<?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-6029960</id><updated>2011-06-08T01:24:20.916-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Vicious Mookishness</title><subtitle type='html'>A great place for the vertically impaired.

Stamping grounds of Desperado Amy, where fake, fried fish is forced into sticks.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amythemook.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6029960/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amythemook.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>JaneAnne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02951975939780408222</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>83</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6029960.post-114494538106779918</id><published>2006-04-13T10:55:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-04-13T11:23:01.123-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>It is the usual culprits that have kept me from updating: class, work, and procrastination.Especially the last.Regardless, I am available now (for a limited time only).Baby carrots are awesome.  Not Baby CUT carrots though.  Think I'll give a ring to my parents in a sec, they've been very busy.  This past month or two, they took everything out of the big room (living room, kitchen, dining room, </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amythemook.blogspot.com/feeds/114494538106779918/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6029960&amp;postID=114494538106779918' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6029960/posts/default/114494538106779918'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6029960/posts/default/114494538106779918'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amythemook.blogspot.com/2006/04/it-is-usual-culprits-that-have-kept-me.html' title=''/><author><name>mook</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02244775212195150267</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-6029960.post-114132023001279436</id><published>2006-03-02T11:48:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-03-02T12:23:50.050-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I've noticed that a lot of people now a-days say they are waiting "for the next best thing".  When writing the several historiographies I've had to do in my undergrad career, all the exciting works come out until 1980, and then everyone just repeats each other.  There's no original thoughts being thought!And today we had a world-renowned archivist speak to our class via long-distance TV mumbo </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amythemook.blogspot.com/feeds/114132023001279436/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6029960&amp;postID=114132023001279436' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6029960/posts/default/114132023001279436'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6029960/posts/default/114132023001279436'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amythemook.blogspot.com/2006/03/ive-noticed-that-lot-of-people-now.html' title=''/><author><name>mook</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02244775212195150267</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-6029960.post-113327317006104610</id><published>2005-11-29T08:53:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-11-29T09:06:10.076-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I haven't been by here in a while.  Crazy.Class, work, MUN drama, its all good.  At least MUN is over.  Am I a bad person for saying that?  I enjoyed time with my old roomie Laura and hanging out with Lil, but for the most part I felt used.  Oh, and my committee partner did an awesome job, I'm v. proud.I wish it was summer, then I'd go fishing right now.  All day on the lake in the sun, that's </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amythemook.blogspot.com/feeds/113327317006104610/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6029960&amp;postID=113327317006104610' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6029960/posts/default/113327317006104610'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6029960/posts/default/113327317006104610'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amythemook.blogspot.com/2005/11/i-havent-been-by-here-in-while.html' title=''/><author><name>mook</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02244775212195150267</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-6029960.post-113171585506547033</id><published>2005-11-11T07:44:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-11-11T08:30:55.106-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Me: Yeah mom, the GRE is $115.Mom: Well shoot, I'll throw you in a room for four hours and let you doodle, then tell you you're smart.  Then I'll just keep the money.Me: I don't think UM will trust your word over a test score.Mom:  I could build a wing onto one of the buildings, then you won't have to take the test.Me:  I think $115 is cheaper than a building wing.Mom:  That's why we sent you to </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amythemook.blogspot.com/feeds/113171585506547033/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6029960&amp;postID=113171585506547033' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6029960/posts/default/113171585506547033'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6029960/posts/default/113171585506547033'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amythemook.blogspot.com/2005/11/me-yeah-mom-gre-is-115.html' title=''/><author><name>mook</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02244775212195150267</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-6029960.post-112800622730873031</id><published>2005-09-29T09:39:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-09-29T10:03:47.340-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Got it bad, got it bad, got it bad!  So hot for teacher!http://www.nabiscoworld.com/oreo/memories/default.aspxTake the personality quiz, I'm a dunker! So for my senior seminar in history class, I am writing on Italian Immigrants to America between 1880 and 1914.  I've had to do quite a bit of reading, because it is a historiography, which is the history of history.  Essentially, the paper is a </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amythemook.blogspot.com/feeds/112800622730873031/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6029960&amp;postID=112800622730873031' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6029960/posts/default/112800622730873031'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6029960/posts/default/112800622730873031'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amythemook.blogspot.com/2005/09/got-it-bad-got-it-bad-got-it-bad-so.html' title=''/><author><name>mook</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02244775212195150267</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-6029960.post-112671472463472725</id><published>2005-09-14T10:22:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-09-14T11:18:44.683-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I'm dying slowly of a terrible case of allergies.  