<?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-6855389</id><updated>2011-08-08T00:55:36.693-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Misadventures of Prue McSlutty</title><subtitle type='html'>Attempt 2 at a rant forum for the humor of the world</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pruemclsutty.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6855389/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pruemclsutty.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6855389/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Prue</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05594109802429954619</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>121</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6855389.post-6238735073929091095</id><published>2007-06-10T11:38:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-10T11:39:17.875-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Your Weekend Funny</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EMgCR1Y5OaA/RmxFT00AbaI/AAAAAAAAADg/mfBzlewxg84/s1600-h/collecting_double_takes.png"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EMgCR1Y5OaA/RmxFT00AbaI/AAAAAAAAADg/mfBzlewxg84/s320/collecting_double_takes.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5074507087036312994" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6855389-6238735073929091095?l=pruemclsutty.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pruemclsutty.blogspot.com/feeds/6238735073929091095/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6855389&amp;postID=6238735073929091095&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6855389/posts/default/6238735073929091095'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6855389/posts/default/6238735073929091095'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pruemclsutty.blogspot.com/2007/06/your-weekend-funny.html' title='Your Weekend Funny'/><author><name>Prue</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05594109802429954619</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EMgCR1Y5OaA/RmxFT00AbaI/AAAAAAAAADg/mfBzlewxg84/s72-c/collecting_double_takes.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6855389.post-8859858308610002137</id><published>2007-06-09T10:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-09T10:42:04.701-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Yum, pie</title><content type='html'>Last night, I went with my gay buddy Will to see &lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/title/tt0473308/"&gt;Waitress&lt;/a&gt;. Excellent movie, although don't go on an empty stomach cause the movie centers around a waitress at a pie shop and she makes all sorts of pies that are just yummy, you come out of the movie with that whole, "berry pie sounds great right now," feeling. Andy Griffith plays this odd old man who is so funny and I never realized how pretty Keri Russell is (I know this sentence ends in a preposition, but it is late and I am tired.) It is a sweet, funny movie with endearing characters.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6855389-8859858308610002137?l=pruemclsutty.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pruemclsutty.blogspot.com/feeds/8859858308610002137/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6855389&amp;postID=8859858308610002137&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6855389/posts/default/8859858308610002137'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6855389/posts/default/8859858308610002137'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pruemclsutty.blogspot.com/2007/06/yum-pie.html' title='Yum, pie'/><author><name>Prue</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05594109802429954619</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-6855389.post-7527238259358660856</id><published>2007-06-04T21:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-04T21:12:19.070-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A new step...</title><content type='html'>So, I am friends with the PB's girlfriend. she is nice and sweet and takes nothing from the man which is cool. We have lunch once a month. Today she was talking about how she is doing home improvement stuff and she said... I will get my way, with sex.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AAAAAAGGGGGGHHHHHHHH! I could not sleep yesterday, and today is out too.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6855389-7527238259358660856?l=pruemclsutty.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pruemclsutty.blogspot.com/feeds/7527238259358660856/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6855389&amp;postID=7527238259358660856&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6855389/posts/default/7527238259358660856'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6855389/posts/default/7527238259358660856'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pruemclsutty.blogspot.com/2007/06/new-step.html' title='A new step...'/><author><name>Prue</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05594109802429954619</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-6855389.post-6521310653337827993</id><published>2007-05-18T20:14:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-18T20:16:25.540-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EMgCR1Y5OaA/Rk5r9nfzirI/AAAAAAAAAB4/OXj5hX3dbv4/s1600-h/pearls21465630060522ld4.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EMgCR1Y5OaA/Rk5r9nfzirI/AAAAAAAAAB4/OXj5hX3dbv4/s400/pearls21465630060522ld4.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5066105337156962994" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EMgCR1Y5OaA/Rk5rvHfziqI/AAAAAAAAABw/sWCxps7Ptb8/s1600-h/pearls21465630060522ld4.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/6855389-6521310653337827993?l=pruemclsutty.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pruemclsutty.blogspot.com/feeds/6521310653337827993/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6855389&amp;postID=6521310653337827993&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6855389/posts/default/6521310653337827993'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6855389/posts/default/6521310653337827993'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pruemclsutty.blogspot.com/2007/05/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>Prue</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05594109802429954619</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EMgCR1Y5OaA/Rk5r9nfzirI/AAAAAAAAAB4/OXj5hX3dbv4/s72-c/pearls21465630060522ld4.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6855389.post-1031078682352542091</id><published>2007-05-01T18:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-01T18:58:28.663-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Argh</title><content type='html'>The Photographer interviewed for a job at NASA and if he gets the job, they will pay for him to go the University of Wisconsin. He is living my dream. I am both excited for him and so mad at the same time.  And I thought I was done with therapy.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6855389-1031078682352542091?l=pruemclsutty.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pruemclsutty.blogspot.com/feeds/1031078682352542091/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6855389&amp;postID=1031078682352542091&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6855389/posts/default/1031078682352542091'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6855389/posts/default/1031078682352542091'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pruemclsutty.blogspot.com/2007/05/argh.html' title='Argh'/><author><name>Prue</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05594109802429954619</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-6855389.post-2666321012093520637</id><published>2007-04-28T07:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-28T07:27:09.135-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Life</title><content type='html'>Hello world.... It has been a while, my &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;apologies&lt;/span&gt;. I just got the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Internet&lt;/span&gt; at my house so I can start regular posts now.  So here is the update...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Work sorta good... I like my job, I like working with the collection, helping students, and some of my co-workers make each day great. However, since I am only an archivist and not a librarian, I do not get treated with the same level of respect as the other librarians get. Like going to school for two years so you can say "use Boolean operators to expand your search" makes them any more qualified to tell you a book or a database is shit. And when you do speak up and say a database is shit, they like it because it is "flashy." So then i get into arguments like yes it's flashy, but does it say anything. Another thing about the place is we are spending $49,000 to consult, CONSULT, with an interior designer for the library. Yet, Tuesday, I attended the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;librarian's&lt;/span&gt; meeting where we discussed canceling a couple of databases because we cannot afford the $15,000 to subscribe. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;WTF&lt;/span&gt;?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Home...I hate my apartment. The walls are so thin, I can hear the neighbor's phone ring, or them coughing, or the jackrabbit dog sex that made me almost call the cops. I understand that walls are thin in apartments, but they weren't in my old apartment. I miss that place.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Things I learned this week... I work for a place that champions &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;mediocrity&lt;/span&gt;, a place that I got a degree from (does this make me mediocre?), tire guys are complete assholes, and the only person I could call to help me in the situation of a car emergency is my brother or my cousin, and this made me sad, because I really needed a hug this week and no one was around.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6855389-2666321012093520637?l=pruemclsutty.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pruemclsutty.blogspot.com/feeds/2666321012093520637/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6855389&amp;postID=2666321012093520637&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6855389/posts/default/2666321012093520637'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6855389/posts/default/2666321012093520637'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pruemclsutty.blogspot.com/2007/04/life.html' title='Life'/><author><name>Prue</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05594109802429954619</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-6855389.post-1876785310041649250</id><published>2007-04-21T20:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-21T20:32:10.789-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:-1;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:-2;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.explosm.net/comics/52/"&gt;&lt;img alt="Cyanide and Happiness, a daily webcomic" src="http://www.flashasylum.com/db/files/Comics/kbeer0001.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cyanide &amp;amp; Happiness @ &lt;a href="http://www.explosm.net"&gt;Explosm.net&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6855389-1876785310041649250?l=pruemclsutty.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pruemclsutty.blogspot.com/feeds/1876785310041649250/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6855389&amp;postID=1876785310041649250&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6855389/posts/default/1876785310041649250'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6855389/posts/default/1876785310041649250'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pruemclsutty.blogspot.com/2007/04/cyanide-happiness-explosm.html' title=''/><author><name>Prue</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05594109802429954619</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-6855389.post-116949057309535985</id><published>2007-01-22T10:28:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-01-22T10:29:33.120-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Question</title><content type='html'>Why do driving schools close in snowy/icy conditions? Isn't this the time to learn how to drive.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6855389-116949057309535985?l=pruemclsutty.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pruemclsutty.blogspot.com/feeds/116949057309535985/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6855389&amp;postID=116949057309535985&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6855389/posts/default/116949057309535985'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6855389/posts/default/116949057309535985'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pruemclsutty.blogspot.com/2007/01/question.html' title='Question'/><author><name>Prue</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05594109802429954619</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-6855389.post-116909051947787403</id><published>2007-01-17T19:14:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-01-17T19:21:59.496-08:00</updated><title type='text'>It's the New Year!</title><content type='html'>I am in (queue booming voice...) ICE STORM 2007. I swear to you the weather men are in apocalypse mode. Go get your bread and milk now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So in the lovely uppity town I work in, nothing has been done to the roads. Apparently the higher ups think that everyone has SUVs and lives on the road in town that is clear. However, tomorrow we open late, when it will be 40 degrees.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The apartment is nice, I really like it and I have planned on how to decorate. Will post pics soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Job is halfway decent, like any job. I got a really nice comment from a patron that was sent to my big boss so I got some of kudos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Um......not much else today.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6855389-116909051947787403?l=pruemclsutty.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pruemclsutty.blogspot.com/feeds/116909051947787403/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6855389&amp;postID=116909051947787403&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6855389/posts/default/116909051947787403'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6855389/posts/default/116909051947787403'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pruemclsutty.blogspot.com/2007/01/its-new-year.html' title='It&apos;s the New Year!'/><author><name>Prue</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05594109802429954619</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-6855389.post-116377444110657497</id><published>2006-11-17T06:32:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-17T06:40:41.123-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Apartment Living</title><content type='html'>So I am in my new apartment and I have to say that I am quite happy, happier than I have been in a long time. I physically feel better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My apartment is a quaint 500sf studio, with a wall between the bedroom and living room. It is small and I have way too much stuff, since I moved from a 2bd apartment, then the Summer Estate. The smallness is causing me to weed a lot of things, for example, I gave away three boxes of books. My only complaint was the size of the apartment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then, I found this &lt;a href="http://www.apartmenttherapy.com"&gt;website &lt;/a&gt;from an article in the &lt;em&gt;New York Times. &lt;/em&gt;Many of the apartments featured were less than 300 sf, like a small dorm room and they were paying upwards around $780/month in rent. Now I feel much better about my place and the website has a lot of great ideas for decorating. Check it out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One day, my place will move from college frat house chic to mid century messy. I wonder if I can paint my place.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6855389-116377444110657497?l=pruemclsutty.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pruemclsutty.blogspot.com/feeds/116377444110657497/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6855389&amp;postID=116377444110657497&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6855389/posts/default/116377444110657497'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6855389/posts/default/116377444110657497'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pruemclsutty.blogspot.com/2006/11/apartment-living.html' title='Apartment Living'/><author><name>Prue</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05594109802429954619</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-6855389.post-116362671913047204</id><published>2006-11-15T13:31:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-15T13:39:52.240-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Local News</title><content type='html'>I have been watching more local stations now that I don't have cable and I never realized the entertainment value of local news, especially when you get blatant errors, live. For example:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Monday, Oklahoma donated some money to the USS Oklahoma Memorial. The reporter was putting the memorial in historical context and noted that the Oklahoma was one of many that sank after the Pearl Harbor attack on December 9, 1941. Obviously, the "day that will live in infamy" is not for everyone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tuesday, A slow news day, Channel 5 was testing a produce wash that is advertised as removing 100% of bacteria. They did a comparison of the wash and regular water and found that water is the "more best" way to clean your fresh veggies and fruit. People, good grammar costs nothing.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6855389-116362671913047204?l=pruemclsutty.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pruemclsutty.blogspot.com/feeds/116362671913047204/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6855389&amp;postID=116362671913047204&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6855389/posts/default/116362671913047204'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6855389/posts/default/116362671913047204'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pruemclsutty.blogspot.com/2006/11/local-news.html' title='Local News'/><author><name>Prue</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05594109802429954619</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-6855389.post-116118204328470721</id><published>2006-10-18T07:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-18T07:34:03.303-07:00</updated><title type='text'>What a summer</title><content type='html'>I have been hiberbnating and such.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, uh not much is going on, just waking up and all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rooting for the Cards to beat the Mets so they can lose to the Tigers. I think it's Detroit's year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Got a new apartment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Crazy boss lady is gone so I am sans boss, which is cool and life is happier.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Roomie is dropping out of grad school, is tired of not having a life. I completly understand, but she is only two semesters (this one and the spring) from graduating so I am trying to convince her to continue. To my suprise, the marriage is still on, and she lives with the husband now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Will try to be better with updates, happier updates.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6855389-116118204328470721?l=pruemclsutty.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pruemclsutty.blogspot.com/feeds/116118204328470721/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6855389&amp;postID=116118204328470721&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6855389/posts/default/116118204328470721'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6855389/posts/default/116118204328470721'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pruemclsutty.blogspot.com/2006/10/what-summer.html' title='What a summer'/><author><name>Prue</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05594109802429954619</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-6855389.post-114783758388638395</id><published>2006-05-16T20:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-16T20:46:23.900-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>After my self loathing rants earlier, I found &lt;a href="http://www.magnuminmotion.com/essay_chernobyl/"&gt;this website&lt;/a&gt;. It is heartbreaking, but the world needs to know. The website is a photographer's photo essay about the legacy of Chernobyl. Watch it. There are some disturbing pictures, but it is life for these kids, these families.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6855389-114783758388638395?l=pruemclsutty.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pruemclsutty.blogspot.com/feeds/114783758388638395/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6855389&amp;postID=114783758388638395&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6855389/posts/default/114783758388638395'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6855389/posts/default/114783758388638395'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pruemclsutty.blogspot.com/2006/05/after-my-self-loathing-rants-earlier-i.html' title=''/><author><name>Prue</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05594109802429954619</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-6855389.post-114783391233439950</id><published>2006-05-16T19:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-16T19:45:12.336-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Did I mention that I am the biggest of the bridal party at the wedding on Saturday? I am all three of the bridesmaids put together. Wearing a mint green dress. Joy upon joy.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6855389-114783391233439950?l=pruemclsutty.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pruemclsutty.blogspot.com/feeds/114783391233439950/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6855389&amp;postID=114783391233439950&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6855389/posts/default/114783391233439950'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6855389/posts/default/114783391233439950'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pruemclsutty.blogspot.com/2006/05/did-i-mention-that-i-am-biggest-of.html' title=''/><author><name>Prue</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05594109802429954619</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-6855389.post-114783376276306835</id><published>2006-05-16T19:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-16T19:42:52.380-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I find myself closing off from all of my friends and my family where I just want to be left alone. However, the sad irony of my life is that I am afraid of being alone. