029764242917264/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8684154&amp;postID=110029764242917264' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8684154/posts/default/110029764242917264'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8684154/posts/default/110029764242917264'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tmkoll01.blogspot.com/2004/11/panama-city-beach-spring-break-2003.html' title=''/><author><name>Tammy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1gB8G427_tM/S42z753AhhI/AAAAAAAAAAM/ZpjSSJ0FXow/S220/new+hair.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8684154.post-110029760196367773</id><published>2004-11-12T17:13:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-11-12T18:55:29.836-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/236/2089/640/TheGang.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: #000000 1px solid; BORDER-TOP: #000000 1px solid; MARGIN: 2px; BORDER-LEFT: #000000 1px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM: #000000 1px solid" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/236/2089/320/TheGang.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Gangs all here...(Left to Right: Heather, Stoshy, Vanessa, Nate, and a Really hot guy)!! &lt;a href="http://www.hello.com/" target="ext"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: 0px; PADDING-RIGHT: 0px; BORDER-TOP: 0px; PADDING-LEFT: 0px; BACKGROUND: none transparent scroll repeat 0% 0%; PADDING-BOTTOM: 0px; BORDER-LEFT: 0px; PADDING-TOP: 0px; BORDER-BOTTOM: 0px" alt="Posted by Hello" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/pbh.gif" align="absMiddle" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8684154-110029760196367773?l=tmkoll01.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tmkoll01.blogspot.com/feeds/110029760196367773/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8684154&amp;postID=110029760196367773' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8684154/posts/default/110029760196367773'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8684154/posts/default/110029760196367773'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tmkoll01.blogspot.com/2004/11/gangs-all-here.html' title=''/><author><name>Tammy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1gB8G427_tM/S42z753AhhI/AAAAAAAAAAM/ZpjSSJ0FXow/S220/new+hair.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8684154.post-110029554596453060</id><published>2004-11-12T16:39:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-11-12T16:39:05.963-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/236/2089/640/Picture%20002.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' style='border:1px solid #000000; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/236/2089/320/Picture%20002.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me goofing off at the park ;)&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href='http://www.hello.com/' target='ext'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbh.gif' alt='Posted by Hello' border='0' style='border:0px;padding:0px;background:transparent;' align='absmiddle'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8684154-110029554596453060?l=tmkoll01.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tmkoll01.blogspot.com/feeds/110029554596453060/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8684154&amp;postID=110029554596453060' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8684154/posts/default/110029554596453060'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8684154/posts/default/110029554596453060'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tmkoll01.blogspot.com/2004/11/me-goofing-off-at-park.html' title=''/><author><name>Tammy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1gB8G427_tM/S42z753AhhI/AAAAAAAAAAM/ZpjSSJ0FXow/S220/new+hair.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8684154.post-110027715315132942</id><published>2004-11-12T11:25:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-11-12T11:32:33.153-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Well I just woke up and I have to meet my advisor at 12:30 to pre-register for classes.   Then the rest of my day is really booked up.  This weekend is my best friend sarah's birthday and that pretty much takes up the whole weekend.  I will be posting some new pics soon.  I have to get two rolls of film developed first.  I have no idea whats going to be on either of the rolls, so it should be interesting.  I'm going to go cleanse myself now, i.e. get a shower.  I'll talk to you guys later.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8684154-110027715315132942?l=tmkoll01.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tmkoll01.blogspot.com/feeds/110027715315132942/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8684154&amp;postID=110027715315132942' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8684154/posts/default/110027715315132942'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8684154/posts/default/110027715315132942'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tmkoll01.blogspot.com/2004/11/well-i-just-woke-up-and-i-have-to-meet.html' title=''/><author><name>Tammy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1gB8G427_tM/S42z753AhhI/AAAAAAAAAAM/ZpjSSJ0FXow/S220/new+hair.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8684154.post-110023670256121620</id><published>2004-11-11T23:52:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-11-12T00:18:22.563-05:00</updated><title type='text'>She had a bad day again!!!</title><content type='html'>Well today wasn't exactly the best day in my life.  I should have known that the day would suck from the weather.  Everytime it rains I have a bad day.  Hmmm, maybe I have Seasonal Affective Disorder.  No I'm just kidding.  I'm sane and rational most of the time.  I don't know.  Things just haven't been going very well for me lately.  I don't know what my problem is.  I haven't been getting along with my friends, well two of my friends.  And I think this is effecting my whole outlook on life right now.  I'm just sick of people walking all over me.  I don't want to give people the idea that I'm just a door mat they can step on whenever they feel like it.  If that means I have to be a bitch well I guess it's worth it.  Right?  I'm a very stuborn person and I have a hard time admitting when i'm wrong.  But this time I just don't think I am.  I don't think it's right for people who are supposed to be your friends to make you feel like shit most of the time your around them.  Which is why I'm just going to erase them completely out of my life.  I don't need bad energy like that in my life.  Atleast I still have my best friends in my life that support me and I support them in everything they do.  I luv you guys :)  And I've been thinking a lot about my love life.  You know I was completely content with being single.  And I'm not exactly looking for anything serious, I mean I'm not ready for that.  But it would be nice to have someone to talk to and oh I don't know spoon with.  Who doesn't like to spoon?  But then again, considering two-thirds of my friends are guys, I see how immature and well horny they are and I don't know if I could deal with that as far as relationships go.  I mean it would be easier to get a dog from the pound, lol.  No i'm just kidding.  I'll figure it out.  I guess I have time to, I haven't met anyone that I think I could stand spooning with. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8684154-110023670256121620?l=tmkoll01.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tmkoll01.blogspot.com/feeds/110023670256121620/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8684154&amp;postID=110023670256121620' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8684154/posts/default/110023670256121620'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8684154/posts/default/110023670256121620'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tmkoll01.blogspot.com/2004/11/she-had-bad-day-again.html' title='She had a bad day again!!!'