<?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-16527406</id><updated>2011-04-21T11:26:09.399-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Faerie Queene</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://faeriequeene05.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16527406/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://faeriequeene05.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>The Queene</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16441839716687750866</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>19</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16527406.post-113027024786122867</id><published>2005-10-25T12:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-25T12:57:27.866-07:00</updated><title type='text'>LJ</title><content type='html'>It's official.  I'm tired of the spam comments, I'm going back to LJ where there's no spam!  &lt;a href="http://www.livejournal.com/users/faeriequeene05/"&gt;http://www.livejournal.com/users/faeriequeene05/&lt;/a&gt; is where to find me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16527406-113027024786122867?l=faeriequeene05.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://faeriequeene05.blogspot.com/feeds/113027024786122867/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16527406&amp;postID=113027024786122867' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16527406/posts/default/113027024786122867'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16527406/posts/default/113027024786122867'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://faeriequeene05.blogspot.com/2005/10/lj.html' title='LJ'/><author><name>The Queene</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16441839716687750866</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16527406.post-113026555149354950</id><published>2005-10-25T11:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-25T11:39:11.500-07:00</updated><title type='text'>job woes</title><content type='html'>I hate my job.  Have I said that before?  Well, I do.  Some people there are nice, some aren't.  I'm tired and I'm tired of being tired.  Something better change soon because I have a feeling that part of the reason I don't feel good is because I know I'm not where I'm supposed to be.  I'm tired of waiting!!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16527406-113026555149354950?l=faeriequeene05.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://faeriequeene05.blogspot.com/feeds/113026555149354950/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16527406&amp;postID=113026555149354950' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16527406/posts/default/113026555149354950'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16527406/posts/default/113026555149354950'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://faeriequeene05.blogspot.com/2005/10/job-woes.html' title='job woes'/><author><name>The Queene</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16441839716687750866</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16527406.post-112993513585983700</id><published>2005-10-21T15:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-21T15:52:15.866-07:00</updated><title type='text'>uncaring</title><content type='html'>Someone said to me today that the reason I don't have a boyfriend is because I'm shy and I give off the impression that I don't care about anything.  I wasn't sure how to take that.  This person that said this to me isn't always nice, and she's over opinionated, but I began to wonder if she has a little point there.   I am shy in new situations (she only knows me at work) and perhaps I am hard to get to know, but is that the reason I don't have a boyfriend?  Or is it because I'm too picky?  Is it because the right guy hasn't come along yet?  With my history with guys (snotface and the like) I haven't been shy in the least, in fact, a little shyness would have come in handy just about then.  So, in writing this, I've come to the conclusion that this girl was trying to bait me and trying to make me feel like I had done something wrong.  She cheated me out of some tip money today, but not enough to make a fuss over....  I'm tired and I'm tired of being tired!  Tomorrow, I start looking at "moving on" options.  I'm trying to wait to see if I got into grad school or not but I'm getting impatient!  I know I only took the GRE two days ago and Radford probably doesn't even have my scores yet, but I'm so restless and wondering... when's it all going to start?  In college, I thought it would start when I graduated, now that I have, nothing's started?  I think I have to go out and start something myself and stop waiting for it to fall in my lap.  I wish I had someone to start something with (metaphore implied).&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16527406-112993513585983700?l=faeriequeene05.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://faeriequeene05.blogspot.com/feeds/112993513585983700/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16527406&amp;postID=112993513585983700' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16527406/posts/default/112993513585983700'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16527406/posts/default/112993513585983700'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://faeriequeene05.blogspot.com/2005/10/uncaring.html' title='uncaring'/><author><name>The Queene</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16441839716687750866</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16527406.post-112929667579918327</id><published>2005-10-14T06:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-14T06:31:15.853-07:00</updated><title type='text'>RIP Gladys</title><content type='html'>Well, Ladies and Gents, she died on Wednesday morning at 5am.  Bless her heart, she held on to see her granddaughter and speak to her son in Florida, then her body caughtup with her mind and she was gone.  The mad dash to get everything done began at 5:15am that morning.  Trips to the home, to the funeral home, to the cemetary all had to be done that day.  Phone calls out the wazoo had to be made and now, two days later, it's still not all done. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What I've learned from this experience: I'm going to have Mom knocked off by some guy named Bobby and leave it at that!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16527406-112929667579918327?l=faeriequeene05.