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I am going to have to tell my family not to be shocked if I become the spinster of the family because I have just lost my last chance at happiness with anyone.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6855389-114783376276306835?l=pruemclsutty.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pruemclsutty.blogspot.com/feeds/114783376276306835/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6855389&amp;postID=114783376276306835&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6855389/posts/default/114783376276306835'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6855389/posts/default/114783376276306835'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pruemclsutty.blogspot.com/2006/05/i-find-myself-closing-off-from-all-of.html' title=''/><author><name>Prue</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05594109802429954619</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-6855389.post-114694716841848519</id><published>2006-05-06T13:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-06T13:26:08.423-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.haloscan.com/" title="HaloScan Commenting and Trackback" rel="tag"&gt;Haloscan&lt;/a&gt; commenting and trackback have been added to this blog.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6855389-114694716841848519?l=pruemclsutty.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pruemclsutty.blogspot.com/feeds/114694716841848519/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6855389&amp;postID=114694716841848519&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6855389/posts/default/114694716841848519'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6855389/posts/default/114694716841848519'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pruemclsutty.blogspot.com/2006/05/haloscan-commenting-and-trackback-have.html' title=''/><author><name>Prue</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05594109802429954619</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-6855389.post-114576825524325480</id><published>2006-04-22T21:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-04-22T21:57:35.253-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>So today was Roomie's wedding shower and it went well. She got some good gifts. I made a basket of goodies which included a baby bottle. :) The food went well and now I am broke.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She is having major cold feet. So the next month should be interesting.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6855389-114576825524325480?l=pruemclsutty.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pruemclsutty.blogspot.com/feeds/114576825524325480/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6855389&amp;postID=114576825524325480&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6855389/posts/default/114576825524325480'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6855389/posts/default/114576825524325480'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pruemclsutty.blogspot.com/2006/04/so-today-was-roomies-wedding-shower.html' title=''/><author><name>Prue</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05594109802429954619</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-6855389.post-114563605124369739</id><published>2006-04-21T09:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-04-21T09:14:11.246-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>New template. Thanks for the suggestion Josephus, but I'm not in to anime.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I am sick a home today. Blah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow is Roomie's wedding shower. I am so stressed. I am in charge of food and I'm not quite sure what I was thinking. The whole thing is stressing me out. Roomie freaked out Sunday and I asked if we were still having a wedding shower and she got all huffy and was like yes. She is in complete denial about how she acts. I explained to her that going off past freak outs that one would expect no wedding. Apparently, I was not the only one who asked her this (ie: fiance asked). I love Roomie, but she is going to break this guys heart because she is getting married because she is bored in life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will be back at the summer estate again until mid August. Hopefully, will save money and have a great time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Photographer is moving away and I am really sad. This is happening again. Everyone moves but me. I think its a sign so I am applying for out of state jobs. I just don't want to leave my family, especially my little nephew.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6855389-114563605124369739?l=pruemclsutty.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pruemclsutty.blogspot.com/feeds/114563605124369739/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6855389&amp;postID=114563605124369739&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6855389/posts/default/114563605124369739'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6855389/posts/default/114563605124369739'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pruemclsutty.blogspot.com/2006/04/new-template.html' title=''/><author><name>Prue</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05594109802429954619</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-6855389.post-114429348375622820</id><published>2006-04-05T20:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-04-05T20:18:03.756-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Any ideas on a new template, my frog is gone. :(&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6855389-114429348375622820?l=pruemclsutty.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pruemclsutty.blogspot.com/feeds/114429348375622820/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6855389&amp;postID=114429348375622820&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6855389/posts/default/114429348375622820'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6855389/posts/default/114429348375622820'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pruemclsutty.blogspot.com/2006/04/any-ideas-on-new-template-my-frog-is.html' title=''/><author><name>Prue</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05594109802429954619</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-6855389.post-114429299845679138</id><published>2006-04-05T20:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-04-05T20:17:33.880-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Long time no see....</title><content type='html'>Hello....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It has been hella weird at the house of Prue.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got a cat, and I am having a  hard time adjusting since I have grown up with dogs. I keep expecting him to act like a dog and when you talk to him, he just gives you the whatever look.  It is sweet though that he is a giant lap cat and loves me. Then again, you have to be nice to the provider of they food when you do not have opposable thumbs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Photographer and I are just friends, in fact I am his best friend. ICK. We had a huge blowout about the whole I told you how I felt crap. Although I have taken the "I am never calling your ass again" approach and he always calls me, or shows up at my office by surprise, or my house. I swear he cannot get enough of me. Guys love the chase.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Roomie is getting married, to a man she is not in love with. Perhaps she will have a fine life and be married 60 years. The man is nice though and she could not ask for a better starter husband.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have y'all seen the Olbermann v. O'Riley fight on MSNBC and Fox. It is the funniest shit ever and O'Riley is acting like a big baby.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday, I met a man who was at least 6'7" and I felt soo short, and I am 5'11". I'm sorry to all the short people that I make fun of.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6855389-114429299845679138?l=pruemclsutty.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pruemclsutty.blogspot.com/feeds/114429299845679138/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6855389&amp;postID=114429299845679138&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6855389/posts/default/114429299845679138'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6855389/posts/default/114429299845679138'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pruemclsutty.blogspot.com/2006/04/long-time-no-see.html' title='Long time no see....'/><author><name>Prue</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05594109802429954619</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-6855389.post-113920645344344725</id><published>2006-02-05T22:12:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-02-05T22:14:13.460-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Last night I went out with the Photographer. We had a great time. We went to Mamasitas and had way too much to drink and did the drunk tour of Wal-Mart (which was hella fun).&lt;br /&gt;We were having a great time and with the recent events of this week (ie Roomie's sudden engagement, which is another entry entirely) , I was inspired to "shit or get off the pot." So I shit and told him how I actually felt. His response... Oh, I am so glad, thank you...what do you think about the &lt;a href="http://news.bbc.co.uk/2/hi/middle_east/4682560.stm" target="_self"&gt;Lebanese burning the Danish embassy over the Muhammad cartoons published in Europe?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WTF? Well, at least I did it. And I am devastated.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6855389-113920645344344725?l=pruemclsutty.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pruemclsutty.blogspot.com/feeds/113920645344344725/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6855389&amp;postID=113920645344344725&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6855389/posts/default/113920645344344725'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6855389/posts/default/113920645344344725'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pruemclsutty.blogspot.com/2006/02/last-night-i-went-out-with.html' title=''/><author><name>Prue</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05594109802429954619</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-6855389.post-113884773160267764</id><published>2006-02-01T18:35:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-02-01T18:35:31.616-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>The Force-o-meter on channel4.com/film has calculated that Dana is a virtual PRINCESS LEIA. Find out whether you are drawn to the dark or light side of the force at  &lt;a href="http://www.channel4.com/film/chatvotewin/microsites/F/forceometer/"&gt;http://www.channel4.com/film/chatvotewin/microsites/F/forceometer/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6855389-113884773160267764?l=pruemclsutty.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pruemclsutty.blogspot.com/feeds/113884773160267764/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6855389&amp;postID=113884773160267764&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6855389/posts/default/113884773160267764'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6855389/posts/default/113884773160267764'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pruemclsutty.blogspot.com/2006/02/force-o-meter-on-channel4.html' title=''/><author><name>Prue</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05594109802429954619</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-6855389.post-113667347952007696</id><published>2006-01-07T14:04:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-01-14T10:41:45.603-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Here comes a touchy issue... and I do not mean any disrespect to those who are believers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am having a questioning of faith. Actually have been having it for a while. I am by no means devout religious person. I am not even sure if there is a higher being. I go to church to see my aunt on Sundays but the sermons say something to me. Not that there is a God, but that there is something more to this life. Like a couple of weeks ago, the sermon was about a spiritual awakening and basically the moral was to stop repeating the things that aren't working in your life and try something that will, like if you are growing corn in a wheat field, perhaps you should try wheat. See, the pastor did not have to use God, to explain this concept, this could have been an episode of Dr. Phil.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another thing is my friend the 20yr old fundy is dating a 26 year old attorney who seems like a great guy. He is funny, smart (graduated with honors at 26 from law school in May and is now is in practice), caring, compassionate, successful, but a non-believer, and she is ready to give him up, someone that truly makes her happy and she is ready for to throw it away, because "No one will make me happier than God." What? I mean, that's cool and all, but how can you totally just write off someone because he/she is not a believer. Is that not practicing tolerence? I don't see why you would give up someone who can be with you in the now for a figure who may or may not exist. Plenty of people have relationships where one believes and the other doesn't.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And to me, the Bible is not the word of God. It may have been at one time, but the meaning has been lost in translation through the centuries. Remember telephone, that game where you tell one person something and they pas it to another, and so on so the last person gets a completely different version of the original statement. The Bible is the written version of this, passed down through countless generations, constantly translated, with information lost in the process, To me the Bible is a really long Aesop tale. Something that has a different moral for anyone who reads it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And loves all and sees all, then why are there more deaths through religion. Why is there such pain and deprivation in the world?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Roomie and Monkeybutt are complete atheists and say it is all bullshit, make fun of a lot of people who are religious, churchgoers, and the lot. Like today, there are the mormans who walk around in their shirt and ties and backpacks and come to your house and ask if you know God. While going to the store with Roomie and Monkeybutt, we passed tow of them and Monkeybutt flipped them off. It was embarrising and rude. When asked why, she went into a tirade of how religion is for the uneducated masses. I am not there. I think if you want to go to church, hey great, and if not, hey great. I don't think you should push your religion on people like my 20yr old fundy friend or not respect people because they believe or not, or flip people off in the street. Shouldn't human kind be decent to each other, not because God said so, but that is just what you do? Shouldn't people just get along.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Comments?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6855389-113667347952007696?l=pruemclsutty.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pruemclsutty.blogspot.com/feeds/113667347952007696/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6855389&amp;postID=113667347952007696&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6855389/posts/default/113667347952007696'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6855389/posts/default/113667347952007696'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pruemclsutty.blogspot.com/2006/01/here-comes-touchy-issue.html' title=''/><author><name>Prue</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05594109802429954619</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-6855389.post-113583322409657830</id><published>2005-12-28T21:09:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-12-28T21:13:44.110-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Hello...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Two quotes to sum up my life.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A) Life's a piece of shit when you look at it...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;B) The slime of all my yesterdays rots in the hollow of my skull...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Christmas was ok. no big deal, just another day.&lt;br /&gt;people come and go without a hello&lt;br /&gt;for whatever i have done I am sorry&lt;br /&gt;horrible&lt;br /&gt;horrible&lt;br /&gt;horrible&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6855389-113583322409657830?l=pruemclsutty.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pruemclsutty.blogspot.com/feeds/113583322409657830/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6855389&amp;postID=113583322409657830&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6855389/posts/default/113583322409657830'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6855389/posts/default/113583322409657830'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pruemclsutty.blogspot.com/2005/12/hello.html' title=''/><author><name>Prue</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05594109802429954619</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-6855389.post-113374927562631268</id><published>2005-12-04T18:07:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-12-04T18:23:48.456-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Friday was the Phi Alpha Theta Xmas Party. This is the first one I had been to, especially since I locked myself in the house last year and did not go anywhere. The party includes a lot of our history professors so they get to see the party animals in us. Of course we were there because our ringleader Monkeybutt happened to come into town for said party. The party was great fun with plenty of food and good beer. I happen to enjoy a beer called Fat Tire, its a pale ale that I think everyone should try. However, for us Okies, it has to be sold cold, so drive to your nearest Brew Thru in Texas to get some.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anywhoo, having after having 3 said beers, a rolling rock, and a glass of wine, I sang some Chumbawamba in front of professors and danced, fully clothed, but we have all seen my dancing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We also discussed where we would like to see a revolution and we have narrowed it down to the US Virgin Islands and Puerto Rico. Hey, spring Break, fight for freedom, an have some mai tais. Who could ask for more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But the best part is that our friend the singer decided to bring her guitar. This prompted PB to bring his guitar and they sang. He was quite good. He sings some old school country and he plays beautifully. I was astounded.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6855389-113374927562631268?l=pruemclsutty.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pruemclsutty.blogspot.com/feeds/113374927562631268/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6855389&amp;postID=113374927562631268&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6855389/posts/default/113374927562631268'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6855389/posts/default/113374927562631268'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pruemclsutty.blogspot.com/2005/12/friday-was-phi-alpha-theta-xmas-party.html' title=''/><author><name>Prue</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05594109802429954619</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-6855389.post-113296858481775742</id><published>2005-11-25T17:19:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-11-25T17:32:45.280-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>So it has been an ok month. I will focus on two highlights...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A) I am so stoked the Josephus and Bella are in town. It's like the old days and that rocks. I want them to spend every moment with me, but I understand that they cannot. We went out to the old bars on Tuesday and I have no clue when I got so old. I fell asleep in the carm how sad is that. I used to hold my liquor, now it kicks my ass. We are going to see the Rocky Horror Picture Show this weekend so I will sleep a lot Saturday day in preperation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;B) Thanksgiving dinners were not as bad as I predicted. I went to PB's house on Wednesday and that was nice. I helped set up for 20 people and and stayed till 10pm, just talking which was nice. Then I took the Photographer to my family's Thanksgiving and that went really well too. Except that my nephew was in the hospital all day due to a severe asthma attack. I am thankful he is ok. The photographer was so great and went to the hospital with me and hung out with my family. I think we are dating, if not, I need to say something before the ship sails. He was so great and Bella really likes him as does my family for which I am very grateful. I also made my mother's bread and it came out very well. Went to Bella's afterwards and had a great time.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6855389-113296858481775742?l=pruemclsutty.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pruemclsutty.blogspot.com/feeds/113296858481775742/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6855389&amp;postID=113296858481775742&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6855389/posts/default/113296858481775742'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6855389/posts/default/113296858481775742'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pruemclsutty.blogspot.com/2005/11/so-it-has-been-ok-month.html' title=''/><author><name>Prue</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05594109802429954619</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-6855389.post-113130174838392872</id><published>2005-11-06T10:20:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-11-06T10:33:31.760-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Ok, damn faulty guard rails.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since I have last spoke:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bella came home and I was totally stoked. The only thing to top this is when Bella and Josephus come home later this month. I am way stoked.&lt;br /&gt;The one thing I found out when Bella came home..... Everything is my fault. So when something goes wrong, just say, it's all Prue's fault. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My uncle died. This would be my mom's brother. Sucky days in the land of Prue.