/><author><name>Tammy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1gB8G427_tM/S42z753AhhI/AAAAAAAAAAM/ZpjSSJ0FXow/S220/new+hair.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8684154.post-110014654575963538</id><published>2004-11-10T23:06:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-11-10T23:15:45.760-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I had a philosophy exam today, which I think I aced.  I finished the exam with a half an hour to spare.  I'm a genius.  Nah just a really great procrastinator.  I'm not so worried about my major anymore.  I'm sticking with psychology.  I'm actually excited about it.  I was talking to the TA to my psych 281 class and he really inspired me to keep on trying.  It's not like I'm doing bad in the class.  I have a B.  But I realized that just because I don't like my psychology class this semester doesn't mean I won't like my next psych class.  So I think everythings going to work out. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8684154-110014654575963538?l=tmkoll01.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tmkoll01.blogspot.com/feeds/110014654575963538/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8684154&amp;postID=110014654575963538' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8684154/posts/default/110014654575963538'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8684154/posts/default/110014654575963538'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tmkoll01.blogspot.com/2004/11/i-had-philosophy-exam-today-which-i.html' title=''/><author><name>Tammy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1gB8G427_tM/S42z753AhhI/AAAAAAAAAAM/ZpjSSJ0FXow/S220/new+hair.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8684154.post-109987241097120921</id><published>2004-11-07T19:00:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-11-07T19:06:50.973-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Confused and Lazy</title><content type='html'>Today I have been extremely lazy.  Actually this weekend i've been lazy.  I decided to lay low this weekend and not get into anything.  I haven't had any time to myself since i've been down here.  Sometimes I like to actually have some time to myself.  To be able to listen to some music and relax.   Both of my roommates went home this weekend and I had the whole room to myself.  It was really nice.  I haven't wrote in my blog since the elections.  I'm still recovering from the blow.  My roommate Julie and I are officially not talking anymore.  Even though I know that I've done nothing wrong and I shouldn't have to apoligize I feel like if I don't do it then it will never happen.  And then there's going to be this weird tension for the rest of the semester.  Well i'm sure the whole thing will eventually work out.  It always finds a way.  Right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8684154-109987241097120921?l=tmkoll01.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tmkoll01.blogspot.com/feeds/109987241097120921/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8684154&amp;postID=109987241097120921' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8684154/posts/default/109987241097120921'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8684154/posts/default/109987241097120921'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tmkoll01.blogspot.com/2004/11/confused-and-lazy.html' title='Confused and Lazy'/><author><name>Tammy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1gB8G427_tM/S42z753AhhI/AAAAAAAAAAM/ZpjSSJ0FXow/S220/new+hair.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8684154.post-109953959233659354</id><published>2004-11-03T22:20:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-11-03T22:39:52.336-05:00</updated><title type='text'>What the fuck is wrong with Americans?</title><content type='html'>Ignorance:denseness,stupidity, dumbness, empty-headedness, unintelligence, &lt;strong&gt;blindness&lt;/strong&gt;...etc.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm so pissed right now I think I might be like Bush and start talking in incoherent fucking sentences.  What the fuck is wrong with everyone?  Do they not see what they just did to our country.  This is ridiculous.  Open your eyes and stop being so ignorant to what is going on around you.  How in the hell did Bush win?  Well I know how he won but why?  I won't be suprised if by the end of Bush's term we become a third world country.  Or better yet, being that none of the fucking politicians read any of the bills passed, I'm sure that Bush will pass a law saying that he can never leave presidency.  Who the fuck knows what is in store for us now.&lt;br /&gt;I really think I'll move to Canada. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Instead of voting on moral issues why don't you vote on something that effects everyone.  For instance, unemployment.  When asked about unemployment Kerry replied something like, "I don't know what he did to cause this but I'll do everything in my power to fix it."  And what did Bush say, "Oh I don't know.  Give me another four years and I'll try it again."  What the fuck.  People come on.  I'm sure by the time I graduate I won't be able to get job, I'll be homeless, and starving.  Just like the rest of America, oh except for the rich (Bush's fucking Elite)  I don't care, there's nothing else I can do besides sit and watch the shit hit the fan. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mark my words:  By the end of this you will all wish that god had given you a brain and some fucking eyes so that you could have seen the worst coming....Do I see another Great Depression.  But just sit back in your sit and relax and watch Bush fuck up America and our economy considering nobody cares about the fucking economy.  All they care about is Gay marriages and abortion.  Oh and by the way, Abortion is never going to go away.  Either you want your fifteen year old  daughter having an abortion in the doctor's office or with coat hanger.  You pick.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have a great day all of you republican assholes and don't forget to piss off!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8684154-109953959233659354?l=tmkoll01.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tmkoll01.blogspot.com/feeds/109953959233659354/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8684154&amp;postID=109953959233659354' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8684154/posts/default/109953959233659354'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8684154/posts/default/109953959233659354'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tmkoll01.blogspot.com/2004/11/what-fuck-is-wrong-with-americans.html' title='What the fuck is wrong with Americans?'/><author><name>Tammy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1gB8G427_tM/S42z753AhhI/AAAAAAAAAAM/ZpjSSJ0FXow/S220/new+hair.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8684154.post-109935205658593135</id><published>2004-11-01T17:32:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-11-01T18:34:16.586-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I'm a little distraught over the election. If Bush becomes president I'm moving to Canada. No Joke. I've just come to the conclusion that most Republicans are stupid. I mean there is no other explanation for it. My roommate is a Republican and she is completely oblivious to all of the stupid shit Bush has done to our Country. She thinks she's a Republican because of her own free will but I think it's her parents. I don't mean to offend anyone but I just can't figure it out. First topic, Tax Cuts for the rich . Come on now. I've heard his reasoning for this and it's a stupid reason. Next topic, Bush's speech impediments. "Rarely is the question asked &lt;strong&gt;Is&lt;/strong&gt; our children learning? Will the highways of the internet become more few?" WTF. Now I know that I can sometimes fuck up sentences, but I'm not president. Here are a few other great things Bush has done for us:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;3 million jobs lost&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Removing separation between Church and State&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;In 3 years $401 billion deficit- largest in Americas history&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt;I don't know how you feel about the subject. I know that some people believe Bush is a good president. I guess that's what is so great about this country. We have the right to call Bush an asshole with no repercussions. