<?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-7681367852210791231</id><updated>2012-02-16T07:43:16.884-05:00</updated><title type='text'>A Lesson In Semantics</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alessoninsemantics.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7681367852210791231/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alessoninsemantics.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Justine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06171128400934665367</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BtBNC6tEAd8/SYuxikwXNKI/AAAAAAAAAdI/sUri72boL_c/S220/CIMG5079.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>26</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7681367852210791231.post-783838892636806871</id><published>2009-04-14T15:16:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-04-14T15:18:09.238-04:00</updated><title type='text'>forty-seven degrees fahrenheit</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;" class="hw"&gt;labile&lt;/span&gt; \LAY-byl\, &lt;i&gt;adjective&lt;/i&gt;:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;!-- wotd="labile" --&gt; &lt;b&gt;1.&lt;/b&gt; Open to change; apt or likely to change; adaptable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;2.&lt;/b&gt; Constantly or readily undergoing chemical, physical, or biological change or breakdown; unstable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This sounds like something used on House. In fact, it probably has been.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can a person be labile? I'd like to be open to change. I'd like to be adaptable.&lt;br /&gt;I'd like change in my life. Maybe I need to be the one to make the change.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...and as much as I'd hate to say it, I think to change my life I'd have to cut concerts out of it.&lt;br /&gt;It's all bullshit now anyway.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7681367852210791231-783838892636806871?l=alessoninsemantics.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alessoninsemantics.blogspot.com/feeds/783838892636806871/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://alessoninsemantics.blogspot.com/2009/04/forty-seven-degrees-fahrenheit.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7681367852210791231/posts/default/783838892636806871'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7681367852210791231/posts/default/783838892636806871'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alessoninsemantics.blogspot.com/2009/04/forty-seven-degrees-fahrenheit.html' title='forty-seven degrees fahrenheit'/><author><name>Justine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06171128400934665367</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BtBNC6tEAd8/SYuxikwXNKI/AAAAAAAAAdI/sUri72boL_c/S220/CIMG5079.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7681367852210791231.post-7656247738330159218</id><published>2009-04-13T23:30:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-04-14T00:33:23.985-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Yes, yes I know. I'm bad at this.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;" class="hw"&gt;susurrus&lt;/span&gt; \su-SUHR-uhs\, &lt;i&gt;noun&lt;/i&gt;:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;!-- wotd="susurrus" --&gt; A whispering or rustling sound; a murmur.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;definitely&lt;/span&gt; something my roommate knows nothing about.&lt;br /&gt;Every day, I swear, I come home to her yelling into her phone about one thing or another. OR she comes home yelling into her phone about one thing or another!&lt;br /&gt;It. Never. Ends!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Honestly, who is she talking to at 3 in the afternoon til 2 in the morning? WHOEVER IT IS, PLEASE FUCK OFF AND DIE.&lt;br /&gt;Though not really because death is sad...so at the very least, stop answering her calls.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't wait until she moves out. THEN the memory of her voice will be nothing but a susurrus.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7681367852210791231-7656247738330159218?l=alessoninsemantics.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alessoninsemantics.blogspot.com/feeds/7656247738330159218/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://alessoninsemantics.blogspot.com/2009/04/yes-yes-i-know-im-bad-at-this.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7681367852210791231/posts/default/7656247738330159218'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7681367852210791231/posts/default/7656247738330159218'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alessoninsemantics.blogspot.com/2009/04/yes-yes-i-know-im-bad-at-this.html' title='Yes, yes I know. I&apos;m bad at this.'/><author><name>Justine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06171128400934665367</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BtBNC6tEAd8/SYuxikwXNKI/AAAAAAAAAdI/sUri72boL_c/S220/CIMG5079.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7681367852210791231.post-6249241407351957741</id><published>2009-03-15T08:19:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2009-03-15T08:20:27.008-04:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm bad at this.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;" class="hw"&gt;scintilla&lt;/span&gt; \sin-TIL-uh\, &lt;i&gt;noun&lt;/i&gt;:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;!-- wotd="scintilla" --&gt; A tiny or scarcely detectable amount; the slightest particle; a trace; a spark.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Interesting. I don't believe I've heard this word in years.&lt;br /&gt;And to be quite honest, the first thing I thought of when I saw it was "chinchilla." NO IDEA WHY.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ugh I should not be awake at this hour.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7681367852210791231-6249241407351957741?l=alessoninsemantics.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alessoninsemantics.blogspot.com/feeds/6249241407351957741/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://alessoninsemantics.blogspot.com/2009/03/im-bad-at-this.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7681367852210791231/posts/default/6249241407351957741'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7681367852210791231/posts/default/6249241407351957741'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alessoninsemantics.blogspot.com/2009/03/im-bad-at-this.html' title='I&apos;m bad at this.'/><author><name>Justine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06171128400934665367</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BtBNC6tEAd8/SYuxikwXNKI/AAAAAAAAAdI/sUri72boL_c/S220/CIMG5079.