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went to a kickass Halloween party after the funeral. It was fun, until my crush Red Head Grad Student said, "Hey, do you think 20 year old Meg will go out with me if I ask?" I reply, I have no f...ing clue, ask her. Add here lots of beer. But my costume was cool. Roomie was God, and I was God's pimp. Yes, I know, not the most tastefull thing I have done.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And the world is going to end for two reasons:&lt;br /&gt;a) The White Sox won the World Series the year after the Red Sox won. If the Cubs when next year, the ten plagues of Egypt will be upon us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;b) I will be prepared for said plagues because I have started attending church. Today, I went by myself. And we all know how much I hate to do somethings by myself.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6855389-113130174838392872?l=pruemclsutty.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pruemclsutty.blogspot.com/feeds/113130174838392872/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6855389&amp;postID=113130174838392872&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6855389/posts/default/113130174838392872'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6855389/posts/default/113130174838392872'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pruemclsutty.blogspot.com/2005/11/ok-damn-faulty-guard-rails.html' title=''/><author><name>Prue</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05594109802429954619</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-6855389.post-112958890930598796</id><published>2005-10-17T15:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-17T15:42:45.980-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Ok, I know, I've fallen off the face of the planet. The damn guard rails gave way and I had to climb back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anywhoo, my sports October bites. The Red Sox are not in the World Series. And it appears the Cards won't make it either. The sting is soothened somewhat by the fact that Roger Clemens will be in the show and not with the evil empire the Yankees, and that the White Sox are going to their first World Series since 1959. And OU lost to Texas, although I was not shocked.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went to church yesterday with my friend Meg. We went to People's Church here in town. Great sermon, but the problem was the 10 people who wanted to greet you with a hug and/or handshake to let you know they are glad you came. And the same 10 people try to get you on the way out, the thank you for coming hug. Now, I am all about the hellos and goodbyes as I walk by, but when you try to tackle me, I get upset. I hate the whole meet and greet thing at church. Why can't I just walk in, give a friendly smile as I walk in, hear a great sermon and leave?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6855389-112958890930598796?l=pruemclsutty.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pruemclsutty.blogspot.com/feeds/112958890930598796/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6855389&amp;postID=112958890930598796&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6855389/posts/default/112958890930598796'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6855389/posts/default/112958890930598796'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pruemclsutty.blogspot.com/2005/10/ok-i-know-ive-fallen-off-face-of.html' title=''/><author><name>Prue</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05594109802429954619</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-6855389.post-112770654565948815</id><published>2005-09-25T20:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-28T20:51:24.190-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Josephus: I am sorry you did not pass your Bar exam, but maybe this is a sign for bigger and better things. Keep your dreams alive!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6855389-112770654565948815?l=pruemclsutty.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pruemclsutty.blogspot.com/feeds/112770654565948815/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6855389&amp;postID=112770654565948815&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6855389/posts/default/112770654565948815'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6855389/posts/default/112770654565948815'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pruemclsutty.blogspot.com/2005/09/josephus-i-am-sorry-you-did-not-pass.html' title=''/><author><name>Prue</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05594109802429954619</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-6855389.post-112762578707071878</id><published>2005-09-24T21:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-24T22:24:03.840-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Ok, so it has been awhile.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am loving the job at the library. It's so nice, I can take initiative, I feel needed and I also feel that all my skills are being utilized. My boss is great, but she is burnt out on the whole management thing so she is moving to a new division within the library and our new boss is a lady who has been locked away in the back of the library cataloging for like 20 years. She is smart, but quite negative. She is Debbie Downer off Saturday Night Live. Should make for an interesting work environment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The thesis is progressing nicely. The more I research, the more stoked I get about the project.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In other news, I lived up to my naughty librarian status on Friday. Monkeybutt came back into town from grad school in another state, and Roomie and I had a party in her honor. Photographer and Red Head Grad school student were there along with Roomie's boyfriend (who is subject for another entry later), my friends MW and the Singer (both girl-friends from the library), and my Bitch (a guy, which is also a subject for a later entry). So in the course of drinking an entire bottle of Parrot BAy coconut rum, I gave a lap dance, had my breasts fondled, was kissed by Red Head Grad Student (on the cheek, calm down people), and groped the Photographer. Here's the kicker- the PHotographer did not stay with me. WTF!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I have a dilemma. I know I probably made an ass of myself (rum does that to a person). However, I did escape my prudish shell, and hung all over the guy most of the night. Then he left. How do you make the next step? I guess I could have just jumped his bones, but why do I have to make the big move when I have given the "all go, you're clear to land" signal. Ugh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In other news, the Red Head Grad Student said I should not bother with the Photographer because "he will just put me in a porno."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6855389-112762578707071878?l=pruemclsutty.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pruemclsutty.blogspot.com/feeds/112762578707071878/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6855389&amp;postID=112762578707071878&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6855389/posts/default/112762578707071878'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6855389/posts/default/112762578707071878'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pruemclsutty.blogspot.com/2005/09/ok-so-it-has-been-awhile.html' title=''/><author><name>Prue</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05594109802429954619</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-6855389.post-112502089377572506</id><published>2005-08-25T18:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-08-25T18:48:37.803-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>By the way...My thesis has become the bane of my existence.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6855389-112502089377572506?l=pruemclsutty.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pruemclsutty.blogspot.com/feeds/112502089377572506/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6855389&amp;postID=112502089377572506&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6855389/posts/default/112502089377572506'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6855389/posts/default/112502089377572506'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pruemclsutty.blogspot.com/2005/08/by-way.html' title=''/><author><name>Prue</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05594109802429954619</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-6855389.post-112502025190053965</id><published>2005-08-25T18:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-08-25T18:46:53.553-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Sorry about the last post...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In good news, someone has hired me! I am now the Assistant Librarian at my university and am actually excited about it. I am officially an adult because I have... BENEFITS!!! So now, if I am sick, I can actually get medication instead of my normal Excedrin Migraine cures all approach.&lt;br /&gt;Roomie says that the library is actually a good fit for me, which was sorta insulting at first. Then I realized she is exactly right. So I told the Photographer that I was the naughty librarian.&lt;br /&gt;In moving into adulthood... I have taken up reading the Economist. It is a British publication (go figure) and it covers current events. PB is conducting a class where you read the Economist and discuss the articles so I have joined the group to expand my knowledge of current events. I have discovered I like to debate. Photographer is in the class and he is a conservative where I am the liberal. Makes for interesting conversation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I always said I'd be a Toys R' Us kid forever....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6855389-112502025190053965?l=pruemclsutty.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pruemclsutty.blogspot.com/feeds/112502025190053965/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6855389&amp;postID=112502025190053965&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6855389/posts/default/112502025190053965'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6855389/posts/default/112502025190053965'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pruemclsutty.blogspot.com/2005/08/sorry-about-last-post.html' title=''/><author><name>Prue</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05594109802429954619</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-6855389.post-112431135677062559</id><published>2005-08-17T13:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-08-17T13:43:16.146-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>This is it, this is as good as it gets. I have determined this today as I sit at my second of two jobs where any kind of skills I had just rot away, what was left of them anyway.&lt;br /&gt;All I want is one job where I feel useful and do not have to skip a bill so I can pay rent. Where if I want to go to a movie, I can go without having to worry that I won't be able to make the car payment.&lt;br /&gt;Try to correct this you say, so ok, I am doing the job hunt and its rejection after rejection. Your over qualified, you don't have experience, blah, blah, blah. Had this been a different year, I could have dealt with it, shrugged it off, and kept going. But I have used all my strength and now I am just empty. Empty.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6855389-112431135677062559?l=pruemclsutty.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pruemclsutty.blogspot.com/feeds/112431135677062559/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6855389&amp;postID=112431135677062559&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6855389/posts/default/112431135677062559'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6855389/posts/default/112431135677062559'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pruemclsutty.blogspot.com/2005/08/this-is-it-this-is-as-good-as-it-gets.html' title=''/><author><name>Prue</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05594109802429954619</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-6855389.post-112217644310409677</id><published>2005-07-23T20:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-07-23T20:40:43.110-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I am back from vacation, have been for a while, just have not updated.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vacay was wonderful, I had a great time and it was so nice not to think about anything for a week. I learned how to play poker and actually won some money the first night, but then faltered the rest of the week. My brother and his family wants to move to Georgia so we shall see. He says that where we are now is not home anymore, and I totally agree, it hasn't been home for a while now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am back to the grindstone and obsessed with news, I love the BBC and MSNBC. And I have added a new favorite, Keith Olbermann's blog on MSNBC. He has some interesting views.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Josephus: Good Luck on the BAR, you will do great!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6855389-112217644310409677?l=pruemclsutty.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pruemclsutty.blogspot.com/feeds/112217644310409677/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6855389&amp;postID=112217644310409677&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6855389/posts/default/112217644310409677'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6855389/posts/default/112217644310409677'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pruemclsutty.blogspot.com/2005/07/i-am-back-from-vacation-have-been-for.html' title=''/><author><name>Prue</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05594109802429954619</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-6855389.post-112023061591844968</id><published>2005-07-01T08:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-07-01T08:10:15.923-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>After declining, TWICE, a vacation to Georgia, and accepting a substantial bribe, I am going on vacation. I don't wanna go. WHO does not want to go on vacation?&lt;br /&gt;I hope its ok and life will be ok afterwards. While I am on vacation, I will pick up some thesis info I need that the University of Georgia will not send to my school through ILL, the bastards. And I will also visit some Native American history sites that I will use for class lectures in the spring of 2006. Oh yeah, I will see some family too and get free food, lodging, and transportation. Some vacation, eh.&lt;br /&gt;Weird though that mom won't be there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But what I really want to do is tour CNN, which you can for $12. How weird is that?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6855389-112023061591844968?l=pruemclsutty.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pruemclsutty.blogspot.com/feeds/112023061591844968/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6855389&amp;postID=112023061591844968&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6855389/posts/default/112023061591844968'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6855389/posts/default/112023061591844968'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pruemclsutty.blogspot.com/2005/07/after-declining-twice-vacation-to.html' title=''/><author><name>Prue</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05594109802429954619</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-6855389.post-112010022295654621</id><published>2005-06-29T19:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-06-29T19:57:02.956-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>This week's quote commemorates the 200th anniversary celebration of the Battle of Trafalgar 21 October 1805, in which Horatio Nelson defeated Napoleon thus preventing a French invasion of Britain and establishing the dominance of British sea power for a century. It is a year of celebration in the ol' UK and I am so excited. The quote is supposedly the last message Nelson sent to his fleet before he ordered the attack.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is perhaps some of the &lt;a href="http://www.bbc.co.uk/history/war/trafalgar_waterloo/index.shtml"&gt;best of European history&lt;/a&gt;, and where two of my favorite characters of British history emerge, Nelson and the Duke of Wellington, who soundly defeated Napoleon at the Battle of Waterloo.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6855389-112010022295654621?l=pruemclsutty.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pruemclsutty.blogspot.com/feeds/112010022295654621/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6855389&amp;postID=112010022295654621&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6855389/posts/default/112010022295654621'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6855389/posts/default/112010022295654621'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pruemclsutty.blogspot.com/2005/06/this-weeks-quote-commemorates-200th.html' title=''/><author><name>Prue</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05594109802429954619</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-6855389.post-112009941517105027</id><published>2005-06-29T19:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-06-29T19:43:35.176-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Josephus: This is for you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mcsweeneys.net/links/lists/29CTKelley.html"&gt;Christmas Presents I would consider giving Mr. Belvedere were he my personal manservant&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6855389-112009941517105027?l=pruemclsutty.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pruemclsutty.blogspot.com/feeds/112009941517105027/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6855389&amp;postID=112009941517105027&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6855389/posts/default/112009941517105027'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6855389/posts/default/112009941517105027'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pruemclsutty.blogspot.com/2005/06/josephus-this-is-for-you-christmas.html' title=''/><author><name>Prue</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05594109802429954619</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-6855389.post-111956782265690349</id><published>2005-06-23T16:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-06-23T16:28:50.383-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I highly recommend these:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://http://www.mcsweeneys.net/2005/6/23thoma.html"&gt;The Seduction of the World's Wildest Beasts: A How To&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mcsweeneys.net/2005/6/20kahn.html"&gt;Four Silent Killers&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mcsweeneys.net/links/lists/18PatrickCassels.html"&gt;Embarrassing things that might happen to you while using a lightsaber&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mcsweeneys.net/links/lists/16WampusReynolds.html"&gt;Names of OU football players, past and present, that sound like characters from &lt;em&gt;Dr. Strangelove&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mcsweeneys.net/links/lists/22ErickPeterson.html"&gt;Versions of well-known films in which the protagonist has been replaced with Leon Trotsky&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6855389-111956782265690349?l=pruemclsutty.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pruemclsutty.blogspot.com/feeds/111956782265690349/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6855389&amp;postID=111956782265690349&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6855389/posts/default/111956782265690349'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6855389/posts/default/111956782265690349'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pruemclsutty.blogspot.com/2005/06/i-highly-recommend-these-seduction-of.html' title=''/><author><name>Prue</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05594109802429954619</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-6855389.post-111950161352001279</id><published>2005-06-22T21:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-06-22T21:40:13.520-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>On Josephus's blog, he has a test on what Greek god/goddess you are. I had a TIE:&lt;br /&gt;I am either Hestia, the goddess of the Hearth who never married because she did not want to hurt anyone's feelings, OR I am Athena, the virgin goddess of wisdom and sorta misogynist.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmmmm&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6855389-111950161352001279?l=pruemclsutty.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pruemclsutty.blogspot.com/feeds/111950161352001279/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6855389&amp;postID=111950161352001279&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6855389/posts/default/111950161352001279'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6855389/posts/default/111950161352001279'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pruemclsutty.blogspot.com/2005/06/on-josephuss-blog-he-has-test-on-what.html' title=''/><author><name>Prue</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05594109802429954619</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-6855389.post-111950119101673902</id><published>2005-06-22T21:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-06-22T21:33:11.026-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Why is it when I go to Barnes and Noble, I always have to poop?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6855389-111950119101673902?l=pruemclsutty.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pruemclsutty.blogspot.com/feeds/111950119101673902/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6855389&amp;postID=111950119101673902&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6855389/posts/default/111950119101673902'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6855389/posts/default/111950119101673902'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pruemclsutty.blogspot.com/2005/06/why-is-it-when-i-go-to-barnes-and.html' title=''/><author><name>Prue</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05594109802429954619</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-6855389.post-111733187990793692</id><published>2005-05-28T18:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-05-28T18:57:59.906-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Am entering the summer of poverty but am not trying to think about it too much. Although the depression has really hit me hard in the last week and I am not sure if I will be ever to pull out. Even though I have some good things on the horizon which I am afraid to even think about for fear of jinxing everything, like its going to work out anyway. With somethings I think I live in a fantasy world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have not heard from Art in a week. He only seems to call when he wants something, and not even something cool like me, but a book, A BOOK! Cute Grad Student is leaving in a week which is hella sad. I know I will never see him again even though they say the friends you make in college will last a lifetime.