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;All that I can say is VOTE!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://images.google.com/imgres?imgurl=http://www.striporama.com/illuminutty/george_bush.jpg&amp;imgrefurl=http://www.striporama.com/illuminutty/illuminutty.html&amp;amp;amp;h=301&amp;w=300&amp;amp;sz=19&amp;tbnid=0nln62NmszMJ:&amp;amp;amp;tbnh=111&amp;tbnw=111&amp;amp;start=353&amp;amp;prev=/images%3Fq%3DGeorge%2BBush%26start%3D340%26hl%3Den%26lr%3D%26sa%3DN"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8684154-109935205658593135?l=tmkoll01.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tmkoll01.blogspot.com/feeds/109935205658593135/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8684154&amp;postID=109935205658593135' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8684154/posts/default/109935205658593135'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8684154/posts/default/109935205658593135'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tmkoll01.blogspot.com/2004/11/im-little-distraught-over-election.html' title=''/><author><name>Tammy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1gB8G427_tM/S42z753AhhI/AAAAAAAAAAM/ZpjSSJ0FXow/S220/new+hair.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8684154.post-109885276338604828</id><published>2004-10-27T01:07:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-10-27T00:52:43.386-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>QOTD:  What's your favorite scary movie? &lt;br /&gt;In the name of halloween I thought I would ask it.  I know it's cliche but I love halloween, and scary movies, so I'm just curious what your favorite scary movie is.  Lets see...my favorite scary movie would have to be...i don't know.  It's hard to say.  I have so many.  Probably classics like the first Halloween or Nightmare on Elm Street, Puppet Master, Dolly Dearest (This movie freaked me out when I was little), etc...  When I was little I would watch these scary movies that I knew would give me nightmares but I'd still watch them.  I'd do the thing where you go to cover your eyes but you look anyways.  I remember seeing Lost Boys and after that I slept with my covers wrapped all around my neck.  Sometimes when I sleep you will see me pull the covers up around my neck, habit I guess.  There are a couple of newer movies that I thought were kinda scary.  I think movies like Dawn of the Dead and The Ring, are really scary.  They aren't the kind of scary that makes you jump in the theater.  They are the kind of scary that when you get home and your all alone in your room you have to unplug your TV or sleep with a knife under your pillow.  But that's hypothetical; I never did anything like that before.  No my friends make fun of me when it comes to scary movies.  Apparently I'm easily scared.  I know it's true.  I guess I'm just a jumpy person. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8684154-109885276338604828?l=tmkoll01.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tmkoll01.blogspot.com/feeds/109885276338604828/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8684154&amp;postID=109885276338604828' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8684154/posts/default/109885276338604828'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8684154/posts/default/109885276338604828'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tmkoll01.blogspot.com/2004/10/qotd-whats-your-favorite-scary-movie.html' title=''/><author><name>Tammy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1gB8G427_tM/S42z753AhhI/AAAAAAAAAAM/ZpjSSJ0FXow/S220/new+hair.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8684154.post-109863413720877264</id><published>2004-10-24T11:46:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-10-24T12:08:57.210-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Alcohol is the DEVIL.  I'm never ever drinking again.  I started drinking at 10 in the morning yesterday.  I'm really tired right now.  I've got a lot of things to do this weekend.  I need to study for an exam and read some essays for philosophy.  I will need a couple more hours of sleep before I start anything though.  I really hate frat parties.  Somehow I ended up at Sigma Pi last night.  I guess my friends dragged my drunk ass there.  I don't know.  I'm so sick of being hit on by every single guy there.  Do they not think that we know all they want is a piece of ass?  I mean seriously.  Do they think we're that stupid?  Emily and I have decided that we could go to Sigma Pi in potato sacks and still get hit on.  Brenton would be like "Hey ladies, you wanna go up to my room?" Lmao.  Man Brenton is really funny in that whole laughing at him and not with him way.  My friends and I just mention Brenton's name and crack up laughing.  Last week he tried to get me, my friend Sarah, and my roommate Casey to have I guess a big old orgy with him.  He was trying his damndest.  He has no game.  Well anyways Homecoming weekend is over and now the fun must end.  There are things to do, diplomas to get, and I won't be having an experience like this again until reading night. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8684154-109863413720877264?l=tmkoll01.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tmkoll01.blogspot.com/feeds/109863413720877264/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8684154&amp;postID=109863413720877264' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8684154/posts/default/109863413720877264'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8684154/posts/default/109863413720877264'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tmkoll01.blogspot.com/2004/10/alcohol-is-devil.html' title=''/><author><name>Tammy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1gB8G427_tM/S42z753AhhI/AAAAAAAAAAM/ZpjSSJ0FXow/S220/new+hair.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8684154.post-109838580734354075</id><published>2004-10-21T15:01:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-10-21T15:10:07.343-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Homecoming Weekend!!!  Hell Yeah!!!!</title><content type='html'>Well I think that after this weekend, I will hopefully be feeling a lot better about things.  It's homecoming weekend and starting from today until Saturday night or Sunday morning it's drinking time.  Last homecoming was awesome so this one has a lot to live up to.  But I figure that all of my friends will be here and we have this detailed plan on when and where we will be drinking.  Oh the college life.  It's taught me so much.  I plan on starting this thing off tonight.  And then tomorrow, after I get out of classes, I will be drinking.  And then Saturday, if I'm not mistaken is the game.  So my friends got two kegs of which we will be drinking at the tailgate party.  So I will be stumbling to the game, If I even make it.  Last year I didn't make it.  You see Saturday night is the best night.  Last year I started drinking at 3 in the afternoon and didn't stop until Sunday morning.  It's amazing how much you can get away with here at Morehead State just because Alumni are in town.  The cops will drive by and if you have a beer in your hand all they will say is put that in a cup.   This is amazing because this is supposed to be a dry campus.  HAHAHA!!!!  Unfortunatly this Homecoming will be different from last homecoming because of numerous reasons which I won't get into right now.  