So I walk down to my friendly neighborhood Wildcat Den, intent on purchasing a cup of tea to soothe not only my throat but my raging  sinus infection (you see, the cup of tea should be hot.)  But Lo!, yon merchant bequeath volumes of information unto me, including "we are out of hot water". Excuse me?  Is there a shortage of hot and/or water in </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amythemook.blogspot.com/feeds/112671472463472725/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6029960&amp;postID=112671472463472725' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6029960/posts/default/112671472463472725'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6029960/posts/default/112671472463472725'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amythemook.blogspot.com/2005/09/im-dying-slowly-of-terrible-case-of.html' title=''/><author><name>mook</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02244775212195150267</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-6029960.post-111955198379175045</id><published>2005-06-23T13:19:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-06-23T13:39:43.796-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Sunrise! Sunset. Sunrise! Sunset. ~ Fiddler on the RoofThat's about life in a nutshell, get up then go to bed.  And some stuff in the middle.So about the whole workin at the library to get experience thing is not happening like I thought it would.  The lady lost my contact info, then I forgot about the whole thing so I didn't call, and so I finally call her and get an appointment and then she had</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amythemook.blogspot.com/feeds/111955198379175045/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6029960&amp;postID=111955198379175045' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6029960/posts/default/111955198379175045'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6029960/posts/default/111955198379175045'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amythemook.blogspot.com/2005/06/sunrise-sunset.html' title=''/><author><name>mook</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02244775212195150267</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-6029960.post-111696035095418117</id><published>2005-05-24T13:19:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-05-24T13:45:50.960-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Luke, we are related in some way... second cousins I think. (loud breathing)Star Wars III was let loose onto an unsuspecting populace last Friday... well, at least I had forgotten about it.  But for those of you not in BFE right now, imagine if you will... A LINE in MARQUETTE!  It spanned from the doors of the Royal cinema down to the road past Tommys... and it was a line of people, not cars even</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amythemook.blogspot.com/feeds/111696035095418117/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6029960&amp;postID=111696035095418117' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6029960/posts/default/111696035095418117'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6029960/posts/default/111696035095418117'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amythemook.blogspot.com/2005/05/luke-we-are-related-in-some-way.html' title=''/><author><name>mook</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02244775212195150267</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-6029960.post-111393358140884651</id><published>2005-04-19T12:48:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-04-19T12:59:41.410-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Ok, posting!So life is topsy turvey as usual.  Living up in the great white north for the summer.  Got a house with T and the band.  You can tell how excited the 'rents were about that one! Was disowned for a while, but have been reaccepted.  In other news, new pope!  Hand-picked today at the ripe age of 78, Benedict XVI of Germany.  Rock out.  As conservative hard-ass as a Catholic comes.  In </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amythemook.blogspot.com/feeds/111393358140884651/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6029960&amp;postID=111393358140884651' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6029960/posts/default/111393358140884651'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6029960/posts/default/111393358140884651'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amythemook.blogspot.com/2005/04/ok-posting-so-life-is-topsy-turvey-as.html' title=''/><author><name>mook</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02244775212195150267</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-6029960.post-110905164038571309</id><published>2005-02-22T00:30:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-02-22T00:54:00.386-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Oblah-dee, Oblah-da, Life goes on!Decided to write my monthly blog.  Busy busy! Just got back from Toronto on the Model United Nations trip, cool times.  There was like 9 total people in m committee including me and Spots, so we all got to know each other pretty well.  The United Kingdom would not detach his lips from the United States... I think they were trying to be scandalous in bed... </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amythemook.blogspot.com/feeds/110905164038571309/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6029960&amp;postID=110905164038571309' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6029960/posts/default/110905164038571309'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6029960/posts/default/110905164038571309'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amythemook.blogspot.com/2005/02/oblah-dee-oblah-da-life-goes-on.html' title=''/><author><name>mook</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02244775212195150267</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-6029960.post-110675298553735958</id><published>2005-01-26T10:14:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-01-26T10:23:05.536-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Razors pain you, rivers are damp,Acid stains you, drugs cause cramp.Guns aren't lawful, nooses give,Gas smells awful, you might as well live!~Some random girl on some random forum.  e.g., not mine.Wierd, huh?  