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In other news, I did watch DeLovely with one of my favorite actors, Kevin Kline. The movie is really good although sad in a touching way. Now, I am obsessed with Cole Porter songs. Lucklily I have some of his best songs performed by Frank Sinatra and Ella Fitzgerald for the moment to pass.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6855389-111733187990793692?l=pruemclsutty.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pruemclsutty.blogspot.com/feeds/111733187990793692/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6855389&amp;postID=111733187990793692&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6855389/posts/default/111733187990793692'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6855389/posts/default/111733187990793692'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pruemclsutty.blogspot.com/2005/05/am-entering-summer-of-poverty-but-am.html' title=''/><author><name>Prue</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05594109802429954619</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-6855389.post-111638052331081826</id><published>2005-05-17T18:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-05-18T17:51:58.723-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Part 1 of a three part post</title><content type='html'>Okay, a lot has been going on lately so I will spare you a 5 page essay but will break it down into rants.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tonight, I spent 2.5 HOURS on the phone and $50, but I finally have the internet at home. All of that to tell me that my Norton Firewall protection was blocking my internet explorer. WTF???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday, I went to the bar with Roomie, Moneybutt, and Red Headed Grad Student (who hereafter will be referred to as Art). It was ok, and I looked good until I left my house, then the low self esteem kicked in. I wore a sleeveless top and I hate exposing my full arm nowadays since I gained some weight. Anyway, we had a good time, but Art and I had to be at work at 8am so I just hitched a ride home with him. He was upset that I naturally assumed that he would not leave with anyone else. I said, its Monday and Monkeybutt, roomie, and I are the ONLY women in the room.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I have finally appeased the Gods of enrollment and am now a student for the last semester.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;More later......&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6855389-111638052331081826?l=pruemclsutty.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pruemclsutty.blogspot.com/feeds/111638052331081826/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6855389&amp;postID=111638052331081826&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6855389/posts/default/111638052331081826'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6855389/posts/default/111638052331081826'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pruemclsutty.blogspot.com/2005/05/part-1-of-three-part-post.html' title='Part 1 of a three part post'/><author><name>Prue</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05594109802429954619</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-6855389.post-111438842915083662</id><published>2005-04-24T17:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-04-24T17:20:29.150-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>For confirmation that I am the lamest person in the world:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So for my European explorations class, I am studying the wonderful world of Antarctic Exploration in the early 1900s. I just finished reading about Shackleton's last Antarctic voyage where he died. It was not like a heroic death either, just a heart attack in South Georgia Island. Upon reading the story, I got teary eyed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Unfortunately this is not the first time this happened. I also got teary eyed reading the diary of Robert Falcon Scott, his last entry before he died returning from the South Pole. His was bad though because he starved to death in a tent with three of his friends, 11 miles from food.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6855389-111438842915083662?l=pruemclsutty.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pruemclsutty.blogspot.com/feeds/111438842915083662/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6855389&amp;postID=111438842915083662&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6855389/posts/default/111438842915083662'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6855389/posts/default/111438842915083662'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pruemclsutty.blogspot.com/2005/04/for-confirmation-that-i-am-lamest.html' title=''/><author><name>Prue</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05594109802429954619</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-6855389.post-111437756247613230</id><published>2005-04-24T14:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-04-24T14:20:07.290-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Lately I find myself fearful of the future of the country. Not just because we have a theocracy for a government, but of what I see leaving my university.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I work for my university library on the weekends and I just helped a girl researching her advertising senior project for advertising crayons who said she will graduate next week and this is the second time she has been to the library. Her partner kept asking me to do his work. I am only here to help them with finding information, which I did but, the information they wanted was to spell out the answer for their project. Basically: How to Advertise Crayons for Dummies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If they are graduating without any knowledge how to look things up, in a library or anywhere else, one has to think how many students are graduating or have graduated without this same knowledge. One question was were to find the Federal Trade Commission website. I was like, here let me show you GOOGLE. He was like oh, will this have the how to guide to advertising, I was like no, but it will have some information, Shouldn't you have learned that stuff with your ad degree?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6855389-111437756247613230?l=pruemclsutty.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pruemclsutty.blogspot.com/feeds/111437756247613230/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6855389&amp;postID=111437756247613230&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6855389/posts/default/111437756247613230'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6855389/posts/default/111437756247613230'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pruemclsutty.blogspot.com/2005/04/lately-i-find-myself-fearful-of-future.html' title=''/><author><name>Prue</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05594109802429954619</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-6855389.post-111368439196700607</id><published>2005-04-16T13:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-04-16T13:48:10.670-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>A friend I work with at the library described me like a beer:&lt;br /&gt;"Tall, light, shocking at first but smooth going down."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Roomie has called this section of my life "post filter Prue" and says life has gotten a little more interesting since no one is exactly sure what will come out of my mouth next.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6855389-111368439196700607?l=pruemclsutty.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pruemclsutty.blogspot.com/feeds/111368439196700607/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6855389&amp;postID=111368439196700607&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6855389/posts/default/111368439196700607'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6855389/posts/default/111368439196700607'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pruemclsutty.blogspot.com/2005/04/friend-i-work-with-at-library.html' title=''/><author><name>Prue</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05594109802429954619</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-6855389.post-111308416907958005</id><published>2005-04-09T14:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-04-15T12:21:31.916-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Oh yeah, I am having filter problems and by filter I mean the internal censor that keeps your own nasty thoughts about other people from slipping out into everyday conversation.&lt;br /&gt;Wednesday, I have class with the horrible Kat the brat and the Bullshitter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;An aside: The Bullshitter is this guy who loves to argue and thinks the way to peace is have war without political influence, that way when we all kill each other, we will understand peace. Also, he likes to make up shit about his life, for example, he says he gets all these offers from various people for his conference papers. However, when you ask who specifically, he just says people. Now, from my job with the state and having had a paper solicited, I understand how the whole system works.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Back to story: So they are sitting outside PB's office and I get there and my friend BW had not arrived so I left and came back. When I arrived again, BW was there and I said, ALOUD (an we all know how loud I am), "Thank GOD BW is here because I cannot handle these people alone today."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The look of horror I got from the other two......&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6855389-111308416907958005?l=pruemclsutty.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pruemclsutty.blogspot.com/feeds/111308416907958005/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6855389&amp;postID=111308416907958005&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6855389/posts/default/111308416907958005'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6855389/posts/default/111308416907958005'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pruemclsutty.blogspot.com/2005/04/oh-yeah-i-am-having-filter-problems.html' title=''/><author><name>Prue</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05594109802429954619</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-6855389.post-111308309280848640</id><published>2005-04-09T14:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-04-09T14:44:52.810-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>The question has been asked if the Photographer and I are dating, and the answer is no. While I am open to the possibilty, I don' t think anything will happen. He does have some personality quirks that can only be tolerated for a few days with breaks in between, like two days on, two days off, isn't that sad. He is alot like PB in that they both are hella arrogant. After the photography opening, he and I went to dinner and kids came up in the converstion, in the general context, not the "will you have my baby?" context. This was the second time this had come up so it was odd. We went to an area museum on Tuesday and it was dutch with no food outing before or afterward.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And the semester is winding down and everyone is leaving, again.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6855389-111308309280848640?l=pruemclsutty.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pruemclsutty.blogspot.com/feeds/111308309280848640/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6855389&amp;postID=111308309280848640&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6855389/posts/default/111308309280848640'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6855389/posts/default/111308309280848640'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pruemclsutty.blogspot.com/2005/04/question-has-been-asked-if.html' title=''/><author><name>Prue</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05594109802429954619</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-6855389.post-111239797304440110</id><published>2005-04-01T15:10:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-04-01T15:26:13.046-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Oh Golly Be, Its April already!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, not much going on here. bella and I are trying the vegetarian diet, will keep you informed on how that is going.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Spring Break was blah. I stayed at home all week. I did go to lunch with my friend BW which was fun. I was kinda bummed because this was the first spring break in a while I was not drunk, drinking, or doing something. Last year I was in London which was hella fun. I did stay in and watch the tourny, man the Big 12 had an off year. Spring Break was made even worse in that I wrecked my car because some girl and her boyfriend pulled out in front of me. But the car is all fixed and now I am back on the road again. Actually, I was never off the road, I had a rental car.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I finally told Photographer about my mom. It was tough and awkward, but I am glad I told him. He is so sporadic in my life, like we will go 6 months without seeing each other and then he will call and it will be like we never missed a beat which is cool. He totally missed the hell that was December and when he called in January, I just told him I had a bad winter, and he was so sweet to respect my boundaries not to ask. Unlike me, who if the roles were switched, would have nagged him until he broke. All is cool, he invited me to an opening of his art on Sunday so that should be fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In loser news, I upgraded my cable so now I will never leave my house.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6855389-111239797304440110?l=pruemclsutty.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pruemclsutty.blogspot.com/feeds/111239797304440110/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6855389&amp;postID=111239797304440110&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6855389/posts/default/111239797304440110'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6855389/posts/default/111239797304440110'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pruemclsutty.blogspot.com/2005/04/oh-golly-be-its-april-already-well-not.html' title=''/><author><name>Prue</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05594109802429954619</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-6855389.post-111068004829993884</id><published>2005-03-12T18:03:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-03-12T18:14:08.300-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Its Spring Break, Yippee!!&lt;br /&gt;I am officially off work for a week, rock on.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6855389-111068004829993884?l=pruemclsutty.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pruemclsutty.blogspot.com/feeds/111068004829993884/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6855389&amp;postID=111068004829993884&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6855389/posts/default/111068004829993884'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6855389/posts/default/111068004829993884'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pruemclsutty.blogspot.com/2005/03/its-spring-break-yippee-i-am.html' title=''/><author><name>Prue</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05594109802429954619</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-6855389.post-110824990661691543</id><published>2005-02-12T15:08:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-02-12T15:11:46.616-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Red Head Grad Student just came up tonight to work. He is not feeling well, but had to get some work done.&lt;br /&gt;I asked him about the Monkeybutt crush and Red said that the guy was smart and did not "know" but knew. Anyhow, it is still entertaining.&lt;br /&gt;He also added that the guy would not date anyone in the department which answers some questions I had about the boys. Bummer for me.&lt;br /&gt;And I have I mentioned I was not made up at all. Only on days when I have no makeup on do people come see me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6855389-110824990661691543?l=pruemclsutty.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pruemclsutty.blogspot.com/feeds/110824990661691543/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6855389&amp;postID=110824990661691543&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6855389/posts/default/110824990661691543'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6855389/posts/default/110824990661691543'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pruemclsutty.blogspot.com/2005/02/red-head-grad-student-just-came-up.html' title=''/><author><name>Prue</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05594109802429954619</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-6855389.post-110824427500576301</id><published>2005-02-12T13:26:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-02-12T13:55:47.203-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I went out yesterday with the Photographer again. It was a lot of fun, went to a local bar and had discussed current events. I did not do the shoelace trick although I wore a very low cut shirt, still nothing. Discovered he is just a shallow as Red Head Grad Student and a President Bush supporter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have given up soda for lent and so far I have done great. Have increased water and tea intake and am not all that irritable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Changed my thesis, not sure about it but it had to be done, still may break myself and go on to London anyway, what the hell right.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In other news, Monekybutt, my red head friend and good friend of Roomie's has a crush on Cute Grad student and instead of him dealing with said crush, he runs, RUNS, from her. I find it highly entertaining.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also bought myself my own valentine's day gift of an Anne Rice novel Bella recommended to me and a Ray Charles Greatest Hits collection. I had that song "You don't Know Me" in my head and I bought the whole CD.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PB just walked in to the library and he was helping some blonde chic with historical research I assume and he waved and asked for her book. He is so odd. I mean things have seriously changed in the past 4 or 5 months.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Still lovin the car.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6855389-110824427500576301?l=pruemclsutty.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pruemclsutty.blogspot.com/feeds/110824427500576301/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6855389&amp;postID=110824427500576301&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6855389/posts/default/110824427500576301'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6855389/posts/default/110824427500576301'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pruemclsutty.blogspot.com/2005/02/i-went-out-yesterday-with-photographer.html' title=''/><author><name>Prue</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05594109802429954619</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-6855389.post-110713074229938324</id><published>2005-01-30T15:27:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-01-30T16:19:02.300-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I went with Roomie and friends to see Hotel Rwanda. An excellent and enlightening movie, I recommend for all. Be prepared, it will be very emotional, but still worth the 6.50.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went shopping with Roomie and Monkeybutt, bought two hats, earings, and a top.  Made them go with me to Lane Bryant since they made me go to gadzooks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Am going to dinner with Photographer tomorrow. Will be fun with moment of awkwardness since he still does not know about my christmas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In other lameness, I cried a little when the Achieva was towed away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6855389-110713074229938324?l=pruemclsutty.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pruemclsutty.blogspot.com/feeds/110713074229938324/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6855389&amp;postID=110713074229938324&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6855389/posts/default/110713074229938324'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6855389/posts/default/110713074229938324'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pruemclsutty.blogspot.com/2005/01/i-went-with-roomie-and-friends-to-see.html' title=''/><author><name>Prue</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05594109802429954619</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-6855389.post-110697886816107554</id><published>2005-01-28T22:04:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-01-28T22:07:48.160-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Hello, Sorry about the last update, grief is a horrible thing. I am not suicidal, just a touch depressed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In other news, the silver beast has finally gone away and has been replaced by a beautiful Kia Rio. Its so quiet and I have radio which is way cool.&lt;br /&gt;&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/6855389-110697886816107554?l=pruemclsutty.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pruemclsutty.blogspot.com/feeds/110697886816107554/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6855389&amp;postID=110697886816107554&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6855389/posts/default/110697886816107554'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6855389/posts/default/110697886816107554'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pruemclsutty.blogspot.com/2005/01/hello-sorry-about-last-update-grief-is.html' title=''/><author><name>Prue</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05594109802429954619</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-6855389.post-110582003654469577</id><published>2005-01-15T13:10:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-01-15T12:13:56.543-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hi</title><content type='html'>Well, Still no news. Still boring.