But oh well.  I will still make this one count too!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8684154-109838580734354075?l=tmkoll01.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tmkoll01.blogspot.com/feeds/109838580734354075/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8684154&amp;postID=109838580734354075' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8684154/posts/default/109838580734354075'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8684154/posts/default/109838580734354075'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tmkoll01.blogspot.com/2004/10/homecoming-weekend-hell-yeah.html' title='Homecoming Weekend!!!  Hell Yeah!!!!'/><author><name>Tammy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1gB8G427_tM/S42z753AhhI/AAAAAAAAAAM/ZpjSSJ0FXow/S220/new+hair.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8684154.post-109829532458016832</id><published>2004-10-20T13:56:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-10-20T14:02:04.580-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Things are looking up!!!</title><content type='html'>Well I think things are going a little better for me... I think I'm going to just start going to the tutor every chance I get for my computer programming class.  I need to do better in this class because next semester I have to take c++.  OH YEAH!!! But I'm still confused about my major.  I don't know if I want to do psychology anymore.  Maybe it's just this semester's class but I seriously hate going to it.  Right now I have a B in the class but I don't want to go another six years doing something that doesn't make me happy.  The problem is that I don't know what will make me happy.  I really like philosophy but I know if I go home to mom and tell her "Hey mom I think I'm going to go to school for philosophy" she will flip.  I'll hear this big lecture on how you can't get a job with this subject and you can't make money...which everyone knows that money is the key to happiness, or atleast to my mom it is.  I'm so sick of money being a big issue in my life.  Why can't I just do what makes me happy instead of what will make everyone else happy? I don't know.  I'll figure it out. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8684154-109829532458016832?l=tmkoll01.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tmkoll01.blogspot.com/feeds/109829532458016832/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8684154&amp;postID=109829532458016832' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8684154/posts/default/109829532458016832'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8684154/posts/default/109829532458016832'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tmkoll01.blogspot.com/2004/10/things-are-looking-up.html' title='Things are looking up!!!'/><author><name>Tammy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1gB8G427_tM/S42z753AhhI/AAAAAAAAAAM/ZpjSSJ0FXow/S220/new+hair.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8684154.post-109821809483348732</id><published>2004-10-19T16:31:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-10-19T16:34:54.833-04:00</updated><title type='text'>I finally figured it out!!!</title><content type='html'>I finally figured out how to post the damn pictures.  That was the most exhausting thing that I've ever had to do dealing with computers.  Well not as exhausting as my computer programming exam that I had to take today.  I hate computer programming.  I hate it so much that mentioning the name of the course makes me sick.  My mom will flip when she sees that I have a D in that class right now.  This sucks so bad.  I can't wait until this semester is over with.  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8684154-109821809483348732?l=tmkoll01.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tmkoll01.blogspot.com/feeds/109821809483348732/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8684154&amp;postID=109821809483348732' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8684154/posts/default/109821809483348732'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8684154/posts/default/109821809483348732'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tmkoll01.blogspot.com/2004/10/i-finally-figured-it-out.html' title='I finally figured it out!!!'/><author><name>Tammy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1gB8G427_tM/S42z753AhhI/AAAAAAAAAAM/ZpjSSJ0FXow/S220/new+hair.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8684154.post-109821660871546793</id><published>2004-10-19T16:10:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-10-19T16:10:08.716-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/236/2089/640/Picture%20006.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' style='border:1px solid #000000; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/236/2089/320/Picture%20006.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is my friend, Chad.  He's a nice guy.&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href='http://www.hello.com/' target='ext'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbh.gif' alt='Posted by Hello' border='0' style='border:0px;padding:0px;background:transparent;' align='absmiddle'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8684154-109821660871546793?l=tmkoll01.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tmkoll01.blogspot.com/feeds/109821660871546793/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8684154&amp;postID=109821660871546793' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8684154/posts/default/109821660871546793'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8684154/posts/default/109821660871546793'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tmkoll01.blogspot.com/2004/10/this-is-my-friend-chad.html' title=''/><author><name>Tammy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1gB8G427_tM/S42z753AhhI/AAAAAAAAAAM/ZpjSSJ0FXow/S220/new+hair.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8684154.post-109821651634417578</id><published>2004-10-19T16:08:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-10-19T16:08:36.343-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/236/2089/640/Picture%20007.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' style='border:1px solid #000000; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/236/2089/320/Picture%20007.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My doggy, Buffy!  She's so purty&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href='http://www.hello.com/' target='ext'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbh.gif' alt='Posted by Hello' border='0' style='border:0px;padding:0px;background:transparent;' align='absmiddle'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8684154-109821651634417578?l=tmkoll01.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tmkoll01.blogspot.com/feeds/109821651634417578/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8684154&amp;postID=109821651634417578' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8684154/posts/default/109821651634417578'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8684154/posts/default/109821651634417578'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tmkoll01.blogspot.com/2004/10/my-doggy-buffy-shes-so-purty.html' title=''/><author><name>Tammy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1gB8G427_tM/S42z753AhhI/AAAAAAAAAAM/ZpjSSJ0FXow/S220/new+hair.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8684154.post-109821645024494209</id><published>2004-10-19T16:07:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-10-19T16:56:28.990-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/236/2089/640/Picture%20001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: #000000 1px solid; BORDER-TOP: #000000 1px solid; MARGIN: 2px; BORDER-LEFT: #000000 1px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM: #000000 1px solid" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/236/2089/320/Picture%20001.