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7681367852210791231.post-9175821858701634003</id><published>2009-03-06T11:05:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2009-03-06T11:07:08.623-05:00</updated><title type='text'>fifty-five degress fahrenheit</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;" class="hw"&gt;martial&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;\MAHR-shuhl\, &lt;i&gt;adjective&lt;/i&gt;:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;!-- wotd="martial" --&gt; suitable or used for war; warlike&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Interesting. Two days in a row VIOLENT words.&lt;br /&gt;I'm not that much of a violent person, am I?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...don't answer that.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7681367852210791231-9175821858701634003?l=alessoninsemantics.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alessoninsemantics.blogspot.com/feeds/9175821858701634003/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://alessoninsemantics.blogspot.com/2009/03/fifty-five-degress-fahrenheit.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7681367852210791231/posts/default/9175821858701634003'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7681367852210791231/posts/default/9175821858701634003'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alessoninsemantics.blogspot.com/2009/03/fifty-five-degress-fahrenheit.html' title='fifty-five degress fahrenheit'/><author><name>Justine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06171128400934665367</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BtBNC6tEAd8/SYuxikwXNKI/AAAAAAAAAdI/sUri72boL_c/S220/CIMG5079.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7681367852210791231.post-5050585906550669052</id><published>2009-03-05T11:03:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-03-06T11:05:34.803-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Late, again.</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;" class="hw"&gt;parry&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;\PAR-ee\, &lt;i&gt;verb, noun&lt;/i&gt;:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;!-- wotd="parry" --&gt; &lt;b&gt;1.&lt;/b&gt; to ward off; turn aside (as a thrust or weapon) &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt; &lt;i&gt;noun&lt;/i&gt;:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;1.&lt;/b&gt; the act of warding off&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Hmm. I don't know that I can think of anything pertaining to this.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Oh...wait. Maybe the ring I started wearing on &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" &gt;that&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; finger. Everyone kept asking if my boyfriend gave it to me but I made it during senior year in Studio Art.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I just like wearing it on that finger because it's fun to see the double-takes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7681367852210791231-5050585906550669052?l=alessoninsemantics.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alessoninsemantics.blogspot.com/feeds/5050585906550669052/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://alessoninsemantics.blogspot.com/2009/03/late-again.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7681367852210791231/posts/default/5050585906550669052'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7681367852210791231/posts/default/5050585906550669052'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alessoninsemantics.blogspot.com/2009/03/late-again.html' title='Late, again.'/><author><name>Justine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06171128400934665367</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BtBNC6tEAd8/SYuxikwXNKI/AAAAAAAAAdI/sUri72boL_c/S220/CIMG5079.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7681367852210791231.post-5733923246774935703</id><published>2009-03-04T11:09:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2009-03-04T11:11:32.420-05:00</updated><title type='text'>twenty-four degrees fahrenheit</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;" class="hw"&gt;temerity&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;\tuh-MER-uh-tee\, &lt;i&gt;noun&lt;/i&gt;:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;!-- wotd="temerity" --&gt; Unreasonable or foolhardy contempt of danger; rashness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;...what do I do that isn't inspired by a foolhardy contempt of danger?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm reckless as hell.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Most recent example: running a red light in Bumfuck, Ontario.&lt;br /&gt;Nearly killed Ciara in the process since another car was actually using the intersection correctly.&lt;br /&gt;Whoops?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7681367852210791231-5733923246774935703?l=alessoninsemantics.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alessoninsemantics.blogspot.com/feeds/5733923246774935703/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://alessoninsemantics.blogspot.com/2009/03/twenty-four-degrees-fahrenheit.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7681367852210791231/posts/default/5733923246774935703'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7681367852210791231/posts/default/5733923246774935703'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alessoninsemantics.blogspot.com/2009/03/twenty-four-degrees-fahrenheit.html' title='twenty-four degrees fahrenheit'/><author><name>Justine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06171128400934665367</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BtBNC6tEAd8/SYuxikwXNKI/AAAAAAAAAdI/sUri72boL_c/S220/CIMG5079.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7681367852210791231.post-8733359778042314190</id><published>2009-03-03T17:05:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-03-03T17:08:12.180-05:00</updated><title type='text'>twenty-six degrees fahrenheit</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;" class="hw"&gt;acute&lt;/span&gt; \uh-KYOOT\, &lt;i&gt;adjective&lt;/i&gt;:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;!-- wotd="acute" --&gt; &lt;b&gt;1.&lt;/b&gt; acting keenly on the senses; sharp&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;2.&lt;/b&gt; quick in discernment; drawing fine distinctions&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;3.&lt;/b&gt; of an angle, less than 90 degrees&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;4.&lt;/b&gt; happening quickly, briefly, and severely&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I am far from acute. I miss everything all the time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Though I can't lie, the first thing I thought of was "a cute" and that just made me think of how many times I've been called "cute" in the last two weeks. I'm such a dork.