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went out with "the boys" Stayed one hour. Determined my caste in life which was simple since I was the droopy whale at the table.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Am diving into school and gym.  May not update for a while, what would be the point.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6855389-110582003654469577?l=pruemclsutty.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pruemclsutty.blogspot.com/feeds/110582003654469577/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6855389&amp;postID=110582003654469577&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6855389/posts/default/110582003654469577'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6855389/posts/default/110582003654469577'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pruemclsutty.blogspot.com/2005/01/hi.html' title='Hi'/><author><name>Prue</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05594109802429954619</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-6855389.post-110211698856389861</id><published>2004-12-03T15:35:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-12-03T15:36:28.563-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Hi Everyone-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am still alive. Sorry it has been so long for an update.  I have no news, I lead a very boring life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6855389-110211698856389861?l=pruemclsutty.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pruemclsutty.blogspot.com/feeds/110211698856389861/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6855389&amp;postID=110211698856389861&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6855389/posts/default/110211698856389861'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6855389/posts/default/110211698856389861'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pruemclsutty.blogspot.com/2004/12/hi-everyone-i-am-still-alive.html' title=''/><author><name>Prue</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05594109802429954619</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-6855389.post-110107706557491257</id><published>2004-11-21T14:33:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-11-21T14:57:28.613-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I never watch Fox news. They are the speaker box for the right wing. I have one friend who says I should watch it to keep track of what the enemy is doing then or just for a good laugh every now and then. So I decide to watch today (because Sunday morning TV after Meet the Press and Fairy Oddparents sucks) and they were talking about Guinness world records. Three things caught my attention:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) The tallest man was Robert Pershing Wadlow and he was 8'11" tall. The tallest living man is Radhouane Charbib and he is 7' 8" tall. I will try very hard not to complain about having to find pants long enough again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2) The land speed record is 763.055 mph. How do you get to drive this car? I wonder what kind of gas mileage it gets?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3) This guy in Texas holds the record for having eight live snakes in his mouth (he held them by their tails). Should we get him in touch with the land speed people because apparently, he really wanted a world record?&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/6855389-110107706557491257?l=pruemclsutty.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pruemclsutty.blogspot.com/feeds/110107706557491257/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6855389&amp;postID=110107706557491257&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6855389/posts/default/110107706557491257'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6855389/posts/default/110107706557491257'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pruemclsutty.blogspot.com/2004/11/i-never-watch-fox-news.html' title=''/><author><name>Prue</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05594109802429954619</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-6855389.post-110107581798535646</id><published>2004-11-21T14:19:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-11-21T14:28:26.740-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>It has been a peaceful Sunday, other than the fact that I am having panic attacks about going to my family's for Thanksgiving, but really, who isn't having panic attacks about Thanksgiving in one way or another. I will probably lock myself in a room and study till dinner is ready.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Studied Russian Intellectual Thought and got a headache, what a surprise.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&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/6855389-110107581798535646?l=pruemclsutty.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pruemclsutty.blogspot.com/feeds/110107581798535646/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6855389&amp;postID=110107581798535646&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6855389/posts/default/110107581798535646'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6855389/posts/default/110107581798535646'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pruemclsutty.blogspot.com/2004/11/it-has-been-peaceful-sunday-other-than.html' title=''/><author><name>Prue</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05594109802429954619</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-6855389.post-110100007127713149</id><published>2004-11-20T16:39:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-11-20T17:21:11.276-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>It has been one busy week, but found time to celebrate Cute Grad Student's acceptance into Medical School. Let me take a moment to talk about cute grad student. He has a bachelors in biology and is getting his masters in history, this way he is a well-rounded person. Not only is he cute but he is supersmart and very compassionate. He spent this summer working with Doctors without borders in Central America and he is one of these people that can scan an article and get the jest and carry on a 50 minute conversation with just 5 minutes of reading.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So the guys and I (Red Head, Canadian, and Cute GS) all went out and drank and had a great time. I remember when I wanted to be just one of the guys and now I am and its fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now we are back to the grindstone to finish the semester.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am worried about Roomie. She is getting back together with her exboyfriend. When they broke up, it was devastating for her and she is trying to remain friends with him but it has become more and I am afraid she will get hurt again.&lt;br /&gt;&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/6855389-110100007127713149?l=pruemclsutty.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pruemclsutty.blogspot.com/feeds/110100007127713149/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6855389&amp;postID=110100007127713149&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6855389/posts/default/110100007127713149'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6855389/posts/default/110100007127713149'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pruemclsutty.blogspot.com/2004/11/it-has-been-one-busy-week-but-found.html' title=''/><author><name>Prue</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05594109802429954619</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-6855389.post-110047749703061517</id><published>2004-11-14T16:10:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-11-14T16:11:37.030-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Crush on red head grad student back on!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am currently at work, no make up, t-shirt and jeans, and he comes up to visit just to see how I am doing.  Talks to me about the weekend and leaves.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How cool am I?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Must wear more make up.&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/6855389-110047749703061517?l=pruemclsutty.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pruemclsutty.blogspot.com/feeds/110047749703061517/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6855389&amp;postID=110047749703061517&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6855389/posts/default/110047749703061517'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6855389/posts/default/110047749703061517'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pruemclsutty.blogspot.com/2004/11/crush-on-red-head-grad-student-back-on.html' title=''/><author><name>Prue</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05594109802429954619</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-6855389.post-110030763197892744</id><published>2004-11-12T16:41:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-11-12T17:00:31.980-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>So I was told recently that I was not hard core enough for a PH. D. program and that my nemesis Kat the Brat was. Now, I totally agree that Kat the Brat is hard core and she is very vocal about her hard coreness, however if neglecting your family (including raising your kids) to pursue a goal is hard core, then I don't want to be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not saying that I am a perfect ray of sunshine, but I do know when to study and when to go out and be young and enjoy my twenties. And if a 4.0 GPA and a kick ass job in my field is not hardcore, then please tell me what is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This same person told me that I should instead pursue myMBA because there is no money in academe and I won't be happy. This is only because he is not happy and does he know how many people have MBAs and how hard that market is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This same professor also told me not to back out of a conference because of a bad paper and after said conference told me I should not have gone because of my bad paper. Dude, WTF!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I made mention to this to my Red HeadGrad student and he with Canadian Grad Student and Cute GradStudent who is going to medical school, took me out and we all got drunk. Red Head says he cannot keep his mouth shut with this person in the room becasue he has to defend my honor. Isn't that sweet!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, this professor was in the office with Redhead and he said something and Red head said "well i guess your not hardcore enough."&lt;br /&gt;&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/6855389-110030763197892744?l=pruemclsutty.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pruemclsutty.blogspot.com/feeds/110030763197892744/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6855389&amp;postID=110030763197892744&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6855389/posts/default/110030763197892744'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6855389/posts/default/110030763197892744'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pruemclsutty.blogspot.com/2004/11/so-i-was-told-recently-that-i-was-not.html' title=''/><author><name>Prue</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05594109802429954619</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-6855389.post-110013014220292553</id><published>2004-11-10T15:36:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-11-10T15:42:22.203-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>ok, so I am currently supposed to be in class but I did  not finish my readings for class so instead of making an ass of myself, which I am quite good at, I decided to ditch. The problem was I had left my stuff in the History department with Roomie's stuff while we went and ate lunch.Roomie went to the department and my prof was there. So, Rooiue had me HIDE IN A STAIRWELL, while she got my stuff and I told my classmate to tell him I am sick. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In other news, Kat the brat only made a 580 on her GRE vocab. Yeah, like she is real hard core.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6855389-110013014220292553?l=pruemclsutty.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pruemclsutty.blogspot.com/feeds/110013014220292553/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6855389&amp;postID=110013014220292553&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6855389/posts/default/110013014220292553'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6855389/posts/default/110013014220292553'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pruemclsutty.blogspot.com/2004/11/ok-so-i-am-currently-supposed-to-be-in.html' title=''/><author><name>Prue</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05594109802429954619</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-6855389.post-109977683138231259</id><published>2004-11-06T13:33:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-11-06T13:54:17.010-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Sorry I have not updated in a while, it has been a weird week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am so sad that Kerry lost the election. I cried during his concession speech and I was not the only one. Many of my friends were so emotionally invested in this campaign that it was such a huge let down. Now, I am scared to death of the state of our country over the next four years. We invaded Iraq not because of WMDs ( I mean Rumsfeld forgot where he put them anyway), we invaded for oil and because Hussein threatened to kill W's daddy (while a noble thought to defend family honor, I personally did not want to contribute $87 billion to the cause). The country has the wool pull over its eyes by a religious zealot that forms policy over instinct and what God says not facts. Divine monarchy and divine direction doesn't work in politics.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The freedoms we have, are being taken away from us by the extreme Christian conservatives in this country who are more upset about a dude kissing another dude than the falling economy, the failing social security system, the destruction of Alaska for oil, and the forcing of democracy in other countries. Democracy, while working well for us, not necessarily works for others.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ah, now I fell somewhat better but not really because I live in a state where my vote doens;t count, and we outlawed common law marriage rights so that a dude kissing another dude can't get married.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&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/6855389-109977683138231259?l=pruemclsutty.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pruemclsutty.blogspot.com/feeds/109977683138231259/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6855389&amp;postID=109977683138231259&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6855389/posts/default/109977683138231259'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6855389/posts/default/109977683138231259'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pruemclsutty.blogspot.com/2004/11/sorry-i-have-not-updated-in-while-it.html' title=''/><author><name>Prue</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05594109802429954619</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-6855389.post-109918601975400776</id><published>2004-10-30T18:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-10-30T18:26:59.756-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>So my lecture went well, but I went extremely fast. Will there ever be a time when you aren't so nervous about giving a lecture or speaking in public?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went to a Halloween party yesterday. I was home by 10. It sucked.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, I have one thousand pages to read before Tuesday, ACK.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&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/6855389-109918601975400776?l=pruemclsutty.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pruemclsutty.blogspot.com/feeds/109918601975400776/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6855389&amp;postID=109918601975400776&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6855389/posts/default/109918601975400776'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6855389/posts/default/109918601975400776'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pruemclsutty.blogspot.com/2004/10/so-my-lecture-went-well-but-i-went.html' title=''/><author><name>Prue</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05594109802429954619</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-6855389.post-109883982041496686</id><published>2004-10-26T18:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-10-26T18:17:26.993-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I was asked to give a lecture today for US history over the New Deal. Apparently, the history god's are trying to tell me something, that maybe this is the field for me. Yippee!!! (I am pretty sure they aren't saying Yippee.)&lt;br /&gt;I give my lecture tomorrow, funny for the Anglophile to teach US History, eh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&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/6855389-109883982041496686?l=pruemclsutty.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pruemclsutty.blogspot.com/feeds/109883982041496686/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6855389&amp;postID=109883982041496686&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6855389/posts/default/109883982041496686'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6855389/posts/default/109883982041496686'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pruemclsutty.blogspot.com/2004/10/i-was-asked-to-give-lecture-today-for.html' title=''/><author><name>Prue</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05594109802429954619</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-6855389.post-109866966690059334</id><published>2004-10-24T18:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-10-24T19:02:13.306-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>The following is a segment from perhaps the scariest thing I have read in a long time (&lt;a href="http://www.nytimes.com/2004/10/17/magazine/17BUSH.html?pagewanted=1&amp;ei=5070&amp;amp;en=d50f7fed459e941a&amp;amp;ex=1098763200"&gt;from the New York Times, 17 October 2004&lt;/a&gt;):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the Oval Office in December 2002, the president met with a few ranking senators and members of the House, both Republicans and Democrats. In those days, there were high hopes that the United States-sponsored ''road map'' for the Israelis and Palestinians would be a pathway to peace, and the discussion that wintry day was, in part, about countries providing peacekeeping forces in the region. The problem, everyone agreed, was that a number of European countries, like France and Germany, had armies that were not trusted by either the Israelis or Palestinians. One congressman -- the Hungarian-born Tom Lantos, a Democrat from California and the only Holocaust survivor in Congress -- mentioned that the Scandinavian countries were viewed more positively. Lantos went on to describe for the president how the Swedish Army might be an ideal candidate to anchor a small peacekeeping force on the West Bank and the Gaza Strip. Sweden has a well-trained force of about 25,000. The president looked at him appraisingly, several people in the room recall.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;''I don't know why you're talking about Sweden,'' Bush said. ''They're the neutral one. They don't have an army.''&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lantos paused, a little shocked, and offered a gentlemanly reply: ''Mr. President, you may have thought that I said Switzerland. They're the ones that are historically neutral, without an army.'' Then Lantos mentioned, in a gracious aside, that the Swiss do have a tough national guard to protect the country in the event of invasion.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bush held to his view. ''No, no, it's Sweden that has no army.''&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The room went silent, until someone changed the subject.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A few weeks later, members of Congress and their spouses gathered with administration officials and other dignitaries for the White House Christmas party. The president saw Lantos and grabbed him by the shoulder. ''You were right,'' he said, with bonhomie. ''Sweden does have an army.''&lt;br /&gt;&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/6855389-109866966690059334?l=pruemclsutty.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pruemclsutty.blogspot.com/feeds/109866966690059334/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6855389&amp;postID=109866966690059334&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6855389/posts/default/109866966690059334'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6855389/posts/default/109866966690059334'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pruemclsutty.blogspot.com/2004/10/following-is-segment-from-perhaps.html' title=''/><author><name>Prue</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05594109802429954619</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-6855389.post-109858198526243083</id><published>2004-10-23T18:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-10-23T18:40:25.790-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>The best quote from grouphug.us today:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My favorite game is pearl harbor. I put a bunch of Fruit Loops in the toilet, then try to sink them the whole time yelling "Tora, Tora, Tora".&lt;br /&gt;&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/6855389-109858198526243083?l=pruemclsutty.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pruemclsutty.blogspot.com/feeds/109858198526243083/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6855389&amp;postID=109858198526243083&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6855389/posts/default/109858198526243083'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6855389/posts/default/109858198526243083'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pruemclsutty.blogspot.com/2004/10/best-quote-from-grouphug.html' title=''/><author><name>Prue</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05594109802429954619</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-6855389.post-109857796532178907</id><published>2004-10-23T17:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-10-23T17:33:15.203-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Roomie and I worked things out. I did confront her as Bella suggested, not those exact words, more like, "Hey, I did not appreciate that you took over that whole resume thing, etc..." I should not like him anyway, he is shallow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I am really glad that Roomie and I worked things out. She is very sweet and we get along great.