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My friends and I having a kick ass time at the SAE house!&lt;br /&gt;From left to Right:  Julie, Me, and Emily &lt;a href="http://www.hello.com/" target="ext"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: 0px; PADDING-RIGHT: 0px; BORDER-TOP: 0px; PADDING-LEFT: 0px; BACKGROUND: none transparent scroll repeat 0% 0%; PADDING-BOTTOM: 0px; BORDER-LEFT: 0px; PADDING-TOP: 0px; BORDER-BOTTOM: 0px" alt="Posted by Hello" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/pbh.gif" align="absMiddle" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8684154-109821645024494209?l=tmkoll01.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tmkoll01.blogspot.com/feeds/109821645024494209/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8684154&amp;postID=109821645024494209' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8684154/posts/default/109821645024494209'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8684154/posts/default/109821645024494209'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tmkoll01.blogspot.com/2004/10/my-friends-and-i-having-kick-ass-time.html' title=''/><author><name>Tammy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1gB8G427_tM/S42z753AhhI/AAAAAAAAAAM/ZpjSSJ0FXow/S220/new+hair.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8684154.post-109811443889339414</id><published>2004-10-18T11:40:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-10-18T11:47:18.893-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Do you believe in free will?</title><content type='html'>I aced my Philosophy exam today.  I'm really excited.  I guess all of the studying payed off.  I really enjoy this class.  Today we discussed the existence of free will.  We talked about arguments for and against free will.  I used to believe in free will, which would have made me a libertarian.  I would like to think that I am in control of my destiny and that I'm not merely a puppet.  But now I'm not sure.  After hearing the arguments against free will I'm confused on which I believe in.  Someone who believes that our choices and actions aren't up to us would be a hard determinist.  They believe that since every event in the world is determined by a cause, we are never free to choose.  They base this on two premises.  The first being that every event in the world has a cause.  Even if we don't know what the cause is yet there is a cause.  Now I tried to think of one event in which there was no cause but came up with nothing.  Can you think of one?  The next premise is that human choices and actions are parts of the world. Now I believe this to be true.  I like to think that I am apart of this world so therefore my actions are to.  This leads to a conclusion that human choices have sufficient causes and are determined by those causes.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What do you think about this?  Do you believe in free will or do you believe that our choices and actions are already determined?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8684154-109811443889339414?l=tmkoll01.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tmkoll01.blogspot.com/feeds/109811443889339414/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8684154&amp;postID=109811443889339414' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8684154/posts/default/109811443889339414'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8684154/posts/default/109811443889339414'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tmkoll01.blogspot.com/2004/10/do-you-believe-in-free-will.html' title='Do you believe in free will?'/><author><name>Tammy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1gB8G427_tM/S42z753AhhI/AAAAAAAAAAM/ZpjSSJ0FXow/S220/new+hair.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8684154.post-109807314368026845</id><published>2004-10-18T01:35:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-10-18T12:33:04.773-04:00</updated><title type='text'>A little info about me.....</title><content type='html'>Name: Tammy&lt;br /&gt;Gender: Female&lt;br /&gt;Birthday: March 6th, 1985&lt;br /&gt;Height: 5’6&lt;br /&gt;Eyes: Green/Blue&lt;br /&gt;Hair: Brown&lt;br /&gt;Thunderstorms-cool or scary: Scary&lt;br /&gt;What’s your zodiac sign: Pisces&lt;br /&gt;Have you ever been in love?: No&lt;br /&gt;Is the glass half empty or full?: half empty&lt;br /&gt;Name a song that describes yourself or that you can relate to: Time of Your Life, GreenDay&lt;br /&gt;Where do you see yourself in ten years: Having my doctorate degree and publishing my first book&lt;br /&gt;Do you want kids: Yeah, Atleast two&lt;br /&gt;***Which is better?***&lt;br /&gt;In the car…AC or open windows: Open windows&lt;br /&gt;Chocolate or Vanilla: Chocolate&lt;br /&gt;Cool Ranch or Cheese Doritos: Cool Ranch&lt;br /&gt;Mud Wrestling or Jello Wrestling: Mud Wrestling&lt;br /&gt;Coke or Pepsi: Pepsi&lt;br /&gt;Blondes, Brunettes, or Redheads: Brunettes&lt;br /&gt;Tall or Short: Tall&lt;br /&gt;TV or Radio: Radio&lt;br /&gt;White or Chocolate Milk: White&lt;br /&gt;***Favorites***&lt;br /&gt;Favorite TV Show: The OC and Desperate Housewifes&lt;br /&gt;Favorite Sport: Volleyball&lt;br /&gt;Favorite Book: Pride and Prejudice, Jane Austen&lt;br /&gt;Favorite Magazine: Cosmo&lt;br /&gt;Favorite Food: Strawberries&lt;br /&gt;Favorite Color: Blue&lt;br /&gt;Favorite Sound: Laughter&lt;br /&gt;Favorite Smell: Old Spice, Cigars, And old books&lt;br /&gt;Favorite Movie: Tomcats&lt;br /&gt;****Do You..**&lt;br /&gt;Get motion sickness: Yes&lt;br /&gt;Do you sleep with a stuffed animal, if so what?: No&lt;br /&gt;Do you type with your fingers on the right keys: Yes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8684154-109807314368026845?l=tmkoll01.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tmkoll01.blogspot.com/feeds/109807314368026845/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8684154&amp;postID=109807314368026845' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8684154/posts/default/109807314368026845'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8684154/posts/default/109807314368026845'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tmkoll01.blogspot.com/2004/10/little-info-about-me.html' title='A little info about me.....'/><author><name>Tammy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1gB8G427_tM/S42z753AhhI/AAAAAAAAAAM/ZpjSSJ0FXow/S220/new+hair.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8684154.post-109805198874734718</id><published>2004-10-17T18:27:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-10-18T01:46:14.920-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Anywhere but here...</title><content type='html'>I wouldn't mind getting out of the states someday.  I actually wish that I could get out of here now.  I am so burnt out on classes.  I know that it will be worth it in the long run but I'm so tired of looking at the same scenery and the same people every day.  I really wish that I could just stop schooling for a year and travel.  It wouldn't matter where, just somewhere.  I wouldn't mind going to Thailand or well just anywhere.  I can't even think of where I would want to go because I know I probably won't have the opportunity until I'm a lot older.  But I think it would be really scary to go off by myself.  Even though I'm a very independent and cynical person it would still be very dangerous for me, someone who only speaks one language, english, and a little bit of spanish, to go somewhere like China.  But I guess given the opportunity I would most likely jump on it and not worry about the consequences. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just curious....Where would you go if money was no issue?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8684154-109805198874734718?l=tmkoll01.