I thought it was humorous... anyways it made sense this morning after i almost fell of a rolling chair onto a sharp corner, and then tried to rip off my own toe tripping over my desk</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amythemook.blogspot.com/feeds/110675298553735958/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6029960&amp;postID=110675298553735958' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6029960/posts/default/110675298553735958'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6029960/posts/default/110675298553735958'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amythemook.blogspot.com/2005/01/razors-pain-you-rivers-are-damp-acid.html' title=''/><author><name>mook</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02244775212195150267</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-6029960.post-110616567660041011</id><published>2005-01-19T15:04:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-01-19T15:14:36.600-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Still under construction, and it ain't gettin done none too soon.Been at home for a month with dial-up, so blogging wasn't worth it.  Anywho!  This was just a quick note to let you know I was alive and unfortunately back to the mill stone.  School started on Monday, so its been Real Good Times.  I'm pretty swamped already, but no worries!  I still have my solid rock T to lean on.  And a new </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amythemook.blogspot.com/feeds/110616567660041011/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6029960&amp;postID=110616567660041011' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6029960/posts/default/110616567660041011'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6029960/posts/default/110616567660041011'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amythemook.blogspot.com/2005/01/still-under-construction-and-it-aint.html' title=''/><author><name>mook</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02244775212195150267</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-6029960.post-110330026143135279</id><published>2004-12-17T10:58:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-12-17T11:17:41.433-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>What do you think so far?  Yeah yeah, it's still in progress.  needed a change and liked this color scheme.  Gentle without being drab.  Vicious without being a mook.  Sigh, good times.Was reading through old live journal posts from my friends back home, and in one was a post about recalling a memory that you had of the livejournal user (RG, if you know who I'm talkin about), and my other old </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amythemook.blogspot.com/feeds/110330026143135279/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6029960&amp;postID=110330026143135279' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6029960/posts/default/110330026143135279'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6029960/posts/default/110330026143135279'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amythemook.blogspot.com/2004/12/what-do-you-think-so-far-yeah-yeah-its.html' title=''/><author><name>JaneAnne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02951975939780408222</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-6029960.post-110256898106363471</id><published>2004-12-08T23:32:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-12-09T00:09:41.063-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Alright!  I'm bloggin already, yeesh.The long story (short):  Tests, sucked.  MUN conference, good times when not in committee.  Therefore, did a lot of walkin around and checkin on other people's committees.  Why was I not in committee?  Nuclear proliferation is a fun subject!  Because the DPRK and the US in my committee were trying too hard for their grade and made up a treaty that the DPRK </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amythemook.blogspot.com/feeds/110256898106363471/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6029960&amp;postID=110256898106363471' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6029960/posts/default/110256898106363471'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6029960/posts/default/110256898106363471'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amythemook.blogspot.com/2004/12/alright-im-bloggin-already-yeesh.html' title=''/><author><name>mook</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02244775212195150267</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-6029960.post-110001821610663279</id><published>2004-11-09T10:46:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-11-09T11:36:56.106-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Can I get an Amen!Hm, though it is a bit late in noting, it seems that once again the people of the United States of America were seemingly allowed to voice their opinions and shape our government.  Hurrah.  But when the Social Democrat wins... then we'll know the people are really thinking.  And it will be a glorious day.  And everyone will get a double-scoop of Superman ice cream.  Huzzah!</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amythemook.blogspot.com/feeds/110001821610663279/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6029960&amp;postID=110001821610663279' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6029960/posts/default/110001821610663279'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6029960/posts/default/110001821610663279'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amythemook.blogspot.com/2004/11/can-i-get-amen-hm-though-it-is-bit.html' title=''/><author><name>mook</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02244775212195150267</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-6029960.post-109936979596312538</id><published>2004-11-01T23:17:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-11-01T23:29:55.963-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Hey I came up with a new joke.  Wanna Read it?  Ok!Knock Knock!  Who's There?  Juan.  Juan Who?  Juan your body!  hehe.  Get it, cause the J in Juan in pronounced as an H.  hehe.Mom and Aunt Jean came up this past weekend and we went all around Marquette.  It was good times, I missed them both so much and it was nice to see them.  Speakin of missing people, i have a few phone calls I need to </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amythemook.blogspot.com/feeds/109936979596312538/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6029960&amp;postID=109936979596312538' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6029960/posts/default/109936979596312538'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6029960/posts/default/109936979596312538'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amythemook.blogspot.com/2004/11/hey-i-came-up-with-new-joke.html' title=''/><author><name>mook</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02244775212195150267</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-6029960.post-109824283318554447</id><published>2004-10-19T22:14:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-10-19T22:27:13.186-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>http://slapthecandidate.com   been about a month, figured it was time to blog.Things are mellow, everyone's just gettin along with classes.  