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7681367852210791231-8733359778042314190?l=alessoninsemantics.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alessoninsemantics.blogspot.com/feeds/8733359778042314190/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://alessoninsemantics.blogspot.com/2009/03/twenty-six-degrees-fahrenheit.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7681367852210791231/posts/default/8733359778042314190'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7681367852210791231/posts/default/8733359778042314190'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alessoninsemantics.blogspot.com/2009/03/twenty-six-degrees-fahrenheit.html' title='twenty-six degrees fahrenheit'/><author><name>Justine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06171128400934665367</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BtBNC6tEAd8/SYuxikwXNKI/AAAAAAAAAdI/sUri72boL_c/S220/CIMG5079.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7681367852210791231.post-377653803713881360</id><published>2009-03-02T10:52:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-03-02T10:53:46.062-05:00</updated><title type='text'>twelve degrees fahrenheit</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;" class="hw"&gt;sanguine&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;\SANG-gwin\, &lt;i&gt;adjective, noun&lt;/i&gt;;&lt;br /&gt;Also used as a noun, red iron-oxide crayon used in making drawings:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;!-- wotd="sanguine" --&gt; &lt;b&gt;1.&lt;/b&gt; cheerfully optimistic, hopeful, or confident&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;2.&lt;/b&gt; reddish; ruddy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;3.&lt;/b&gt; (in old physiology) having blood as the predominating humor and consequently being ruddy-faced, cheerful, etc.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;4.&lt;/b&gt; blood-red; red&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;5.&lt;/b&gt; &lt;i&gt;Heraldry&lt;/i&gt;. a reddish-purple tincture.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I would hope that most of the time I'm cheerfully optimistic.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Actually, that's a bit of a lie. I'm a horrible pessimist.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7681367852210791231-377653803713881360?l=alessoninsemantics.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alessoninsemantics.blogspot.com/feeds/377653803713881360/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://alessoninsemantics.blogspot.com/2009/03/twelve-degrees-fahrenheit.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7681367852210791231/posts/default/377653803713881360'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7681367852210791231/posts/default/377653803713881360'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alessoninsemantics.blogspot.com/2009/03/twelve-degrees-fahrenheit.html' title='twelve degrees fahrenheit'/><author><name>Justine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06171128400934665367</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BtBNC6tEAd8/SYuxikwXNKI/AAAAAAAAAdI/sUri72boL_c/S220/CIMG5079.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7681367852210791231.post-1946138017700099669</id><published>2009-03-01T10:46:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2009-03-02T10:48:17.601-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Whoops.</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;" class="hw"&gt;lampoon&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;\lam-POON\, &lt;i&gt;noun, verb&lt;/i&gt;:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;!-- wotd="lampoon" --&gt; &lt;b&gt;1.&lt;/b&gt; a composition that imitates or misrepresents someone's style, usually in a humorous way&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;2.&lt;/b&gt; a light, good-humored satire&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;i&gt;verb&lt;/i&gt;:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;1.&lt;/b&gt; ridicule with satire&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;This seems like all me and my friends ever do.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Like when Tiffany, Ciara and I were chilling in Starbucks with Neil from Kiros. We all were badmouthing his band because we could. Because we love them enough to do so.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7681367852210791231-1946138017700099669?l=alessoninsemantics.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alessoninsemantics.blogspot.com/feeds/1946138017700099669/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://alessoninsemantics.blogspot.com/2009/03/whoops.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7681367852210791231/posts/default/1946138017700099669'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7681367852210791231/posts/default/1946138017700099669'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alessoninsemantics.blogspot.com/2009/03/whoops.html' title='Whoops.'/><author><name>Justine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06171128400934665367</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BtBNC6tEAd8/SYuxikwXNKI/AAAAAAAAAdI/sUri72boL_c/S220/CIMG5079.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7681367852210791231.post-8711183462421733946</id><published>2009-02-28T10:50:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2009-03-02T10:51:20.362-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Not nearly on time.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;" class="hw"&gt;pedant&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;\PED-nt\, &lt;i&gt;noun&lt;/i&gt;:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;!-- wotd="pedant" --&gt; a person who makes a show of detailed knowledge, esp. relying on books; also, a narrow-minded teacher or scholar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I'm sure I know a lot of pedants.&lt;br /&gt;Practically everyone in college is a pedant.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm probably one of them most of the time. Woe is me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7681367852210791231-8711183462421733946?l=alessoninsemantics.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alessoninsemantics.blogspot.com/feeds/8711183462421733946/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://alessoninsemantics.blogspot.com/2009/03/not-nearly-on-time.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7681367852210791231/posts/default/8711183462421733946'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7681367852210791231/posts/default/8711183462421733946'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alessoninsemantics.blogspot.com/2009/03/not-nearly-on-time.html' title='Not nearly on time.'/><author><name>Justine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06171128400934665367</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BtBNC6tEAd8/SYuxikwXNKI/AAAAAAAAAdI/sUri72boL_c/S220/CIMG5079.