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tmkoll01.blogspot.com/feeds/109805198874734718/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8684154&amp;postID=109805198874734718' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8684154/posts/default/109805198874734718'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8684154/posts/default/109805198874734718'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tmkoll01.blogspot.com/2004/10/anywhere-but-here.html' title='Anywhere but here...'/><author><name>Tammy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1gB8G427_tM/S42z753AhhI/AAAAAAAAAAM/ZpjSSJ0FXow/S220/new+hair.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8684154.post-109802849784097942</id><published>2004-10-17T11:56:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-10-18T01:47:41.846-04:00</updated><title type='text'>A Brand New Day</title><content type='html'>Well I didn't go to bed until around 3 last night. I couldn't sleep. I stayed up looking at funny videos on collegehumor.com. I'm not addicted, I swear.  I still haven't gotten around to putting my pic up. I've tried but none of my friends have scanners. I don't know; it's not a big deal. I'm actually thinking about going back to bed. I got up to see if anything good was on tv but theres nothing on my five channels, lol. Oh if any of my friends are wondering why I'm not on aim, it won't work. I have the worst luck with computers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8684154-109802849784097942?l=tmkoll01.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tmkoll01.blogspot.com/feeds/109802849784097942/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8684154&amp;postID=109802849784097942' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8684154/posts/default/109802849784097942'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8684154/posts/default/109802849784097942'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tmkoll01.blogspot.com/2004/10/brand-new-day.html' title='A Brand New Day'/><author><name>Tammy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1gB8G427_tM/S42z753AhhI/AAAAAAAAAAM/ZpjSSJ0FXow/S220/new+hair.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8684154.post-109795824374921202</id><published>2004-10-16T16:29:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-10-18T01:49:03.823-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Dear Diary</title><content type='html'>Well I still haven't taken a shower yet. I'm just in one of those lazy moods. I can do whatever I want this weekend and if feels  great. All of my roommates went home this weekend and now I have the whole room to myself. I've decided that I have to do something extremely fun tonight. My friends say that I have the attention span of a four year old. I guess it's true. I have to be doing something or atleast have an idea of what I'll be doing. Like tonight for example, I'm really frustrated because I have no idea what I'll be doing. I know if I don't come up with a plan then I won't do anything. Well I'm going to take your advice Sarah and get a freaking shower. I feel like crap. What I need to do, instead of going out tonight, is study for my two exams next week and work on my problem set in Psychology. Yeah will see which I end up doing tonight!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8684154-109795824374921202?l=tmkoll01.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tmkoll01.blogspot.com/feeds/109795824374921202/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8684154&amp;postID=109795824374921202' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8684154/posts/default/109795824374921202'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8684154/posts/default/109795824374921202'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tmkoll01.blogspot.com/2004/10/dear-diary.html' title='Dear Diary'/><author><name>Tammy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1gB8G427_tM/S42z753AhhI/AAAAAAAAAAM/ZpjSSJ0FXow/S220/new+hair.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8684154.post-109795276841249188</id><published>2004-10-16T14:54:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-10-16T15:00:52.320-04:00</updated><title type='text'>It seems to me that maybe....</title><content type='html'>So I just woke up and I'm still really tired. I'm listening to Jack Johnson right now and playing some solitare. I might go to Collegehumor.com. It's an awesome site. Everyone should check it out. Well it's not philosophically or intellectually awesome. It's just moronically awesome. The name says it all. I don't know why I'm listening to Flake. I guess just to torture myself. Hopefully someone calls me soon to give me incentive to get up and get a shower. I was supposed to go hiking somewheres today with Emily. But considering she gets up at like six and starts her day I'm sure that she's not in her room and I won't be able to get ahold of her. I should have went home this weekend. But no I stayed down here in Kentucky in god's land with no activities to do except drink. I seriously think that eighty percent of the students that go here will graduate being alcoholics.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8684154-109795276841249188?l=tmkoll01.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tmkoll01.blogspot.com/feeds/109795276841249188/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8684154&amp;postID=109795276841249188' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8684154/posts/default/109795276841249188'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8684154/posts/default/109795276841249188'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tmkoll01.blogspot.com/2004/10/it-seems-to-me-that-maybe.html' title='It seems to me that maybe....'/><author><name>Tammy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1gB8G427_tM/S42z753AhhI/AAAAAAAAAAM/ZpjSSJ0FXow/S220/new+hair.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8684154.post-109790069227695317</id><published>2004-10-16T01:26:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-10-18T01:54:00.516-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Pineapple on Pizza!!Who would have thunk it?</title><content type='html'>Whoever thought of putting pineapple on pizza is a genius. I mean how would you come up with a genius idea like that. Were they like lets try strawberries, peaches, pineapple, bananas, etc..Ewww Bananas on pizza would be nasty. I can't even imagine how nasty it would be. Well I didn't go out tonight. I was but then I became extremely tired so I didn't. I didn't even go to the free movie tonight. But who wants to see Sharktales for the third time. Why in the hell didn't they put up a new movie this week. I want to see the Grudge. Well I'm probably not going to be able to sleep again tonight because I took like a three hour nap this afternoon. Now me and friends are hanging out  in my dorm room listening to some kick ass music and eating ham and pineapple pizza. Some of the best times I have is spending time with my friends just doing nothing. It's awesome. I think we are going to go take a drive here in a few and probably go to Cave Run Lake for a little while. I'll have to dress very warm. Because it's freezing. I hate Morehead weather. From now on I will have to blame my bad moods on the weather. Who wouldn't be pissed off all the time if you had to walk to class in freezing weather while it's raining. I was an idiot today. I forgot that it was going to be cold outside and I walked out in flip flops. I wish I lived in a tropical area so that I could wear flip flops all the time. They're awesome. I don't know how girls wear high heels to class. That concept doesn't make sense to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8684154-109790069227695317?l=tmkoll01.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tmkoll01.blogspot.com/feeds/109790069227695317/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8684154&amp;postID=109790069227695317' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8684154/posts/default/109790069227695317'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8684154/posts/default/109790069227695317'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tmkoll01.blogspot.com/2004/10/pineapple-on-pizzawho-would-have-thunk.html' title='Pineapple on Pizza!!Who would have thunk it?'