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://faeriequeene05.blogspot.com/feeds/112929667579918327/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16527406&amp;postID=112929667579918327' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16527406/posts/default/112929667579918327'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16527406/posts/default/112929667579918327'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://faeriequeene05.blogspot.com/2005/10/rip-gladys.html' title='RIP Gladys'/><author><name>The Queene</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16441839716687750866</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16527406.post-112902611561932093</id><published>2005-10-11T03:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-11T03:21:55.626-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Mrs Smith</title><content type='html'>I'm going to Baltimore for a few days with Mom to say goodbye to my great grandmother (mom's grandmother) who is currently dying.  Bless the Old Girl's heart, shes 97 years old and it's time for her to go, but that doesn't make it much easier for those of us left.  I'm going to say goodbye, but mostly, I'm going for Mom.  She needs to go and will regret if she doesn't and she needs someone there with her.  At first, last night, I couldn't sleep with the thoughts of going.  I was worried about work and about what people would think about me for leaving on such short notice and such, but now, after I've had a few hours sleep (emphasis on &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;few&lt;/span&gt;) all I'm worried about is Mom, my grandmother, and how things are going to turn out while we're there....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;by the way, I'm worried about my GRE next wednesday too!!   AHHHH!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16527406-112902611561932093?l=faeriequeene05.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://faeriequeene05.blogspot.com/feeds/112902611561932093/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16527406&amp;postID=112902611561932093' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16527406/posts/default/112902611561932093'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16527406/posts/default/112902611561932093'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://faeriequeene05.blogspot.com/2005/10/mrs-smith.html' title='Mrs Smith'/><author><name>The Queene</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16441839716687750866</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16527406.post-112872671595384810</id><published>2005-10-07T16:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-07T16:11:55.976-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Stupid man!</title><content type='html'>Ok, I met this guy online, let's call him Jon.  Jon treats me like I'm two years old and he talks about my father like he's an aging and decrepid old man!  Two thumbs WAY down Jon!  You are losing any ground you &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;ever&lt;/span&gt; gained with that theater and candle lit dinner comment.  All in all, YOU LOSE!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Was that too mean?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16527406-112872671595384810?l=faeriequeene05.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://faeriequeene05.blogspot.com/feeds/112872671595384810/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16527406&amp;postID=112872671595384810' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16527406/posts/default/112872671595384810'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16527406/posts/default/112872671595384810'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://faeriequeene05.blogspot.com/2005/10/stupid-man.html' title='Stupid man!'/><author><name>The Queene</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16441839716687750866</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16527406.post-112846656529053240</id><published>2005-10-04T15:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-04T15:56:05.296-07:00</updated><title type='text'>GRE</title><content type='html'>I have just made my appointment to take the GRE on October 19!  Oh geez.  I need at least 1000 to get into Radford and this is my only chance to get in for the spring!  No preasure!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(1000 out from two test with scores ranging from 200-800 in increments of 10 and an analytical writing score ranging from 0-6)... yeah, I don't really get it either, but if it gets me into Radford who really cares?!?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16527406-112846656529053240?l=faeriequeene05.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://faeriequeene05.blogspot.com/feeds/112846656529053240/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16527406&amp;postID=112846656529053240' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16527406/posts/default/112846656529053240'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16527406/posts/default/112846656529053240'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://faeriequeene05.blogspot.com/2005/10/gre.html' title='GRE'/><author><name>The Queene</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16441839716687750866</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16527406.post-112808042464692023</id><published>2005-09-30T04:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-30T04:40:24.653-07:00</updated><title type='text'>decisions</title><content type='html'>I made three decisions today:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. I'm going to make an appointment to take my GRE in October.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. I'm going to mail my application to Radford today or tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3.  I'm going to look for a new job.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are many reasons why I've made these decisions today instead of any other day, but I guess the main one is that I'm tired.  I'm tired of getting up at 4am, I'm tired of dealing with crap at work (for which they don't pay me enough) and I'm tired of working with people who don't like me and treat me like I'm an idiot.  I'm tired of it and I don't have to stay there if I can get a new job (or win the lottery- but I think a new job is more likely to happen).  So, there it is.  That's the plan.  And let no man put it assunder.  Or something like that.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16527406-112808042464692023?l=faeriequeene05.