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I refuse to give up baseball. Why should I? Such a dilemma, who to root for in the World Series. I have grown up a Cardinals fan but have become a Red Sox fan over the past 7-8 years or so and they haven't won a Series since 1918 and the cardinals have won a couple of times since then, soooooo..... GO RED SOX!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I refuse to be complete damsel in distress and I will only wear pink bras and undies, or that one shirt I have that is pink, but that's it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&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/6855389-109857796532178907?l=pruemclsutty.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pruemclsutty.blogspot.com/feeds/109857796532178907/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6855389&amp;postID=109857796532178907&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6855389/posts/default/109857796532178907'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6855389/posts/default/109857796532178907'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pruemclsutty.blogspot.com/2004/10/roomie-and-i-worked-things-out.html' title=''/><author><name>Prue</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05594109802429954619</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-6855389.post-109845376604024976</id><published>2004-10-22T06:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-10-22T12:15:45.810-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Crush on Red Head Grad Student over. He and his roomate (cute grad student) came over to house yesterday with pizza, wanting help on his resume. He called me, he asked me, and when he came over, Roomie just took over so Cute grad student and I watched TV. Got the resume done and was like hey Prue will you edit this. So now I am in the room.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The boys were about to leave and Red Head was saying that we all should come over for a grill night and the rest of the room thought he said girl's night. So then we started joking about different girl's movies and I said Bridget Jones's Diary and Red Head was like "oh no, not where Renee Zellweiger is fat." And I was like she is not fat, and he said yes she was. All I could do was stand there. He must think I am a whale. I couldn't run, it was MY HOUSE!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is the second time this week Roomie has way been flirting with Red Head student. We went to the bar Wednesday to watch the Red Sox Game (by the way RED SOX RULE) and it was me, Roomie, Red Head, Cute Grad STudent, and Canadian Grad Student. I hate bars, all they are are meat market. I am just a whale the guys let hang out with them. The whole night she sat next to him rubbing his back, and leaning, ICK! Roomie knows how I felt about Red Head Grad Student and I would never flirt with a guy she had a crush on so I just don't get it. The whole night was ruined. The Red Sox pulled off the greatest comeback in baseball, beat the evil empire of the Yankees, and made it to the series. I WAS extactic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe I am overreacting. But they treat her like she's a girl because she is skinny and cute and blond. They treat me like one of the guys but not once like a girl which I guess is okay. SO now I can't hang out with them anymore because I am a guy whale and I can't eat in front of them because I am a guy whale. So basically over two days, I have realized I am a poor guy whale and that is my caste in life. I feel like I have to give up being a fan of baseball and become one of those women who are all froo froo and pink and damsel in distress all the time because obivously I am not girl enough. Its for the best I suppose, I should quit having fun anyway, I am a grad student afterall, we aren't supposed to have any fun. And if you want to succeed in this world, at least for me anyway, you can't have it all. You can't have a personal life and a career. So I choose career and I will kick ass in my field.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&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/6855389-109845376604024976?l=pruemclsutty.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pruemclsutty.blogspot.com/feeds/109845376604024976/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6855389&amp;postID=109845376604024976&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6855389/posts/default/109845376604024976'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6855389/posts/default/109845376604024976'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pruemclsutty.blogspot.com/2004/10/crush-on-red-head-grad-student-over.html' title=''/><author><name>Prue</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05594109802429954619</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-6855389.post-109754808670342074</id><published>2004-10-11T19:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-10-11T19:28:06.703-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I would like to extend my sympathies to Bella and Pretty Boy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PB has never had corned beef. He says its scary in the packaging, yet he eats sardines. Then again, the sardine tin is quite nifty, just gross contents.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have I mentioned that I know how to kill a whale and flense it? Yes, I read an Arctic account of whaling from the nineteenth century and it was a step by step guide to getting blubber from whales. So next time we are exploring the Arctic and we are in need of blubber, I am your girl.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Back on the school bandwagon, although have set realistic goals for me and eliminating many tier one schools (is Pennsylvania really gonna take me, no, see saved $50 bucks). Also, have procastinanted enough that I have to eliminate all 12/1 application deadlines so GRE scores can post. But am doing much better in school and will be back to my studious self by the end of the week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am train lagged. Or maybe it is because I stayed up until 2 am watching my brand new cable. Ah, the joys of cable infomercials.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&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/6855389-109754808670342074?l=pruemclsutty.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pruemclsutty.blogspot.com/feeds/109754808670342074/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6855389&amp;postID=109754808670342074&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6855389/posts/default/109754808670342074'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6855389/posts/default/109754808670342074'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pruemclsutty.blogspot.com/2004/10/i-would-like-to-extend-my-sympathies.html' title=''/><author><name>Prue</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05594109802429954619</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-6855389.post-109747057765280317</id><published>2004-10-10T21:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-10-10T21:56:17.653-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I have just returned from the conference trip to San Antonio. Nice town San Antonio, and the river walk is amazing. However, I thought the Alamo would be bigger. Still, it is quite cool just the same. Right across the street is Ripley's Haunted Adventure and I decided for dinner instead of adventure, oh well, next trip.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Took the train. Great way to see America if you have the time because it is forever long. Took 12 hours to get to San Antonio. Not very smooth but keep the air cold so you don't get all hot and nauseated. Cheap way to go to except buy snacks before boarding, because you actually have to buy the food on the train, it is not like the airline, unless you ride first class on the train, this way meals are provided. Attempted to get lots done on train but reading and rocking motion just promotes sleeping conditions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Conference went well. Read my paper really fast, not like micromachines man fast, but fast. And my mouth got all dry. Commentator was very nice and did not nail my ass to a wall which he should have done because paper was not conference ready. What does the world think of the university of Arizona? The football team will have a great defense by the end of the year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PB mingled with other people for most part, talked to me a little, talked to Kat a little. Talked to me more this morning as we waited for cab together.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life is normal for a bit, glad to be home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6855389-109747057765280317?l=pruemclsutty.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pruemclsutty.blogspot.com/feeds/109747057765280317/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6855389&amp;postID=109747057765280317&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6855389/posts/default/109747057765280317'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6855389/posts/default/109747057765280317'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pruemclsutty.blogspot.com/2004/10/i-have-just-returned-from-conference.html' title=''/><author><name>Prue</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05594109802429954619</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-6855389.post-109703512530423464</id><published>2004-10-05T20:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-10-05T20:58:45.303-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I just came back from Bennigans as the only girl with the Canadian Grad Student, the cute grad student who is going to med school (more on him later), and the one I have a crush on, the Red Head Grad student. We had a great time and something came up about Monkeybutt and all the guys there were like I would not sleep with her, nice to hang out with but no. I have to tell you that statement right there made my night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also, talking about Jeremy Bentham and we were loud and this cute guy came over to the table and had a 10 minute conversation about Jeremy Bentham with us. Cute stranger was a grad student at OU in philosophy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Canadian Grad Student and I rode together and before he left, he said, You are the smartest person I know and I have so much to tell you but not tonight. And then he went home. WTF?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All in All a good night and I did not even do drama queen, just laughed my ass off. Felt great to hang out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS I have purchased transportation for hellacious conference. ICK.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6855389-109703512530423464?l=pruemclsutty.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pruemclsutty.blogspot.com/feeds/109703512530423464/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6855389&amp;postID=109703512530423464&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6855389/posts/default/109703512530423464'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6855389/posts/default/109703512530423464'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pruemclsutty.blogspot.com/2004/10/i-just-came-back-from-bennigans-as.html' title=''/><author><name>Prue</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05594109802429954619</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-6855389.post-109676166318345933</id><published>2004-10-02T16:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-10-02T17:01:03.183-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Have I ever mentioned that one of my personal top ten favorite movies of all time is "History of the World Part I?" OMG, it is the funniest shit ever. It is by Mel Brooks who is the creator of some other funny movies like "Blazing Saddles," "Silent Movie," and "Spaceballs." I feel so much better now watching it. I am a dork though because now I can do the Spanish Inquistion dancing number. You have to see the movie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6855389-109676166318345933?l=pruemclsutty.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pruemclsutty.blogspot.com/feeds/109676166318345933/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6855389&amp;postID=109676166318345933&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6855389/posts/default/109676166318345933'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6855389/posts/default/109676166318345933'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pruemclsutty.blogspot.com/2004/10/have-i-ever-mentioned-that-one-of-my.html' title=''/><author><name>Prue</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05594109802429954619</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-6855389.post-109673586380568049</id><published>2004-10-02T09:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-10-02T09:53:35.933-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>So I am thinking that I should let Roomie know about the site. BUT this could be bad so then I think no.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am also thinking that I should talk to my prof friend who married her prof and now have two cute kids about PB. I just don't trust her. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am so happy that Bella has lost so much weight. YOU ROCK BELLA!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6855389-109673586380568049?l=pruemclsutty.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pruemclsutty.blogspot.com/feeds/109673586380568049/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6855389&amp;postID=109673586380568049&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6855389/posts/default/109673586380568049'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6855389/posts/default/109673586380568049'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pruemclsutty.blogspot.com/2004/10/so-i-am-thinking-that-i-should-let.html' title=''/><author><name>Prue</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05594109802429954619</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-6855389.post-109667193303078909</id><published>2004-10-01T15:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-10-01T16:05:33.030-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Well, I think I am done with my rant from last week. Man I hate to be such a downer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have done much better on the Weight Watchers points this week, how cool is that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Talked to PB today about my stress. Not all the way but 55%, so I would not cry, because apparently I am the Magnificent Crying Machine. Anyway, he really opened up about being bitter about his career choice and if he had his whole life to do all over again, he would not do what he is currently doing. I am so self absorbed sometimes, that I did not realize this until I was bouncing off the conversation with him to Bella. Now, I am such a bitch because he really needed a hug or reassurance and I was like, "this is not about you right now."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't call because he might think that's weird or he may be a suppressor and not want to talk about this again. Then again, I keep thinking about it and I just think, he could share with me and then we could support each other. Ah, the ABC After school special strikes again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have I mentioned that I am totally obsessed with As the World Turns?&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/6855389-109667193303078909?l=pruemclsutty.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pruemclsutty.blogspot.com/feeds/109667193303078909/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6855389&amp;postID=109667193303078909&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6855389/posts/default/109667193303078909'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6855389/posts/default/109667193303078909'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pruemclsutty.blogspot.com/2004/10/well-i-think-i-am-done-with-my-rant.html' title=''/><author><name>Prue</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05594109802429954619</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-6855389.post-109615746612401923</id><published>2004-09-25T16:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-09-25T17:19:48.716-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Ok, so I am not studying for my European test, instead I am reading blogs. I stumbled on a &lt;a href="http://grouphug.us"&gt;confession website&lt;/a&gt; and I relate to so many of the confessions and it makes me think of what I am depressed about and then I just want to eat. Because I will go home to my house, say hello to my roomate, and then study because that's really all I have time for and its not like if I did have time, would anyone call or want to go out, no. Then when I say that, I am like you are so full of crap and then I just want to sleep. Sometimes I just want a boyfriend, time to relax, and to know that this fear that I am never going to get into a PhD program is pointless and I am going to be fine. But then I feel that again, I am being a dumbass and then I want to eat, and the cycle continues.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At that get together at the Red Head grad student's house and anyother time I am around him and all the grad student friends who are mutual friends of Roomie (whom is a cute 5'5" blond, outgoing girl) I always feel so fat and not like fat like I am but fat like 800lbs fat and that I am a waste to the world and that I should not even breathe. Even around the photographer and PB because I know I will only be friends with them because no one &lt;em&gt;likes &lt;/em&gt;the fat girl, we just let her hang out with us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And Roomie and I have this friend Monkeybutt who is a cute, outgoing skinny red head girl and she asked me this week to help her with her pigtails and I was having a hard time with this and she said "Prue, you have to learn this, you are going to have kids someday." and I just smailed and kept at her pigtails knowing in the back of my head that I am never going to have kids.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So then the pattern starts, I am depressed, say I will never eat again and then I eat because that's dumb not to eat again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And my sister in law's cousin died yesterday and she was like 600lbs and the conversation is how the paramedics had such a hard time getting her out of the house and how they are going to have to make a special coffin for her, etc, and I am so afraid that is how I am going out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I feel so bad publishing this because I stress all the time and I know everyone is like same shit different day Prue and people don't like stressed out people who are constantly unhappy so I always have to be upbeat and happy and it is really hard.&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/6855389-109615746612401923?l=pruemclsutty.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pruemclsutty.blogspot.com/feeds/109615746612401923/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6855389&amp;postID=109615746612401923&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6855389/posts/default/109615746612401923'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6855389/posts/default/109615746612401923'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pruemclsutty.blogspot.com/2004/09/ok-so-i-am-not-studying-for-my.html' title=''/><author><name>Prue</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05594109802429954619</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-6855389.post-109615622688580129</id><published>2004-09-25T16:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-09-25T16:50:26.886-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Ok, I think I am done with the website.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6855389-109615622688580129?l=pruemclsutty.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pruemclsutty.blogspot.com/feeds/109615622688580129/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6855389&amp;postID=109615622688580129&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6855389/posts/default/109615622688580129'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6855389/posts/default/109615622688580129'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pruemclsutty.blogspot.com/2004/09/ok-i-think-i-am-done-with-website.html' title=''/><author><name>Prue</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05594109802429954619</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-6855389.post-109614698142779143</id><published>2004-09-25T14:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-09-25T14:16:21.426-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Went to Red Head Grad Student's new apartment. He is rooming with the other cute grad student that spent the summer in Guatemala. So we were going to have a house warming party with all the cool grad students, but it was just Roomie, me and the two boys. We drank, helped move things, and watched Dogma.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6855389-109614698142779143?l=pruemclsutty.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pruemclsutty.blogspot.com/feeds/109614698142779143/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6855389&amp;postID=109614698142779143&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6855389/posts/default/109614698142779143'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6855389/posts/default/109614698142779143'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pruemclsutty.blogspot.com/2004/09/went-to-red-head-grad-students-new.html' title=''/><author><name>Prue</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05594109802429954619</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-6855389.post-109606847140395933</id><published>2004-09-24T16:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-09-24T16:29:46.046-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Thank You Josephus!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am still playing with the template, page still under contstruction.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6855389-109606847140395933?l=pruemclsutty.