/><author><name>Tammy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1gB8G427_tM/S42z753AhhI/AAAAAAAAAAM/ZpjSSJ0FXow/S220/new+hair.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8684154.post-109788641632246816</id><published>2004-10-15T20:29:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-10-15T20:27:48.850-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Well I might be going out again tonight. I'm debating whether I should or not. It is the weekend and there's not much else to do. Well I might go to lakigi tomorrow evening. It's cold but it should be fun. If anyone is wondering what lakigi is it's this huge rock. It's a really big rock that you have to climb up to get to the top. It's a little hard to get up there but once you make it to the top there's the most amazing view. It's the kind of place you go to be alone and think or to go with your friends and talk about philosophical places. I'm telling you it's awesome. Some college students go up there at night and drink. That's completely crazy to me. I would roll off the rock and die if I went drunk. Actually there has been a few people who have died from being stupid and plastered. You know what I really love to do. Rock climb. I'm not the best at it but it's very exhilarating. At the beginning of the semester the ROTC had a rock climbing thing set up at the ice cream social. It was a lot of fun. I couldn't get any of my friends to go with me. I think they were afraid about looking stupid around hot guys. But I don't care. I'm used to making an ass out of myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8684154-109788641632246816?l=tmkoll01.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tmkoll01.blogspot.com/feeds/109788641632246816/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8684154&amp;postID=109788641632246816' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8684154/posts/default/109788641632246816'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8684154/posts/default/109788641632246816'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tmkoll01.blogspot.com/2004/10/well-i-might-be-going-out-again.html' title=''/><author><name>Tammy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1gB8G427_tM/S42z753AhhI/AAAAAAAAAAM/ZpjSSJ0FXow/S220/new+hair.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8684154.post-109787154236896365</id><published>2004-10-15T16:17:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-10-15T16:19:02.370-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Suprising Outcomes</title><content type='html'>Last night I actually had a good time.  And I wasn't that girl.  I had some good conversations with my friends and met a lot of new people, which I can't remember any of their names.  I am so bad with names, especially when I've been drinking.  I'm doing better in my classes and I actually understand some of the material.  I feel good about school and where I'm heading right now.  I think that I've finally found some hope.  And maybe I don't know what I want to do with my life.  But I'm okay with that.  I'm okay with not knowing where I'll end up tomorrow or a week from now or even years from now.  I talked to my mom today and that was nice.  I really miss her and all of my friends and coworkers back home.  They are so supportive and they are really awesome people.  Well hopefully this streak of good luck won't pass quickly.  I'll let you guys know!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8684154-109787154236896365?l=tmkoll01.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tmkoll01.blogspot.com/feeds/109787154236896365/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8684154&amp;postID=109787154236896365' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8684154/posts/default/109787154236896365'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8684154/posts/default/109787154236896365'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tmkoll01.blogspot.com/2004/10/suprising-outcomes.html' title='Suprising Outcomes'/><author><name>Tammy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1gB8G427_tM/S42z753AhhI/AAAAAAAAAAM/ZpjSSJ0FXow/S220/new+hair.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8684154.post-109777256133323826</id><published>2004-10-14T13:00:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-10-18T02:01:16.263-04:00</updated><title type='text'>No hot water!!!</title><content type='html'>I woke up today, still exhausted, only to find that the hot water wasn't working. How horrible is that? I can't take a shower. This is like the fifth time this has happened. So right now I'm in a shitty mood. Apparently I did something extremely stupid. I went to go get the mail and discovered that there was a tv guide and a bill statement addressed to me. I have no recollection of ordering Tv guide. My friend Emily said that apparently I was drunk and ordered Tv guide. Who does that? I guess me. First off let me tell you why it is so weird that I ordered Tv guide. I never watch television except for a few shows which I already know the time and day they come on. And since my roommates and I never watch tv we only have basic cable which is about five channels. So why in the hell would I want a Tv guide. So now I'm going to have to call Tv guide and tell them that I don't remember ordering it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8684154-109777256133323826?l=tmkoll01.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tmkoll01.blogspot.com/feeds/109777256133323826/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8684154&amp;postID=109777256133323826' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8684154/posts/default/109777256133323826'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8684154/posts/default/109777256133323826'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tmkoll01.blogspot.com/2004/10/no-hot-water.html' title='No hot water!!!'/><author><name>Tammy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1gB8G427_tM/S42z753AhhI/AAAAAAAAAAM/ZpjSSJ0FXow/S220/new+hair.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8684154.post-109773530565258553</id><published>2004-10-14T02:28:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-10-14T02:31:15.893-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="audblog"&gt;&lt;a class="audLink" href="http://www.audioblogger.com/media/36265/103981.mp3"&gt;&lt;img class="audImg" alt="this is an audio post - click to play" src="http://www.audioblogger.com/media/images/audioblogger.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8684154-109773530565258553?l=tmkoll01.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tmkoll01.blogspot.com/feeds/109773530565258553/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8684154&amp;postID=109773530565258553' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8684154/posts/default/109773530565258553'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8684154/posts/default/109773530565258553'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tmkoll01.blogspot.com/2004/10/this-is-audio-post-click-to-play.html' title=''/><author><name>Tammy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1gB8G427_tM/S42z753AhhI/AAAAAAAAAAM/ZpjSSJ0FXow/S220/new+hair.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8684154.post-109772914008831953</id><published>2004-10-14T01:50:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-10-18T02:03:19.676-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Yup...Still Can't Sleep!