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7681367852210791231.post-1801647619386811192</id><published>2009-02-27T10:49:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2009-03-02T10:49:56.408-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Missed it again.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;" class="hw"&gt;hidebound&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;\HAHYD-bound\, &lt;i&gt;adjective&lt;/i&gt;:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;!-- wotd="hidebound" --&gt; narrow-minded and stubborn&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I may not be narrow-minded, but I am sure as hell stubborn.&lt;br /&gt;What's a girl to do?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7681367852210791231-1801647619386811192?l=alessoninsemantics.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alessoninsemantics.blogspot.com/feeds/1801647619386811192/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://alessoninsemantics.blogspot.com/2009/02/missed-it-again.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7681367852210791231/posts/default/1801647619386811192'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7681367852210791231/posts/default/1801647619386811192'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alessoninsemantics.blogspot.com/2009/02/missed-it-again.html' title='Missed it again.'/><author><name>Justine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06171128400934665367</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BtBNC6tEAd8/SYuxikwXNKI/AAAAAAAAAdI/sUri72boL_c/S220/CIMG5079.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7681367852210791231.post-1081708256506147865</id><published>2009-02-26T14:52:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-02-26T14:53:43.141-05:00</updated><title type='text'>forty-eight degrees fahrenheit</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;" class="hw"&gt;declaim&lt;/span&gt; \di-KLEYM\, &lt;i&gt;verb&lt;/i&gt;:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;!-- wotd="declaim" --&gt; to orate; to speak in a loud and emotional manner&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I think it's safe to say that I have a serious fear of public speaking, aka I do not like to declaim.&lt;br /&gt;I don't know why, I just get super, super nervous every time I have to speak in class and other situations like that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But if I'm at a concert or around friends, I &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;never&lt;/span&gt; shut up.&lt;br /&gt;What the hell?!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7681367852210791231-1081708256506147865?l=alessoninsemantics.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alessoninsemantics.blogspot.com/feeds/1081708256506147865/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://alessoninsemantics.blogspot.com/2009/02/forty-eight-degrees-fahrenheit.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7681367852210791231/posts/default/1081708256506147865'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7681367852210791231/posts/default/1081708256506147865'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alessoninsemantics.blogspot.com/2009/02/forty-eight-degrees-fahrenheit.html' title='forty-eight degrees fahrenheit'/><author><name>Justine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06171128400934665367</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BtBNC6tEAd8/SYuxikwXNKI/AAAAAAAAAdI/sUri72boL_c/S220/CIMG5079.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7681367852210791231.post-316855391774891307</id><published>2009-02-25T20:40:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-02-25T20:41:12.937-05:00</updated><title type='text'>thirty-five degrees fahrenheit</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;" class="hw"&gt;openhanded&lt;/span&gt; \OH-puhn-HAN-did\, &lt;i&gt;adjective&lt;/i&gt;:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;!-- wotd="openhanded" --&gt; &lt;b&gt;1.&lt;/b&gt; giving freely; generous&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;2.&lt;/b&gt; done with an open hand&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Hmm...I don't know of any openhanded gestures I've done lately.&lt;br /&gt;I thought about washing all the dishes in the sink earlier...but I've done that like 4 times now and nobody seems to notice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who knows. People are lame.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7681367852210791231-316855391774891307?l=alessoninsemantics.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alessoninsemantics.blogspot.com/feeds/316855391774891307/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://alessoninsemantics.blogspot.com/2009/02/thirty-five-degrees-fahrenheit.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7681367852210791231/posts/default/316855391774891307'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7681367852210791231/posts/default/316855391774891307'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alessoninsemantics.blogspot.com/2009/02/thirty-five-degrees-fahrenheit.html' title='thirty-five degrees fahrenheit'/><author><name>Justine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06171128400934665367</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BtBNC6tEAd8/SYuxikwXNKI/AAAAAAAAAdI/sUri72boL_c/S220/CIMG5079.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7681367852210791231.post-2892989901408676428</id><published>2009-02-24T20:19:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2009-02-24T20:21:11.975-05:00</updated><title type='text'>thirty-three degrees fahrenheit</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;" class="hw"&gt;peculate&lt;/span&gt; \PEK-yuh-leyt\, &lt;i&gt;verb&lt;/i&gt;:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;!-- wotd="peculate" --&gt; to steal money or goods entrusted to one; embezzle&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Hmm. I haven't stolen money from anyone in a while.&lt;br /&gt;...that sounds bad. Oh well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know if this counts, but today I went back to CowPok and they're the place that gave me my lip ring for free without knowing it.&lt;br /&gt;I love that place so much that I don't even care that I technically stole a piercing.&lt;br /&gt;It can't be my fault! They're the ones who forgot to charge me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7681367852210791231-2892989901408676428?l=alessoninsemantics.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alessoninsemantics.blogspot.com/feeds/2892989901408676428/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://alessoninsemantics.blogspot.com/2009/02/peculate-pek-yuh-leyt-verb-to-steal.