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pruemclsutty.blogspot.com/feeds/109606847140395933/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6855389&amp;postID=109606847140395933&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6855389/posts/default/109606847140395933'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6855389/posts/default/109606847140395933'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pruemclsutty.blogspot.com/2004/09/thank-you-josephus-i-am-still-playing.html' title=''/><author><name>Prue</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05594109802429954619</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-6855389.post-109606515194876461</id><published>2004-09-24T15:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-09-24T15:58:25.630-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Frantic... The word of the day</title><content type='html'>So Roomie and I did not have a huge argument but we did have a long discussion about the dos and don'ts of our house. She asked if she could bring him back this weekend and I said no, which I feel bad for saying no, and she said why. I told her about how I feel like its not my house when he is here and that I feel like I have to stay away or in my bedroom while he is here. She seemed a little upset but was ok. I think I may cave and let him stay again even though I hate it, so home relations with Roomie will be ok. What do you think?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bella and I have been exchanging the stupid stick award for the week. PB is out of town visiting his mother for the weekend and wanted me to go check on the cat. He gives me the alarm code and I go check on the cat. I had missed the kitty so I was excited to go over to the house ( I know, I should not be existed to see the cat, I should be excited to see PB). Anyway, I open the door, cat runs in the house and the alarm goes off, I enter the code and ITS THE WRONG CODE! So the cat is freaking out for the noise, I cannot get the cat out from under the bed and the police are coming. Luckily, I called ADT from my car in his driveway, told them my story, they canceled the police and told me to call PB for correct code. I had class and PB was on a plane for like an hour so they had to set the alarm to test so the police would not come back. I call PB, leave this frantic message (did I mention I had not been sleeping? We all know what happens when I don't sleep.) and then go on to my class. I frantically explain to my professor what was going on and he just laughed and was like ok. So PB calls, gives me the code, Laughs and tells me to have a great weekend. I go, rescue the cat who just wants to be held atthis point (much like myself) and all is well. And I called Bella every 20 minutes, frantic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now all is well.&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/6855389-109606515194876461?l=pruemclsutty.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pruemclsutty.blogspot.com/feeds/109606515194876461/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6855389&amp;postID=109606515194876461&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6855389/posts/default/109606515194876461'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6855389/posts/default/109606515194876461'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pruemclsutty.blogspot.com/2004/09/frantic-word-of-day.html' title='Frantic... The word of the day'/><author><name>Prue</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05594109802429954619</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-6855389.post-109563439077976729</id><published>2004-09-19T15:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-09-19T15:53:10.780-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Roomie took boyfriend back and all is well at the house. I am finally able to sit in my living room and eat in the kitchen intead of spending my every waking moment in my bedroom.  I see a large argument on the horizon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not much else is going on. Super behind in school, cannot shake the all is lost feeling.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6855389-109563439077976729?l=pruemclsutty.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pruemclsutty.blogspot.com/feeds/109563439077976729/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6855389&amp;postID=109563439077976729&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6855389/posts/default/109563439077976729'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6855389/posts/default/109563439077976729'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pruemclsutty.blogspot.com/2004/09/roomie-took-boyfriend-back-and-all-is.html' title=''/><author><name>Prue</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05594109802429954619</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-6855389.post-109518782150174966</id><published>2004-09-14T11:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-09-14T11:50:21.500-07:00</updated><title type='text'>So it has been awhile...</title><content type='html'>Roomie and I had issues this weekend. She is from a small town in our state and proceeded to invite the entire town to stay with us for a week. She called me before she came back and was like can my new boyfriend and a friend with a baby stay with us Saturday night? I was not cool with this but it is her house too so I conceded, it was only one night. Well, they get here and proceed to bring in EVERYTHING they own. WTF? I asked her and she was like well I assumed you would know that it would be a week. AAAGGGHHH. I had a long talk with her and the boyfriend stayed but everyone else went home. As a peace offering, she bought me a frog. His name is Herbie. He lives in our fish tank with a snail, an algae eater, and a catfish. Hopefully he will be very happy.&lt;br /&gt;So they are in the "Baby" stage of the relationship which just makes me want to barf. Pretty soon she is going to cut his food for him I am sure.&lt;br /&gt;I broke the laptop. Apparently my Miss America talent is deleting operating systems. Please Best Buy, fix my computer.&lt;br /&gt;&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/6855389-109518782150174966?l=pruemclsutty.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pruemclsutty.blogspot.com/feeds/109518782150174966/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6855389&amp;postID=109518782150174966&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6855389/posts/default/109518782150174966'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6855389/posts/default/109518782150174966'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pruemclsutty.blogspot.com/2004/09/so-it-has-been-awhile.html' title='So it has been awhile...'/><author><name>Prue</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05594109802429954619</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>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6855389.post-109425463834581221</id><published>2004-09-03T16:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-09-05T16:28:50.166-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>So PB and I have been trying to hook up for dinner and we keep getting our schedules crossed. We set up for this Thursday but we both have an engagement at 7pm. He treats me so differently when it is just he and I outside of work. Which, I know why....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And the photographer and I are trying to hook up for dinner too. I got paid so called him this weekend and he was going out of town with friends, and I was so jealous. Not sure how to tell him how I feel fear of losing the friendship, man being an adult sucks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am behind in school. And I feel like I am lost and not sure what to do. I don't know why I have this lost feeling but it is odd. I need to get my grad school stuff together and everything feels like it is piling up so fast and I am not going to make it through, the incredible sinking feeling. I must quit trying to have it all and settle for one thing. But I see people who settle for the career and they seem so unhappy, even PB who I am not sure of his life story, but sometimes he seems sad that he never had kids (not that I want any kids right now), but lets look at my friend Kat whose relationship is ending, my boss who has never been married and now is a bitch old woman. But then I see one of my colleagues at school who married her prof and have 2 beautiful kids and appear happy, (but she is cute and blond).  AAAGGGGHHHH. Okay, my rant is over.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope Josephus is ok in Florida .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&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/6855389-109425463834581221?l=pruemclsutty.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pruemclsutty.blogspot.com/feeds/109425463834581221/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6855389&amp;postID=109425463834581221&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6855389/posts/default/109425463834581221'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6855389/posts/default/109425463834581221'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pruemclsutty.blogspot.com/2004/09/so-pb-and-i-have-been-trying-to-hook.html' title=''/><author><name>Prue</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05594109802429954619</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-6855389.post-109383525835078707</id><published>2004-08-29T20:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-08-29T20:13:25.236-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Forgot...</title><content type='html'>Photographer came over Thursday night to look at laptop. Before I go on.. have I mentioned how much I hate that laptop and am thinking about getting a new one, brand new, not the used one I have now. It won't ;load anything except games which is nice but I need my printer.&lt;br /&gt;Back to Photographer... the last time we went out, he paid the tab because I am poor until payday or student loan, whichever comes in first. He never calls me either, I always call him, which is fine. Anyway, he calls me Tuesday night but I missed his call I was out with the Canadian and the Red Head(yes I know a bad B movie). So he called again on Wednesday night and was all sad because I did not call him back the night before. So we talked about school and I told him about the hated computer and he said he'd come over. Before that though, he was like, "I am so thirsty...." in reference to the last time we were together. I am still poor so I gave him kool aid when he came over.&lt;br /&gt;At the house, he and I talked then he left. Roomie was like "You did not try Josephus's trick?" No, sadly not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6855389-109383525835078707?l=pruemclsutty.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pruemclsutty.blogspot.com/feeds/109383525835078707/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6855389&amp;postID=109383525835078707&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6855389/posts/default/109383525835078707'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6855389/posts/default/109383525835078707'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pruemclsutty.blogspot.com/2004/08/forgot.html' title='Forgot...'/><author><name>Prue</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05594109802429954619</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-6855389.post-109383497765304398</id><published>2004-08-29T19:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-08-29T20:02:57.653-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Freaking Out is over...</title><content type='html'>Kat and I worked things out but I will still probably keep my distance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friday was the grad student party and I had a great time hanging out with both profs and students. I drank wine, which is odd since I am a beer girl. I have found I like pink wine, although my fellow students were like drink the white, it's more sophisticated looking. I am like until you make bitter wine face. Red Head Grad Student showed up in a navy blue suit smelling oh so good.... what is it about a dressed up guy sometimes. Anyway, have decided to have boys who are friends and not boyfriends at this point in time, must focus on school.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Roomie made out with best friend this weekend, is freaking out. I don't know what to say except that I have been there (remember Army boy) and that it will work out. I still talk to army boy although it is not as much as it used to be. For her though, there was beer involved.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tonight I am trying to figure out what to eat... I think it may be grilled cheese although I would like some meat, however none in the house... I cannot wait for student loan day. May add a salad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6855389-109383497765304398?l=pruemclsutty.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pruemclsutty.blogspot.com/feeds/109383497765304398/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6855389&amp;postID=109383497765304398&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6855389/posts/default/109383497765304398'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6855389/posts/default/109383497765304398'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pruemclsutty.blogspot.com/2004/08/freaking-out-is-over.html' title='Freaking Out is over...'/><author><name>Prue</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05594109802429954619</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-6855389.post-109357157127580477</id><published>2004-08-26T18:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-08-26T18:52:51.276-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I am freaking OUT....</title><content type='html'>So school started this week and it has been so odd. Showed my grad school list to my advisor. He told me that I should take Johns Hopkins off the list because they only take ten people and it won't be me. So that has set off my I dumb brain cell, the one that won't die with the beer.&lt;br /&gt;Then my friend Kat the Brat has been very bratish lately and grilling me for not having my thesis written, not studying for the Gre, and actually having some form of a life. She studies all the time and is very devoted, however she neglects her family for school which is not cool and she doesn't understand why I am not doing the same. She is older with semi grown children. I am trying to find that happy balance between grades and life. She got huffy when I took a 30 minute nap before school on Monday and we have a discussion class on Wesnesday nights together and she wanted me to give an answer of hers for the class because "I was not participating enough." I was not prepared and that was my own damn fault and I am not about to deliver an idea that is not my own. This does not help the "I dumb" brain cell to go away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6855389-109357157127580477?l=pruemclsutty.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pruemclsutty.blogspot.com/feeds/109357157127580477/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6855389&amp;postID=109357157127580477&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6855389/posts/default/109357157127580477'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6855389/posts/default/109357157127580477'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pruemclsutty.blogspot.com/2004/08/i-am-freaking-out.html' title='I am freaking OUT....'/><author><name>Prue</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05594109802429954619</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-6855389.post-109294141430861234</id><published>2004-08-19T11:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-08-19T11:52:03.113-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Enrolled for Thesis Hours finally</title><content type='html'>And now it is all down hill from here, for a day or so.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am excited for school to start again, not quite sure why. Maybe it has to do with the fact that the only paper I will be working on will be my thesis. I made sure to take only classes that did not require a paper.&lt;br /&gt;Roomie and I will go grocery shopping for the first time Saturday. I am not used to the roomate situation, my house does not feel like my home, just a place that roomie lets me stay at. I am sure this will pass.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I was cruising the web with nothing to do at work, I came across some funny name finder websites. There is a &lt;a href="http://www.chriswetherell.com/hobbit/"&gt;hobbit name finder&lt;/a&gt;, a &lt;a href="http://www.barrowdowns.com/middleearthname.asp"&gt;middle earth name finder&lt;/a&gt;, and your &lt;a href="http://www.dutch-fun.com/porn.htm"&gt;Dutch porn name&lt;/a&gt;. My hobbit name is Pansy Brandybuck of Buckland. My Dutch porn name is Fytie Van der Pump. My middle earth name is Maikasangaiel, apparently I am the "bothersome spawn of Ungoliant." See Bella, even they think I have turned into Pais.&lt;br /&gt;&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/6855389-109294141430861234?l=pruemclsutty.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pruemclsutty.blogspot.com/feeds/109294141430861234/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6855389&amp;postID=109294141430861234&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6855389/posts/default/109294141430861234'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6855389/posts/default/109294141430861234'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pruemclsutty.blogspot.com/2004/08/enrolled-for-thesis-hours-finally.html' title='Enrolled for Thesis Hours finally'/><author><name>Prue</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05594109802429954619</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-6855389.post-109269535100354743</id><published>2004-08-16T15:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-08-16T15:29:11.003-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Weekend</title><content type='html'>Went out Saturday with the photographer. Had a great time as always and closed down the restaurant again. We just drank and ate cheesesticks. The Olympics were on and I went into the discussion of how much I love the opening ceremonies and diving, he went into a rant about how the Olympics are too commercialized and that its not about the athletes anymore. This may be true but it still does not deter me from platform diving.&lt;br /&gt;Photographer came back to apartment and hung out until 4 am. Still sadly I am afraid to make the next move because I like that we are friends and it is comfortable and I don't want to fuck things up like I always seem to do.  &lt;br /&gt;Sunday, helped move my brother's stuff. After looking like a domestic violence victim, I am done with moving, for 12 months.&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/6855389-109269535100354743?l=pruemclsutty.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pruemclsutty.blogspot.com/feeds/109269535100354743/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6855389&amp;postID=109269535100354743&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6855389/posts/default/109269535100354743'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6855389/posts/default/109269535100354743'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pruemclsutty.blogspot.com/2004/08/weekend.html' title='The Weekend'/><author><name>Prue</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05594109802429954619</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-6855389.post-109234427083825087</id><published>2004-08-12T13:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-08-12T14:01:26.156-07:00</updated><title type='text'>No Drinks with PB</title><content type='html'>PB was jet lagged so we did not get together for drinks. Sorry for the let down all. But I did talk to him for a while on Wednesday and stopped by his new office on Thursday. We talked for quite a while and before I left, I uttered the following: "Would you like to have dinner Saturday?" I KNOW. I was not drunk but on a high of spending $358 of student loan money that has yet to arrive on school books for three classes. He smiled and said since he has been gone forever, he has a lot of work to do but how about next Saturday. I said ok. Will keep you posted. Perhaps the P will drop from the name. Yeah Right.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.ebaumsworld.com/fwordflash.html"&gt;This &lt;/a&gt;is pretty funny. You don't have to wait for it to load, just press play.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6855389-109234427083825087?l=pruemclsutty.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pruemclsutty.blogspot.com/feeds/109234427083825087/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6855389&amp;postID=109234427083825087&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6855389/posts/default/109234427083825087'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6855389/posts/default/109234427083825087'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pruemclsutty.blogspot.com/2004/08/no-drinks-with-pb.html' title='No Drinks with PB'/><author><name>Prue</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05594109802429954619</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-6855389.post-109208935098092195</id><published>2004-08-09T15:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-08-09T15:09:10.980-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My Weekend</title><content type='html'>With the move, SBC has been delaying sending out the modem and wireless card so I am without the internet unless I am at work. After 300 calls to SBC, equipment is being shipped today from Texas. For now, here is the weekend update.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally finished the world's longest move. Next vehicle must be a truck so I can move my own crap. You would think by now that after helping everyone else move, I would have learned how to organize, but sadly no I have not. Although I did get a chance to rant because it was pouring down rain Sunday morning. But the rain cleared and now my crap is at my house.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Am having "drinks" with PB this week, will keep you posted.&lt;br /&gt;&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/6855389-109208935098092195?l=pruemclsutty.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pruemclsutty.blogspot.com/feeds/109208935098092195/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6855389&amp;postID=109208935098092195&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6855389/posts/default/109208935098092195'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6855389/posts/default/109208935098092195'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pruemclsutty.blogspot.com/2004/08/my-weekend.html' title='My Weekend'/><author><name>Prue</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05594109802429954619</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-6855389.post-109182740341398522</id><published>2004-08-06T14:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-08-06T14:23:23.413-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Hangover from Hell</title><content type='html'>Tuesday at my morning job working for the state, I got yelled at for being to eager at work. Apparently there is a job where being quick and efficient are not good qualities to have. Boss said I was trying to manage her when it should be her managing me. The problem is before I had this conversation with Boss, I would have nothing to do at work, so since knowing the drill (apparently not the whole drill) I began work on a monthly recurring project. I had a question about said project so I asked and got the lecture. So now, I have the green light to do homework at work and she will give me things to do. Now, my whole idea of a good employee is shot to hell.