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://faeriequeene05.blogspot.com/feeds/112808042464692023/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16527406&amp;postID=112808042464692023' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16527406/posts/default/112808042464692023'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16527406/posts/default/112808042464692023'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://faeriequeene05.blogspot.com/2005/09/decisions.html' title='decisions'/><author><name>The Queene</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16441839716687750866</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16527406.post-112786004387915780</id><published>2005-09-27T15:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-27T15:27:23.883-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Scotty!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4521/1571/1600/hamilton.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4521/1571/320/hamilton.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;May I just say that watching this man skate makes me smile like an idiot!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16527406-112786004387915780?l=faeriequeene05.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://faeriequeene05.blogspot.com/feeds/112786004387915780/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16527406&amp;postID=112786004387915780' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16527406/posts/default/112786004387915780'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16527406/posts/default/112786004387915780'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://faeriequeene05.blogspot.com/2005/09/scotty.html' title='Scotty!'/><author><name>The Queene</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16441839716687750866</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16527406.post-112777711303393843</id><published>2005-09-26T16:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-26T16:26:24.610-07:00</updated><title type='text'>i love nerds</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4521/1571/1600/atlantis1.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4521/1571/320/atlantis1.gif" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yup.  i love nerds.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4521/1571/1600/atlantis.gif"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16527406-112777711303393843?l=faeriequeene05.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://faeriequeene05.blogspot.com/feeds/112777711303393843/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16527406&amp;postID=112777711303393843' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16527406/posts/default/112777711303393843'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16527406/posts/default/112777711303393843'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://faeriequeene05.blogspot.com/2005/09/i-love-nerds.html' title='i love nerds'/><author><name>The Queene</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16441839716687750866</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16527406.post-112760683009789400</id><published>2005-09-24T16:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-24T17:07:10.103-07:00</updated><title type='text'>nothing profound</title><content type='html'>I have nothing profound to say.  I know that may come as a shock to some, but right now, I just don't have anything to say that is of any value to anyone except myself.  So, I'll say that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I haven't talked to nathan since Tuesday- the day after the "God-talk" that we had where we discovered that we believe totally different things.  Then, on Tuesday, I was really really tired and he took it the wrong way I think and hasn't called me since.  I know he's not busy, he doesn't actually have a job anymore since he quit Sheetz.  But I've come to accept that maybe this isn't a time in my life when I'm meant to have a boyfriend or whatnot.  I'm trying to learn to be happy with my circumstances and make my expectations meet with reality.  You know, it's not what you got that makes you happy, it's being happy with what you've got.  I know that's a cliche, but it's all I've got and I'm happy with it.  See how great this is working already?!?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got my nails done today, already broke one, but it was already cracked and my nail lady, Nancy, was hoping it would be ok with some extra jell and glue... she was wrong.  Who ever thought that putting a dish in the dishwasher could be so danergous??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I didn't do anything else today.  Not a thing.  I drank tea, I watched TV, and read things online, I thought about heading to grad school and realized that I won't be able to do nothing again for a long time.... and I was okay with that.  I really want to go to grad school and start my life.  Since it seems that I'm not going to get married any time soon, I may as well start a career. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For not having anything to say, I sure rambled on for a while, didn't I?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16527406-112760683009789400?l=faeriequeene05.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://faeriequeene05.blogspot.com/feeds/112760683009789400/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16527406&amp;postID=112760683009789400' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16527406/posts/default/112760683009789400'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16527406/posts/default/112760683009789400'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://faeriequeene05.blogspot.com/2005/09/nothing-profound.html' title='nothing profound'/><author><name>The Queene</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16441839716687750866</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16527406.post-112732844326541542</id><published>2005-09-21T11:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-21T11:47:23.270-07:00</updated><title type='text'>update</title><content type='html'>nix scott.   thinking about nixing nathan... religious differences- I have it, he doesn't.  It sucks.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16527406-112732844326541542?l=faeriequeene05.