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7681367852210791231/posts/default/2892989901408676428'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7681367852210791231/posts/default/2892989901408676428'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alessoninsemantics.blogspot.com/2009/02/peculate-pek-yuh-leyt-verb-to-steal.html' title='thirty-three degrees fahrenheit'/><author><name>Justine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06171128400934665367</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BtBNC6tEAd8/SYuxikwXNKI/AAAAAAAAAdI/sUri72boL_c/S220/CIMG5079.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7681367852210791231.post-2214899217083353936</id><published>2009-02-23T17:37:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-02-23T17:38:37.767-05:00</updated><title type='text'>thirty-one degrees fahrenheit</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;" class="hw"&gt;beseech&lt;/span&gt; \bi-SEECH\, &lt;i&gt;verb&lt;/i&gt;;&lt;br /&gt;beseech, besought or beseeched, beseeching:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;!-- wotd="beseech" --&gt; to ask earnestly; implore&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;That reminds me. I need to beseech two of my professors to let me take my finals early.&lt;br /&gt;Blehhh I keep avoiding it. I'm such a slacker.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At least it's not my Philosophy professor. I think I'd flip shit on him if he didn't let me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7681367852210791231-2214899217083353936?l=alessoninsemantics.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alessoninsemantics.blogspot.com/feeds/2214899217083353936/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://alessoninsemantics.blogspot.com/2009/02/thirty-one-degrees-fahrenheit.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7681367852210791231/posts/default/2214899217083353936'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7681367852210791231/posts/default/2214899217083353936'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alessoninsemantics.blogspot.com/2009/02/thirty-one-degrees-fahrenheit.html' title='thirty-one degrees fahrenheit'/><author><name>Justine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06171128400934665367</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BtBNC6tEAd8/SYuxikwXNKI/AAAAAAAAAdI/sUri72boL_c/S220/CIMG5079.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7681367852210791231.post-171140477092524876</id><published>2009-02-22T13:48:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-02-22T13:53:53.842-05:00</updated><title type='text'>it can't possibly be forty-one degrees fahrenheit</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;" class="hw"&gt;nocuous&lt;/span&gt; \NOK-yoo-uhs\, &lt;i&gt;adjective&lt;/i&gt;:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;!-- wotd="nocuous" --&gt; very hurtful; noxious&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I'm quite happy to say that there are very few nocuous things in my life.&lt;br /&gt;The only thing at the moment that I can think of would be my past experiences with the opposite sex. Yikes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A very, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;very&lt;/span&gt; nocuous 2 1/2 year relationship I definitely could've gone without.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway! Recovering from this weekend should be a fun task today.&lt;br /&gt;While "studying" for my Philosophy exam. Bleh.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7681367852210791231-171140477092524876?l=alessoninsemantics.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alessoninsemantics.blogspot.com/feeds/171140477092524876/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://alessoninsemantics.blogspot.com/2009/02/it-cant-possibly-be-forty-one-degrees.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7681367852210791231/posts/default/171140477092524876'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7681367852210791231/posts/default/171140477092524876'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alessoninsemantics.blogspot.com/2009/02/it-cant-possibly-be-forty-one-degrees.html' title='it can&apos;t possibly be forty-one degrees fahrenheit'/><author><name>Justine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06171128400934665367</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BtBNC6tEAd8/SYuxikwXNKI/AAAAAAAAAdI/sUri72boL_c/S220/CIMG5079.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7681367852210791231.post-7452742069608329480</id><published>2009-02-21T13:49:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2009-02-22T13:52:18.097-05:00</updated><title type='text'>CHEATING BUT OH WELL.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;" class="hw"&gt;hermetic&lt;/span&gt; \hur-MET-ik\, &lt;i&gt;adjective&lt;/i&gt;:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;!-- wotd="hermetic" --&gt; &lt;b&gt;1.&lt;/b&gt; closed tightly; airtight&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;2.&lt;/b&gt; obscure; magical&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I wasn't going to post this since I missed the day, but when I looked up the word I couldn't let it go by.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't really know what to say about hermetic, but just the fact that it means both "airtight" and "obscure" is just so fuckin' cool.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7681367852210791231-7452742069608329480?l=alessoninsemantics.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alessoninsemantics.blogspot.com/feeds/7452742069608329480/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://alessoninsemantics.blogspot.com/2009/02/cheating-but-oh-well.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7681367852210791231/posts/default/7452742069608329480'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7681367852210791231/posts/default/7452742069608329480'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alessoninsemantics.blogspot.com/2009/02/cheating-but-oh-well.html' title='CHEATING BUT OH WELL.'/><author><name>Justine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06171128400934665367</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BtBNC6tEAd8/SYuxikwXNKI/AAAAAAAAAdI/sUri72boL_c/S220/CIMG5079.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7681367852210791231.post-5639717001993883677</id><published>2009-02-20T15:14:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-02-20T15:16:53.189-05:00</updated><title type='text'>thirty-two degrees fahrenheit</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;" class="hw"&gt;ellipsis&lt;/span&gt; \i-LIP-sis\, &lt;i&gt;noun&lt;/i&gt;:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;!-- wotd="ellipsis" --&gt; three dots used to show an omission in writing or printing; the omission of a word or words in text&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Ha. I use ellipses all the time.