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, with my new found revelation of being a slug at work is a good quality, I went out with Roomie and Canadian Grad Student to a local bar where Red head Grad Student works as a DJ and does karaoke. Had a great time, realized I suck at pool, and got a massive hang over from Smirnoff Ice. The good thing, I only spent $3. The two boys kept Roomie and I with drinks. The good thing I did not make an ass out of myself and I did not sing karaoke.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PB will be back on Tuesday and I will actually get to live in my new home. I am considering a joke of placing a crunched up beer can under the bed. I have a professor friend who said I should add a condom wrapper. How do you think that will go over?&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/6855389-109182740341398522?l=pruemclsutty.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pruemclsutty.blogspot.com/feeds/109182740341398522/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6855389&amp;postID=109182740341398522&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6855389/posts/default/109182740341398522'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6855389/posts/default/109182740341398522'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pruemclsutty.blogspot.com/2004/08/hangover-from-hell.html' title='The Hangover from Hell'/><author><name>Prue</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05594109802429954619</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>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6855389.post-109157047242819421</id><published>2004-08-03T14:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-08-03T15:01:12.426-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I've graduated from the Bella School of Home Improvement</title><content type='html'>I am still at the summer estate as PB is away for the summer. Yes, he left again to tour the inner workings of the Midwest in the delightful state of Ohio. Anyway, I broke the garbage disposal. How you ask, I left it on while I was gone to work. I don't know how, so do not ask. Anyway, Bella has had some experience with repairing garbage disposals so I called her in a panic and Bella saved the day. Now the garbage disposal works and does not smell so props to Bella for tutoring me in home improvement. Now, lets see what else I can break. Thanks Bella!!!&lt;br /&gt;&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/6855389-109157047242819421?l=pruemclsutty.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pruemclsutty.blogspot.com/feeds/109157047242819421/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6855389&amp;postID=109157047242819421&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6855389/posts/default/109157047242819421'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6855389/posts/default/109157047242819421'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pruemclsutty.blogspot.com/2004/08/ive-graduated-from-bella-school-of.html' title='I&apos;ve graduated from the Bella School of Home Improvement'/><author><name>Prue</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05594109802429954619</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-6855389.post-109148051008228211</id><published>2004-08-02T14:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-08-02T14:15:41.296-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Almost a week update</title><content type='html'>Ok, so here is the update for the week....&lt;br /&gt;When I last left you, I had ended the semester and was going to have dinner with friends in celebration of the end of the semester and was sleeping a lot since I had done the "Oh My God, I have to get this paper done," all nighter. The sleep schedule is still off but is getting back on, slowly. I have been late to work three times because I have overslept, working at 8:00am sucks but I did it from January to May without any problems.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dinner was great. I went with two classmates of mine, Red Head Grad Student and Canadian Grad Student who I have mentioned before as just grad student. I have a bit of a crush on the Red Head but I did not let that stand in the way of drinking heavily and eating lots of food. We had a great time and the Canadian, also drunk told me I was the most brilliant girl he has ever known, then ended the sentence with "do you know what I mean?" He was drunk but I think I knew what he meant. It is an awfully nice comment.&lt;br /&gt;The Red Head and I flirted all evening but in the end nothing. We had a great time just as friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All the not sleeping worked and my GPA is awesome I tell you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have been moving all my crap now that the semester is over. I am extremely stiff today and am fighting the urge to call LG. Even though he was a complete jackass, he did give an excellent massage. Another thing, is now that I have free time, I realize how lonely and quiet the house is, so again, fighting the urge to call LG. The Photographer is not done with his semester yet, may just wait to call him instead. &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6855389-109148051008228211?l=pruemclsutty.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pruemclsutty.blogspot.com/feeds/109148051008228211/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6855389&amp;postID=109148051008228211&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6855389/posts/default/109148051008228211'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6855389/posts/default/109148051008228211'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pruemclsutty.blogspot.com/2004/08/almost-week-update.html' title='Almost a week update'/><author><name>Prue</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05594109802429954619</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-6855389.post-109106498777799819</id><published>2004-07-28T18:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-07-28T18:36:27.776-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The semester is over!!!</title><content type='html'>Free at last, well for a month anyway.&amp;nbsp; I took my last final today and now will begin on the list of things to do which is talk to Bella and Josephus a lot, study for the GRE (ack) work on thesis, pick the next school, work, and maybe drink occasionally.&amp;nbsp; Perhaps I will get over my passive aggressiveness and something will happen with PB, Josephus, but I don't know. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow will go out with friends top celebrate the end of the semester.&amp;nbsp; Tonight will sleep forever. &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/6855389-109106498777799819?l=pruemclsutty.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pruemclsutty.blogspot.com/feeds/109106498777799819/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6855389&amp;postID=109106498777799819&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6855389/posts/default/109106498777799819'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6855389/posts/default/109106498777799819'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pruemclsutty.blogspot.com/2004/07/semester-is-over.html' title='The semester is over!!!'/><author><name>Prue</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05594109802429954619</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-6855389.post-109070929055362407</id><published>2004-07-24T15:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-07-24T15:48:10.553-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My New Home</title><content type='html'>My new home is great.&amp;nbsp; It is spacious and quiet.&amp;nbsp; Roomie and I have rooms on the opposite end of the apartment, which is nice because we can run off if we need to.&amp;nbsp; I Lived there for three days this week but am now back at the Summer Estate for two weeks.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PB came back from his tour of Europe.&amp;nbsp; was great to have him home and it was great for him to be home.&amp;nbsp;He bought me some souvenirs back among them was this very pretty blue print tote bag&amp;nbsp;with a matching&amp;nbsp;wallet type thing for your credit cards and such.&amp;nbsp;he has left again to go see his mom for a couple&amp;nbsp;of weeks. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The semester is winding down and I have two tests next week and then&amp;nbsp;its over until August.&amp;nbsp; Some classmates&amp;nbsp;and&amp;nbsp;I have planned a&amp;nbsp;Thank God Its over get together on Thursday so that will be fun.&amp;nbsp; I pulled three alnighters to get&amp;nbsp;a paper and two bookrevies done.&amp;nbsp; I always do this, muststop.&amp;nbsp; Bella asked me why and the only thing I can think of is that&amp;nbsp;I am lazy and it has worked for me in the past getting me the grade I want.&amp;nbsp; must do more soul searching.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &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/6855389-109070929055362407?l=pruemclsutty.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pruemclsutty.blogspot.com/feeds/109070929055362407/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6855389&amp;postID=109070929055362407&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6855389/posts/default/109070929055362407'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6855389/posts/default/109070929055362407'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pruemclsutty.blogspot.com/2004/07/my-new-home.html' title='My New Home'/><author><name>Prue</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05594109802429954619</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-6855389.post-109019556318398230</id><published>2004-07-18T16:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-07-18T17:06:03.183-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Night with Photographer </title><content type='html'>So I got a new&amp;nbsp;laptop and the photographer also dabbles in computers so I asked him to look at my laptop.&amp;nbsp; We always have a good time and talk about everything.&amp;nbsp; I have only met&amp;nbsp;three other people in the world that I can talk to for hours on end about nothing and then talk&amp;nbsp;again the next day as if we have not seen each other in a while.&amp;nbsp; And no Bella, I did not look at his "laptop." Not sure how to approach subject with people who I am on a friendly basis with, except when I am drunk.&amp;nbsp; Complete strangers, I am getting better with.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp; &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/6855389-109019556318398230?l=pruemclsutty.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pruemclsutty.blogspot.com/feeds/109019556318398230/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6855389&amp;postID=109019556318398230&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6855389/posts/default/109019556318398230'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6855389/posts/default/109019556318398230'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pruemclsutty.blogspot.com/2004/07/night-with-photographer.html' title='Night with Photographer '/><author><name>Prue</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05594109802429954619</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-6855389.post-109010595194736288</id><published>2004-07-17T15:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-07-17T16:12:31.946-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>PB called today and was glad to hear from him.&amp;nbsp; We talked for about thirty minutes.&amp;nbsp; I finally asked about his mom, he gave me the opening so I took it.&amp;nbsp; He asked me how much I knew and filled in the rest.&amp;nbsp; She has pneumonia but is in early stages so antibiotics are just needed.&amp;nbsp; Then back to his trip.&amp;nbsp; Having a good time but can't wait to be home.&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;I got my hair cut yesterday and it was SO bad.&amp;nbsp; It is very short and cute in the back but I think I look like a boy which is not good.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;I am addicted to the I love the 90s and Celebrity A to Z on VH1.&amp;nbsp; Today I saw 1991 with Rico Suave and color Me Badd, which I thought were so cool in 1991.&amp;nbsp; they also talked about the slap bracelets, one commentator said they were made for pre teen pre bondage. Must ask Bella if she had one. &lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;Going&amp;nbsp; out with the photographer tonight and have not called the LG back, will never call LG back.&amp;nbsp; Josephus is having a crisis with his work and his belief system.&amp;nbsp; I say look for new employment immediately because, eww your boss is gross.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&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/6855389-109010595194736288?l=pruemclsutty.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pruemclsutty.blogspot.com/feeds/109010595194736288/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6855389&amp;postID=109010595194736288&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6855389/posts/default/109010595194736288'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6855389/posts/default/109010595194736288'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pruemclsutty.blogspot.com/2004/07/pb-called-today-and-was-glad-to-hear.html' title=''/><author><name>Prue</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05594109802429954619</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-6855389.post-108985740750724875</id><published>2004-07-14T19:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-07-14T19:12:16.440-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The weirdness continues...</title><content type='html'>So I am at work, at the night job when right as I am leaving, the phone rings at the desk.  I debate on not answering it but from fear it will be my boss, I go ahead and pick up the phone, and Library GUy is on the other end! Here is the conversation....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: Reference Desk&lt;br /&gt;LG: Hi, is this Prue?&lt;br /&gt;Me: This is she.&lt;br /&gt;LG: Why haven't you called me back?&lt;br /&gt;Me: Who is this?&lt;br /&gt;LG: This is Library Guy. What you don't recognize my voice now?&lt;br /&gt;Me: No.&lt;br /&gt;LG: What have you been doing?&lt;br /&gt;Me: I am getting off work and very busy.  Must go.&lt;br /&gt;LG: Okay, well call me later.&lt;br /&gt;Me: Ok (in my head, yeah, ok, whatever)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How fucking weird is that?&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/6855389-108985740750724875?l=pruemclsutty.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pruemclsutty.blogspot.com/feeds/108985740750724875/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6855389&amp;postID=108985740750724875&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6855389/posts/default/108985740750724875'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6855389/posts/default/108985740750724875'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pruemclsutty.blogspot.com/2004/07/weirdness-continues.html' title='The weirdness continues...'/><author><name>Prue</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05594109802429954619</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-6855389.post-108976361863523296</id><published>2004-07-13T16:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-07-13T17:17:55.446-07:00</updated><title type='text'>They call me Tater Salad....</title><content type='html'>Have you seen that comedian Ron White? He is so funny.  I saw him on that Blue Collar comedy tour, hilarious. The tater salad joke is the best. Although I am not a big fan of Larry the Cable Guy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The fam came to the Summer Estate Sunday to meet Future Roomie (FR) and liked her, so that is good.  I would initiate conversation with FR so that the fam could get to know her and jump in on conversation.  Mom freaked out saying I was ignoring everyone else.  Is this not how you introduce some one new into a group where the new person only knows one person?  Must get better at this whole entertaining more than 4 people thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A friend at school has decided to set me up on a blind date with a guy that works at Barnes and Noble (who will be referred to as BN Guy). I have three issues, yes I know, only three today: 1) what if he doesn't like me because I am fat? 2) do I have time to date or go on a date right now? 3) What about PB? PB is coming home in a week and conversations with him just get longer with the I miss you undertone (or I could be totally way reading too much into this). I have BN guy's e-mail and have not sent him anything yet. Ack. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In other news, made an 87 on my second American history test, not bad for studying the night before.  Could do so much better.  I also called the Photographer.  He has been superbusy but we talked for like two hours about our summer and politics.  &lt;br /&gt;   &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6855389-108976361863523296?l=pruemclsutty.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pruemclsutty.blogspot.com/feeds/108976361863523296/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6855389&amp;postID=108976361863523296&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6855389/posts/default/108976361863523296'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6855389/posts/default/108976361863523296'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pruemclsutty.blogspot.com/2004/07/they-call-me-tater-salad.html' title='They call me Tater Salad....'/><author><name>Prue</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05594109802429954619</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-6855389.post-108943868984887199</id><published>2004-07-09T22:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-07-09T23:07:05.956-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The awkward Situation is Trumped</title><content type='html'>Okay, so Bella tells me that my "archnemisis" is coming to teach at my school, this would be previous friend described that Tattoo Boy wanted me to call.  She is like Doc Oc to my spiderman (which is odd, since I am an arachnaphobe).  Bella thinks I am mad at her but I am so glad for the heads up.  Cannot wait for all details, will keep you posted.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In other news, Future Roomie and I have found an apartment, signed a lease and everything.  Yeah!!! For those of you who know my previous living arrangements, yes, hell indeed has frozen over and apparently I made Bella $20, glad I could help:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Josephus's mom is not coping well with the recent deaths of her mother and mother in law. I totally understand, even though they had lived long, full lives, it is hard to loose a parent.  From experience, and to depend on a cliche, time does heal all wounds, but it is one hell of a long time.  Hang in there.  Josephus's mom wants he and her brother to be better friends, it just so that she fears they will be alone after she's gone.  it's a mom thing.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bella talked about a friend of ours who discussed a time machine so that she could go back in time to change things.  I wished their was one too, I have made very bad mistakes in the past that I am still quite ashamed of.  I have tried my best to make amends and move on, I know that has helped a little, and I am so grateful for the things I have in my life right now, with my family and friends. I would go back in time and make myself keep my mouth shut, have better relations with my mom and my friends, and talk to my dad one more time.  &lt;br /&gt; &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6855389-108943868984887199?l=pruemclsutty.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pruemclsutty.blogspot.com/feeds/108943868984887199/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6855389&amp;postID=108943868984887199&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6855389/posts/default/108943868984887199'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6855389/posts/default/108943868984887199'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pruemclsutty.blogspot.com/2004/07/awkward-situation-is-trumped.html' title='The awkward Situation is Trumped'/><author><name>Prue</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05594109802429954619</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-6855389.post-108924689279054371</id><published>2004-07-07T17:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-07-07T17:34:52.790-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Awkward Situation</title><content type='html'>Okay, so PB's mom is sick and he has not told me.  I found out from his mother when she called me to tell me she was going to the hospital today and would call me when she got out.  So PB has not said a word to me about the situation so now I am stuck with the "Should I say something or not?"issue.  He is very guarded about personal information.  And we are just friends right now anyway, although he said he can't wait to see me, nice eh.  I think I may something like, I talked to your mom yesterday.....and see where that gets me.  His mom did not sound too worried about the whole thing, I of course would be freaking out.  They talked a long time about the situation and she had PB stay in Europe.  I hope all will be okay.  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6855389-108924689279054371?l=pruemclsutty.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pruemclsutty.blogspot.com/feeds/108924689279054371/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6855389&amp;postID=108924689279054371&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6855389/posts/default/108924689279054371'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6855389/posts/default/108924689279054371'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pruemclsutty.blogspot.com/2004/07/awkward-situation.html' title='The Awkward Situation'/><author><name>Prue</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05594109802429954619</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>