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://faeriequeene05.blogspot.com/feeds/112732844326541542/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16527406&amp;postID=112732844326541542' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16527406/posts/default/112732844326541542'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16527406/posts/default/112732844326541542'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://faeriequeene05.blogspot.com/2005/09/update.html' title='update'/><author><name>The Queene</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16441839716687750866</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16527406.post-112724899516088072</id><published>2005-09-20T13:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-20T13:43:15.166-07:00</updated><title type='text'>eharmony.com</title><content type='html'>Ok, I know I've been down this road before but I wanted to give it one more go since things don't seem to be happening with Nathan (even though I REALLY like him- but that's another story).  So, I'm on eharmony.com and I've already gotten several matches, but one in particular wanted to communicate with me.  His name is Scott and he's in the military.  6'3", 29 years old, white, and most importantly, VERY Christian.  I'm thinking this whole online thing might be nice.  But there I go again counting my chickens before they hatch.  I've really got to learn to stop that!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16527406-112724899516088072?l=faeriequeene05.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://faeriequeene05.blogspot.com/feeds/112724899516088072/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16527406&amp;postID=112724899516088072' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16527406/posts/default/112724899516088072'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16527406/posts/default/112724899516088072'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://faeriequeene05.blogspot.com/2005/09/eharmonycom.html' title='eharmony.com'/><author><name>The Queene</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16441839716687750866</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16527406.post-112715758258700893</id><published>2005-09-19T12:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-19T12:19:42.593-07:00</updated><title type='text'>router</title><content type='html'>Ok, not to count my chickens before they are completely hatched, but I think I've got this stupid router thing figured out.  I think I got it working.  I'm now posting from my computer- which makes me happy, but I don't want to get too happy because it might stop working.  But here's hoping!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This goes out to Christy today for being so wonderful through the whole Nathan thing:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:-1;"&gt;When I am down and, oh my soul, so weary&lt;br /&gt;When troubles come and my heart burdened be&lt;br /&gt;Then, I am still and wait here in the silence&lt;br /&gt;Until you come and sit awhile with me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You raise me up, so I can stand on mountains&lt;br /&gt;You raise me up, to walk on stormy seas&lt;br /&gt;I am strong, when I am on your shoulders&lt;br /&gt;You raise me up...to more than I can be&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16527406-112715758258700893?l=faeriequeene05.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://faeriequeene05.blogspot.com/feeds/112715758258700893/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16527406&amp;postID=112715758258700893' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16527406/posts/default/112715758258700893'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16527406/posts/default/112715758258700893'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://faeriequeene05.blogspot.com/2005/09/router.html' title='router'/><author><name>The Queene</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16441839716687750866</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16527406.post-112704960756923598</id><published>2005-09-18T06:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-18T06:20:07.576-07:00</updated><title type='text'>oh... just stuff</title><content type='html'>I went out with Nathan yesterday.  We had a looong conversation Friday night about our feelings and all that jazz.  (At the risk of sounding like someone else) He likes me, he really likes me!  Yesterday, we went out shopping and stuff.  It took us about 5 hours to buy three things.  I got a new wireless router (that still isn't working), a book, and Tide for Mom.  That took us about 5 hours.  We're pathetic, I know.  But it was nice.  We bumped into eachother a few times and didn't have to appologize.  We held hands while we walked and talked about movies and things that didn't really matter but are still just fun to talk about.  I think he just humors me sometimes, but that's ok, he can handle it.  Then we came home and watched Buck Rogers with Pop.  We sat on the couch and held hands and just watched.  That was nice except that Pop was there, it would have been nicer if we had been alone, but that's ok- that's what you deal with when living with parents.  Nathan's nervous about Pop.  He thinks that Pop doesn't like him (which he doesn't- not really) and Nathan doesn't know how to act around him.  Nathan doesn't even have a father, how in the world could he know how to act around mine- who is kinda crazy!?!  Oh well. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I joined eharmony.com again today.  I had been a member earlier this year, but decided that it wasn't worth it, but I'm so ready to move on right now, I figured that it couldn't hurt anything.  So, we'll see about that.  Most people that are on eharmony are serious about getting married and are ready for that commitment.  Nathan's not.  Nathan is thinking about quitting his job just because he doesn't like it, but has no idea what else he's going to do.  He doesn't want to go to college.  He barely finished high school.  He and I are totally different in what we want out of life and what we like (movies and music and such).  I'm not sure what I'm doing with him or where it's going, but I like him and he likes me.  I know I sound like a teenager and not the 24 year old that I am, but I don't know what's going on here.  Any information anyone can provide about this (ASHLEY!) would be greatly appreciated.  And now, I'm going to get some more hot tea, a cinnamon roll that I just pulled out of the oven, and I'm going to read a book.  Because I can.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ash- PLEASE call me sometime!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16527406-112704960756923598?l=faeriequeene05.