&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;See? Right there!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But seriously, I do use them quite often. Most of the time while talking over some instant messenger as my only thought.&lt;br /&gt;It's a good way to signal a pause, like if someone says something I'm not expecting or if I don't know how to react, I simply reply with "..." and it usually gives me a chance to think of something else to say.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So...yeah. That's about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7681367852210791231-5639717001993883677?l=alessoninsemantics.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alessoninsemantics.blogspot.com/feeds/5639717001993883677/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://alessoninsemantics.blogspot.com/2009/02/thirty-two-degrees-fahrenheit.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7681367852210791231/posts/default/5639717001993883677'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7681367852210791231/posts/default/5639717001993883677'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alessoninsemantics.blogspot.com/2009/02/thirty-two-degrees-fahrenheit.html' title='thirty-two degrees fahrenheit'/><author><name>Justine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06171128400934665367</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BtBNC6tEAd8/SYuxikwXNKI/AAAAAAAAAdI/sUri72boL_c/S220/CIMG5079.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7681367852210791231.post-1059557747165427381</id><published>2009-02-19T18:26:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-02-19T18:31:41.274-05:00</updated><title type='text'>forty-one degrees fahrenheit</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;" class="hw"&gt;tautological&lt;/span&gt; \taw-TOL-uh-guh-kuhl\, &lt;i&gt;adjective&lt;/i&gt;:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;!-- wotd="tautological" --&gt; unnecessarily or uselessly repetitive&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;What &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;isn't&lt;/span&gt; tautological? God.&lt;br /&gt;Homework sure is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today when I woke up I finished my Linguistics homework and it reminded me of the last 3 classes I attended.&lt;br /&gt;We've been doing the same thing for the last week and a half. SO BORING.&lt;br /&gt;But at least now I sort of understand what the fuck we're doing...so maybe it's a good thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Doing laundry is also tautological. It seems like I'm always needing to do it.&lt;br /&gt;SAME WITH SHOWERING. MAN. It sucks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Both of which I am now going to go do because I finished &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The Big Sleep&lt;/span&gt;. Weird, weird book.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7681367852210791231-1059557747165427381?l=alessoninsemantics.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alessoninsemantics.blogspot.com/feeds/1059557747165427381/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://alessoninsemantics.blogspot.com/2009/02/forty-one-degrees-fahrenheit.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7681367852210791231/posts/default/1059557747165427381'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7681367852210791231/posts/default/1059557747165427381'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alessoninsemantics.blogspot.com/2009/02/forty-one-degrees-fahrenheit.html' title='forty-one degrees fahrenheit'/><author><name>Justine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06171128400934665367</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BtBNC6tEAd8/SYuxikwXNKI/AAAAAAAAAdI/sUri72boL_c/S220/CIMG5079.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7681367852210791231.post-8559672627410785763</id><published>2009-02-18T17:07:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2009-02-18T17:12:06.676-05:00</updated><title type='text'>thirty-six degrees fahrenheit</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" class="hw" &gt;consternation&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; \kon-ster-NEY-shuhn\, &lt;i&gt;noun&lt;/i&gt;:&lt;br /&gt;sudden dread or paralyzing terror&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmm. Oh, right. I felt consternation today.&lt;br /&gt;Sitting in my 18th Century Lit class when my professor handed out a reading quiz.&lt;br /&gt;I didn't read the book because last night I discovered I didn't have it. Shit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I need to get on that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On a happier note, I didn't feel consternation during my Myth &amp;amp; Religions exam!&lt;br /&gt;Going through those practice exams last night totally helped because a lot of the questions on those were similar to the ones on the test. Fuck yeahhh!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tonight I intend to write. I haven't in a long time and it's sad.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;!-- wotd="consternation" --&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7681367852210791231-8559672627410785763?l=alessoninsemantics.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alessoninsemantics.blogspot.com/feeds/8559672627410785763/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://alessoninsemantics.blogspot.com/2009/02/thirty-six-degrees-fahrenheit.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7681367852210791231/posts/default/8559672627410785763'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7681367852210791231/posts/default/8559672627410785763'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alessoninsemantics.blogspot.com/2009/02/thirty-six-degrees-fahrenheit.html' title='thirty-six degrees fahrenheit'/><author><name>Justine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06171128400934665367</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BtBNC6tEAd8/SYuxikwXNKI/AAAAAAAAAdI/sUri72boL_c/S220/CIMG5079.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7681367852210791231.post-8102807510311963064</id><published>2009-02-17T18:08:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2009-02-17T18:13:11.746-05:00</updated><title type='text'>thirty-nine degrees fahrenheit</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" class="hw" &gt;burnish&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; \BUR-nish\, &lt;i&gt;verb, noun&lt;/i&gt;:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;1.&lt;/b&gt; to make shiny by polishing&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I didn't really burnish anything today but I did do a ridiculous amount of dishes.&lt;br /&gt;I swear to god no one in this apartment knows how to wash a dish.