</title><content type='html'>So I still can't sleep and I'm really tired. I stayed up all night studying for my philosophy exam and I'm exhausted. So I guess I'm just going to write another entry. What the hell. I bought this journal to write in but I've discovered that my roommates are extremely nosy and read it. I don't care if complete strangers read my random thoughts, just not my friends. God I am so tired. Why can't I sleep? My roommates think I need a boyfriend. Why would I want to go and do a stupid thing like that? I mean I really enjoy the single life. I don't have to worry about answering to anyone. Which is one of my biggest pet peeves. It's great. But on the other hand, because I'm lacking sleep my neck and back hurts, so if I had a boyfriend I would make him give me a massage....hmmm that sounds really good right now. Well so I will try to go to sleep again and maybe this time it will work out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8684154-109772914008831953?l=tmkoll01.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8684154/posts/default/109772914008831953'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8684154/posts/default/109772914008831953'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tmkoll01.blogspot.com/2004/10/yupstill-cant-sleep.html' title='Yup...Still Can&apos;t Sleep!'/><author><name>Tammy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1gB8G427_tM/S42z753AhhI/AAAAAAAAAAM/ZpjSSJ0FXow/S220/new+hair.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8684154.post-109772569319501102</id><published>2004-10-13T23:46:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-10-18T02:04:52.393-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Why can't I sleep?</title><content type='html'>So it's about that time to to go to sleep and I just can't do it. You know when you're laying down getting ready to go to bed and your mind starts wandering. You start thinking about all kinds of stupid things that are irrelevant. But you just can't stop thinking. Then you try not to think and well that's impossible. Especially when you try. So then you start thinking about how many hours you will have to sleep if you could just fall asleep now. Which it goes from I will have six hours of sleep, then five hours of sleep and so on until it's about four in the morning and you have to be up in two hours and you finally fall asleep only to feel like shit in the morning. Well I can tell tonight is going to be one of those nights. So maybe I just won't even try to fall asleep. I will just stay up all night. Maybe pop some popcorn. Turn off the lights and watch a movie. Or I could just stay on my computer and look at interesting sites until all of the words on the screen start to blend together. I don't know. Which sounds best? I was thinking maybe I might put up a picture of me on here. But suprisingly, none of my roomates have a scanner. I also do not have a scanner. But I guess it really doesn't matter if I put up a picture. I mean how many people will actually view my blog that I will meet in this lifetime. Most likely none. So I guess you'll just have to see if I put up my picture....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8684154-109772569319501102?l=tmkoll01.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tmkoll01.blogspot.com/feeds/109772569319501102/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8684154&amp;postID=109772569319501102' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8684154/posts/default/109772569319501102'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8684154/posts/default/109772569319501102'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tmkoll01.blogspot.com/2004/10/why-cant-i-sleep.html' title='Why can&apos;t I sleep?'/><author><name>Tammy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1gB8G427_tM/S42z753AhhI/AAAAAAAAAAM/ZpjSSJ0FXow/S220/new+hair.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8684154.post-109771910479422405</id><published>2004-10-13T21:46:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-10-14T02:56:46.133-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Just Another Day....</title><content type='html'>I had a philosophy exam today. I think I aced it. I'm very excited. I studied three days for the exam. That's the first time that I've done that in a while. I really enjoy this class. A lot more than I enjoy classes pertaining to my major. But what can one do with a philosophy degree? Nothing really. I guess I could ask the same for my major though: Psychology. Lately I have been getting really burnt out on school and classes. How will I be able to make it for another six years or more if I don't start taking more credit hours. I don't know. I guess it will all work out eventually. It always does. It's amazing how important my decisions are to my life as I get older and older. In high school hard decisions consisted of what am I going to wear to school today?  I never knew how good I had it. Know all of the decisions I make could possibly affect the rest of my life.  How scary is that?  I guess it's part of growing up though. I think life would be easier if I had a little help. I will be happy when I will not have to worry about money or problems. I don't think that time will ever come though, not in this life time. It's funny how people always say they will be happy if.....Have you ever noticed that? Like achieving that one goal will make them feel complete for the rest of their lives. I seriously doubt it. People are always wanting what they can't have and once they get, they usually want something else next. It's an endless chain that most likely will never end until they are six feet under. Sorry for the pessimistic attitude. It's just one of those days, or months if you know what I mean.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8684154-109771910479422405?l=tmkoll01.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tmkoll01.blogspot.com/feeds/109771910479422405/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8684154&amp;postID=109771910479422405' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8684154/posts/default/109771910479422405'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8684154/posts/default/109771910479422405'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tmkoll01.blogspot.com/2004/10/just-another-day.html' title='Just Another Day....'/><author><name>Tammy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1gB8G427_tM/S42z753AhhI/AAAAAAAAAAM/ZpjSSJ0FXow/S220/new+hair.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8684154.post-109755671449272117</id><published>2004-10-12T01:25:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-10-18T02:06:54.836-04:00</updated><title type='text'>My first Blog Entry</title><content type='html'>So today has been a very boring day. I actually went to all of my classes for a change. I don't know why I have been so lazy this semester. I have to pry myself out of bed just to get up for my 9:10 philosophy class. Not to mention that I've been procrastinating this paper that I've had two weeks to do which I just started today. I don't know why this semester sucks so much. I really like my classes. And I've met a lot of new people that are really awesome. But all of my friends want to go to the keg parties and frat parties. That was great fun last year but I'm really burnt out on the numerous pick up lines and hangovers. I feel like I should be doing other things at this point of my life. I'm not sure what but there's just something missing. I don't know what it is but when I figure it out I'll let you know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8684154-109755671449272117?l=tmkoll01.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tmkoll01.blogspot.com/feeds/109755671449272117/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8684154&amp;postID=109755671449272117' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8684154/posts/default/109755671449272117'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8684154/posts/default/109755671449272117'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tmkoll01.blogspot.com/2004/10/my-first-blog-entry.html' title='My first Blog Entry'/><author><name>Tammy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1gB8G427_tM/S42z753AhhI/AAAAAAAAAAM/ZpjSSJ0FXow/S220/new+hair.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