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://faeriequeene05.blogspot.com/feeds/112704960756923598/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16527406&amp;postID=112704960756923598' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16527406/posts/default/112704960756923598'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16527406/posts/default/112704960756923598'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://faeriequeene05.blogspot.com/2005/09/oh-just-stuff.html' title='oh... just stuff'/><author><name>The Queene</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16441839716687750866</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16527406.post-112704863010776698</id><published>2005-09-18T06:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-18T06:03:57.810-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4521/1571/1600/Shanna%20%26%20Ashley.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4521/1571/320/Shanna%20%26%20Ashley.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We are two peas in a pod! And apparently, with regards to the whole Movin' On issue, we are on the same page. Look at us! Aren't we cute!?!?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16527406-112704863010776698?l=faeriequeene05.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://faeriequeene05.blogspot.com/feeds/112704863010776698/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16527406&amp;postID=112704863010776698' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16527406/posts/default/112704863010776698'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16527406/posts/default/112704863010776698'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://faeriequeene05.blogspot.com/2005/09/we-are-two-peas-in-pod-and-apparently.html' title=''/><author><name>The Queene</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16441839716687750866</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16527406.post-112644066712698894</id><published>2005-09-11T05:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-11T05:11:07.130-07:00</updated><title type='text'>bummed out</title><content type='html'>Ok, so the wirelses router didn't work.  It's crap!  So now I'm back downstairs on the parent's computer yet again.  Is that not sad?!  &lt;sigh&gt; oh well, such is life.  I'm returning the router I got and getting another one that's better.  You can hit me, but you can't knock me down!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I didn't get the job that I interviewed for (not sure if I told you that already).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't really have lots to say right now, more to come.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16527406-112644066712698894?l=faeriequeene05.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://faeriequeene05.blogspot.com/feeds/112644066712698894/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16527406&amp;postID=112644066712698894' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16527406/posts/default/112644066712698894'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16527406/posts/default/112644066712698894'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://faeriequeene05.blogspot.com/2005/09/bummed-out.html' title='bummed out'/><author><name>The Queene</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16441839716687750866</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16527406.post-112631390200838075</id><published>2005-09-09T17:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-09T17:58:22.013-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4521/1571/1600/b%26w9a.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4521/1571/320/b%26w9a.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;This is my first post from my computer! I finally got the wireless router going as well as my USB adapter so now I'm up and running and it makes me verrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrry happy!!!&lt;/span&gt;    &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;For those of you that know and care, I didn't get the job at Dominion Air, but that's ok, because now I'm going to try even harder to into Grad school in January and not wait until the fall. I told myself that if I got the job, I would wait until the fall to try to go to school, but since I didn't get it, I'm headed towards Radford in the Spring... I hope. Anyways, that's what happened today, not much else, but I enjoy not dealing with drama unless I have to or unless it involves someone I really care about.&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By the way, is this not the most amazing pic you've ever seen?!!?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16527406-112631390200838075?l=faeriequeene05.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://faeriequeene05.blogspot.com/feeds/112631390200838075/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16527406&amp;postID=112631390200838075' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16527406/posts/default/112631390200838075'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16527406/posts/default/112631390200838075'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://faeriequeene05.blogspot.com/2005/09/this-is-my-first-post-from-my-computer.html' title=''/><author><name>The Queene</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16441839716687750866</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16527406.post-112622352018097066</id><published>2005-09-08T16:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-08T16:52:00.183-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Well, since Ash decided that this might be a good thing, I though I might as well give it a shot.  Since I'm looking at starting a new job, I may as well start a new journal as well.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16527406-112622352018097066?l=faeriequeene05.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://faeriequeene05.blogspot.com/feeds/112622352018097066/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16527406&amp;postID=112622352018097066' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16527406/posts/default/112622352018097066'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16527406/posts/default/112622352018097066'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://faeriequeene05.blogspot.com/2005/09/well-since-ash-decided-that-this-might.html' title=''/><author><name>The Queene</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16441839716687750866</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