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everyone abuses the dishwasher which actually made it break a week or so ago and now that it's fixed, they abuse it again.&lt;br /&gt;First off, NOBODY KNOWS HOW TO PROPERLY LOAD A DISHWASHER. It's disgusting.&lt;br /&gt;Second, NOBODY FUCKING EMPTIES IT. Ugh. I hate people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm never living with people again. I can't handle it.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;!-- wotd="burnish" --&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7681367852210791231-8102807510311963064?l=alessoninsemantics.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alessoninsemantics.blogspot.com/feeds/8102807510311963064/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://alessoninsemantics.blogspot.com/2009/02/thirty-nine-degrees-fahrenheit.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7681367852210791231/posts/default/8102807510311963064'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7681367852210791231/posts/default/8102807510311963064'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alessoninsemantics.blogspot.com/2009/02/thirty-nine-degrees-fahrenheit.html' title='thirty-nine degrees fahrenheit'/><author><name>Justine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06171128400934665367</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BtBNC6tEAd8/SYuxikwXNKI/AAAAAAAAAdI/sUri72boL_c/S220/CIMG5079.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7681367852210791231.post-2889767610256587110</id><published>2009-02-16T16:37:00.009-05:00</published><updated>2009-02-17T12:48:46.454-05:00</updated><title type='text'>forty degrees fahrenheit</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I finally decided what I'm using this for. But instead of explaining it, I'm just going to go ahead and start.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" class="hw" &gt;interminable&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; \in-TUR-muh-nuh-buhl\, &lt;i&gt;adjective&lt;/i&gt;:&lt;br /&gt;so long as to seem endless; never stopping&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What's interminable in my life? Besides life as a whole.&lt;br /&gt;Life doesn't stop with one person, it keeps going with the world long after a single person dies. If that made any sense.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At times it seems that school is interminable. Classes are interminable, my work load is interminable, the walk to my next class is interminable.&lt;br /&gt;But they're not, really. It's just an exaggeration.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As for today, it's definitely feeling like I'm never going to stop thinking about Saturday's events.&lt;br /&gt;Those thoughts are abundant and endless...and I'm still not sure if it's a good or bad thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7681367852210791231-2889767610256587110?l=alessoninsemantics.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alessoninsemantics.blogspot.com/feeds/2889767610256587110/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://alessoninsemantics.blogspot.com/2009/02/forty-degrees.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7681367852210791231/posts/default/2889767610256587110'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7681367852210791231/posts/default/2889767610256587110'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alessoninsemantics.blogspot.com/2009/02/forty-degrees.html' title='forty degrees fahrenheit'/><author><name>Justine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06171128400934665367</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BtBNC6tEAd8/SYuxikwXNKI/AAAAAAAAAdI/sUri72boL_c/S220/CIMG5079.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7681367852210791231.post-6977033837312460595</id><published>2009-02-15T19:19:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-02-17T12:48:13.234-05:00</updated><title type='text'>thirty-eight degrees fahrenheit</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I guess I always knew in the back of my head that guys were basically oblivious to everything around them.&lt;br /&gt;I was even talking to my mom's boyfriend about it last week and we came to the conclusion that boys and girls simply don't have the same thought processes at all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was proven last night for sure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Never was that smart when it came to matters of the heart.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, here's hoping that all's not lost.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7681367852210791231-6977033837312460595?l=alessoninsemantics.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alessoninsemantics.blogspot.com/feeds/6977033837312460595/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://alessoninsemantics.blogspot.com/2009/02/thirty-eight-degrees-fahrenheit.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7681367852210791231/posts/default/6977033837312460595'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7681367852210791231/posts/default/6977033837312460595'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alessoninsemantics.blogspot.com/2009/02/thirty-eight-degrees-fahrenheit.html' title='thirty-eight degrees fahrenheit'/><author><name>Justine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06171128400934665367</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BtBNC6tEAd8/SYuxikwXNKI/AAAAAAAAAdI/sUri72boL_c/S220/CIMG5079.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7681367852210791231.post-2987279245973303370</id><published>2009-02-08T20:35:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2009-02-17T12:48:06.043-05:00</updated><title type='text'>still forty-two degrees fahrenheit</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;So today Tiffany and I revisited the mall because we had nothing better to do after taking a few pictures for her photography project.&lt;br /&gt;Again, we continued in our quest to find Katy Perry/Charlotte Sometimes-esque clothing and we found a particularly interesting article at Charlotte Russe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BtBNC6tEAd8/SY-KCDtAHDI/AAAAAAAAAds/1dCF3rccKzw/s1600-h/pCHIC1-5333074dt.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BtBNC6tEAd8/SY-KCDtAHDI/AAAAAAAAAds/1dCF3rccKzw/s320/pCHIC1-5333074dt.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5300607054396791858" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;This isn't actually what we found, but it's the closest I can find on the site to what I actually got.