Both my roomie and my suitmate have new boys, though neither are official yet, we'll see how they both progress.  Updates lata.Class is life right now.  The classes I thought would be a breeze turned out to be the ones I'm worried about... but that may </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amythemook.blogspot.com/feeds/109824283318554447/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6029960&amp;postID=109824283318554447' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6029960/posts/default/109824283318554447'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6029960/posts/default/109824283318554447'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amythemook.blogspot.com/2004/10/httpslapthecandidate.html' title=''/><author><name>mook</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02244775212195150267</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-6029960.post-109595457829284571</id><published>2004-09-23T10:45:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-09-23T10:49:38.306-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Oh!  and I was lookin for a new template, since the new blogger bar at the top is a pain in my tush!  Anyone got a good site for some wicked templates?  Thanx!And as I was flippin through other people's blogs, checkin out their layouts, I Discovered Something Not Wicked...  many sites are all about how evil the government is, or just the current administration, but mostly the government in </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amythemook.blogspot.com/feeds/109595457829284571/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6029960&amp;postID=109595457829284571' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6029960/posts/default/109595457829284571'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6029960/posts/default/109595457829284571'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amythemook.blogspot.com/2004/09/oh-and-i-was-lookin-for-new-template.html' title=''/><author><name>mook</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02244775212195150267</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-6029960.post-109595405540427990</id><published>2004-09-23T09:16:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-09-23T10:42:12.010-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Holy artichokes, Batman! You've stolen my heart!Hehe, ya like that? Came up with it myself! Get it, artichoke hearts?Classes are good, dry n' stuff, but good. There's drama in the dorms though. My roommate (J) is seein the guy next door (S), but S hasn't been as attentive as he should be, and so J was sad, and she told our suitemate (A), and A got mad at S, and S didn't know what he did wrong</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amythemook.blogspot.com/feeds/109595405540427990/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6029960&amp;postID=109595405540427990' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6029960/posts/default/109595405540427990'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6029960/posts/default/109595405540427990'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amythemook.blogspot.com/2004/09/holy-artichokes-batman-youve-stolen-my.html' title=''/><author><name>mook</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02244775212195150267</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-6029960.post-109517294369488995</id><published>2004-09-14T09:26:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-09-14T09:42:23.696-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Veerps, its been a while.Things are doing good, other than I'm swamped with homework.  This is gonna be a hard semester.  But I'm sure I'll come out on top.  Ich bin cool, after all.A recap of things so far:- You cannot have an arguement on sovreignty if you do not know what it means.  Yes, nations can trade and still be sovreign.- Bush cannot initiate the draft, that's a legislative act,</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amythemook.blogspot.com/feeds/109517294369488995/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6029960&amp;postID=109517294369488995' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6029960/posts/default/109517294369488995'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6029960/posts/default/109517294369488995'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amythemook.blogspot.com/2004/09/veerps-its-been-while.html' title=''/><author><name>mook</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02244775212195150267</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-6029960.post-109388345142120078</id><published>2004-08-30T10:22:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-08-30T11:30:51.420-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Classes start today.  and the weather is poop, too.But, I finally got into the poli sci class I wanted to, so that's good.  And I'm so stoked for German today, too *bleh*!  How would you say "gag me with a spoon" in German?  Yes, one of truly important questions of our time, right up there with that whole space and time being relative thingy.I find myself at a loss for words, so...</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amythemook.blogspot.com/feeds/109388345142120078/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6029960&amp;postID=109388345142120078' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6029960/posts/default/109388345142120078'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6029960/posts/default/109388345142120078'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amythemook.blogspot.com/2004/08/classes-start-today.html' title=''/><author><name>mook</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02244775212195150267</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-6029960.post-109208357319230945</id><published>2004-08-09T15:27:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-08-09T15:32:53.193-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>So I had to post simply for the fact that my "Ads from Google" header (above) has links to gay and free romance with Iranians websites, so the following is a list of things on my mind that will hopefully lead to a new link being listed.  Why they are in my mind, well I'll try to explain.Smurfs (there are blueberries in my fridge.  My bro and I use to call them smurfberries.  