&lt;br /&gt;Usually I'd just take a picture of what I actually bought but once again I left the bag in my car and I am far too lazy to go get it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm most likely going to wear it to the Take Action show next Saturday so I'm sure I'll have pictures to post after that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In other news, I have only two other things to mention:&lt;br /&gt;One, Buffalo is truly fucked when it comes to finding anything by car. It took us two and a half fucking hours to find the place Tiffany's mom wanted me to drop her off at. Fucking ridiculous.&lt;br /&gt;Two, Alex Deleon is a bleeding heart fool.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That is all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7681367852210791231-2987279245973303370?l=alessoninsemantics.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alessoninsemantics.blogspot.com/feeds/2987279245973303370/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://alessoninsemantics.blogspot.com/2009/02/still-forty-two-degrees-fahrenheit.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7681367852210791231/posts/default/2987279245973303370'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7681367852210791231/posts/default/2987279245973303370'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alessoninsemantics.blogspot.com/2009/02/still-forty-two-degrees-fahrenheit.html' title='still forty-two degrees fahrenheit'/><author><name>Justine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06171128400934665367</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BtBNC6tEAd8/SYuxikwXNKI/AAAAAAAAAdI/sUri72boL_c/S220/CIMG5079.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BtBNC6tEAd8/SY-KCDtAHDI/AAAAAAAAAds/1dCF3rccKzw/s72-c/pCHIC1-5333074dt.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7681367852210791231.post-2818463133747816876</id><published>2009-02-07T21:10:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2009-02-17T12:47:49.935-05:00</updated><title type='text'>forty-two degrees fahrenheit</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;So today Tiffany and I had three ridiculous meals: iHop, Mighty Taco, and Chinese food.&lt;br /&gt;We also saw Milk and had the most retarded man in the world sit down in front of us when we were the ONLY THREE IN THE THEATER.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway. Before we went to the movies we hit up a crafts store to get yarn for some random reason but ended up stealing the yarn and buying $20 of other shit like a yard of pink pleather fabric. Which we then attempted to make boxers out of and just ended up with some really, really ridiculous pictures of me that make me look like some retarded superhero.&lt;br /&gt;I'm sure they'll hit the internet someday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But we also went to the mall and while in Forever 21 I saw my stalker which thoroughly creeped me out. But then we found amazing jackets and an outfit that when I put it on makes me look like I'm Katy Perry. It's pretty amazing, I must admit.&lt;br /&gt;So the plan is that this summer for Warped tour I'm going to be Katy Perry and Tiffany is going to be Charlotte Sometimes. Watch out Florida!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway. Now I'm going to go geek over the fact that I got a one sentence reply from Joshua earlier.&lt;br /&gt;He's special. I'm special. We're especially made for each other.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7681367852210791231-2818463133747816876?l=alessoninsemantics.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alessoninsemantics.blogspot.com/feeds/2818463133747816876/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://alessoninsemantics.blogspot.com/2009/02/fourty-two-degrees-fahrenheit.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7681367852210791231/posts/default/2818463133747816876'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7681367852210791231/posts/default/2818463133747816876'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alessoninsemantics.blogspot.com/2009/02/fourty-two-degrees-fahrenheit.html' title='forty-two degrees fahrenheit'/><author><name>Justine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06171128400934665367</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BtBNC6tEAd8/SYuxikwXNKI/AAAAAAAAAdI/sUri72boL_c/S220/CIMG5079.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7681367852210791231.post-7043439668041455497</id><published>2009-02-05T23:13:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2009-02-17T12:47:29.630-05:00</updated><title type='text'>seventeen degrees fahrenheit</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I'm not entirely sure why I'm doing this, but I have a vague idea.&lt;br /&gt;I just wanted somewhere new to post things that interest, amuse, or confuse me.&lt;br /&gt;I might post every day, I might post every week. Haven't really figured that out just yet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But for now I'll start with this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="300" width="400"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://vimeo.com/moogaloop.swf?clip_id=3097206&amp;amp;server=vimeo.com&amp;amp;show_title=1&amp;amp;show_byline=1&amp;amp;show_portrait=0&amp;amp;color=&amp;amp;fullscreen=1"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://vimeo.com/moogaloop.swf?clip_id=3097206&amp;amp;server=vimeo.com&amp;amp;show_title=1&amp;amp;show_byline=1&amp;amp;show_portrait=0&amp;amp;color=&amp;amp;fullscreen=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" allowscriptaccess="always" height="300" width="400"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://vimeo.com/3097206"&gt;02-05-09 : Bop Bop Skibby Do Wop&lt;/a&gt; from &lt;a href="http://vimeo.com/user992311"&gt;Glamour Kills Clothing&lt;/a&gt; on &lt;a href="http://vimeo.com/"&gt;Vimeo&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm sure you've probably already seen this by now if you're a friend of mine, but it amused me for at least an hour today.&lt;br /&gt;Though I have to admit I hatehatehate that All Time Low can win me over so easily. Make a video with ridiculous dance moves and silly sounds and I'm hooked. Damn you!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7681367852210791231-7043439668041455497?l=alessoninsemantics.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alessoninsemantics.blogspot.com/feeds/7043439668041455497/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://alessoninsemantics.blogspot.com/2009/02/seventeen-degrees.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7681367852210791231/posts/default/7043439668041455497'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7681367852210791231/posts/default/7043439668041455497'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alessoninsemantics.blogspot.com/2009/02/seventeen-degrees.html' title='seventeen degrees fahrenheit'/><author><name>Justine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06171128400934665367</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BtBNC6tEAd8/SYuxikwXNKI/AAAAAAAAAdI/sUri72boL_c/S220/CIMG5079.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