Smurfberry Pancakes</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amythemook.blogspot.com/feeds/109208357319230945/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6029960&amp;postID=109208357319230945' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6029960/posts/default/109208357319230945'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6029960/posts/default/109208357319230945'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amythemook.blogspot.com/2004/08/so-i-had-to-post-simply-for-fact-that.html' title=''/><author><name>mook</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02244775212195150267</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-6029960.post-109180824704512483</id><published>2004-08-06T10:00:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-08-06T11:04:07.046-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>So last semester I did this project in my social change class, about Iran and the fight for democracy, and one of my most used sources was Daneshjoo.org, the Student Movement Coordination Committe for Democracy in Iran, a site run by Iranian students in Iran calling for the toppling of the Iranian Theocracy.Since they are trying to oust the theocracy and get a democracy in place, they are a bit</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amythemook.blogspot.com/feeds/109180824704512483/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6029960&amp;postID=109180824704512483' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6029960/posts/default/109180824704512483'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6029960/posts/default/109180824704512483'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amythemook.blogspot.com/2004/08/so-last-semester-i-did-this-project-in.html' title=''/><author><name>mook</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02244775212195150267</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-6029960.post-109112460944682768</id><published>2004-07-29T12:46:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-07-29T13:10:09.446-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>"Her brain is hemmoraging from an errant axe shard.  We'll be fine."                           ~(Taken (and altered) from Clevinger's 8-bit theater)Hehe, I like 8-bit theater, it's good times.  But, life isn't Nearly as bad as the above quote may lead some to believe.  Things are going pretty goof for me.  Nope, that wasn't a mis-spell.  I really meant goof, not good!Well, T and I went out </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amythemook.blogspot.com/feeds/109112460944682768/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6029960&amp;postID=109112460944682768' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6029960/posts/default/109112460944682768'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6029960/posts/default/109112460944682768'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amythemook.blogspot.com/2004/07/her-brain-is-hemmoraging-from-errant.html' title=''/><author><name>mook</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02244775212195150267</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-6029960.post-109025787732334995</id><published>2004-07-19T12:24:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-07-19T12:25:50.186-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Which Medieval Language Are You?! Medieval German People will get mad at you unless you tell them that you're Medieval. Also, you are hard to SAY. /// Aller erst lebe ich mir werde. (Only now does my life have a deeper meaning.)Click Here to Take This QuizBrought to you by YouThink.com quizzes and personality tests.&lt;!-- END YOUTHINK.COM QUIZ RESULTS --&gt;</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amythemook.blogspot.com/feeds/109025787732334995/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6029960&amp;postID=109025787732334995' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6029960/posts/default/109025787732334995'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6029960/posts/default/109025787732334995'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amythemook.blogspot.com/2004/07/which-medieval-language-are-you.html' title=''/><author><name>mook</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02244775212195150267</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-6029960.post-108982519877392925</id><published>2004-07-14T12:09:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-07-14T12:13:18.773-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Inside every older person is a younger person -- wondering what thehell happened. ~Cora Harvey ArmstrongMy second favorite household chore is ironing.  My first being hitting my head on the top bunk bed until I faint.  ~Erma BombeckNobody can make you feel inferior without your permission.  ~Eleanor RooseveltThis is mook, and I approve this message.mook mood: spoinked!mmok music: </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amythemook.blogspot.com/feeds/108982519877392925/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6029960&amp;postID=108982519877392925' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6029960/posts/default/108982519877392925'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6029960/posts/default/108982519877392925'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amythemook.blogspot.com/2004/07/inside-every-older-person-is-younger_14.html' title=''/><author><name>mook</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02244775212195150267</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-6029960.post-108974484871252553</id><published>2004-07-13T13:32:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-07-27T15:04:03.036-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I need more cowbell! So Tobin got an Ocarina from this friend of his mom who was visiting some Asian country. Like the musical instrument from the recent Zelda video games? Yeah, wicked cool, sounds like a flute thing. But hard to play, you have to blow across the top like a bottle. V. crazy. Today, Pres. Bush is speaking at the dome on NMU's campus. Sweet dog, except for the crazy fanatics (</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amythemook.blogspot.com/feeds/108974484871252553/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6029960&amp;postID=108974484871252553' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6029960/posts/default/108974484871252553'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6029960/posts/default/108974484871252553'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amythemook.blogspot.com/2004/07/i-need-more-cowbell-so-tobin-got.html' title=''/><author><name>mook</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02244775212195150267</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-6029960.post-108844212913641359</id><published>2004-06-28T11:44:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-06-28T12:02:09.136-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Now back to your regularly scheduled program.I was reading through all the blogs I had written, reminiscing about the good times, like MUN parties and 8-Bit theater quotes.  And the bad times, like when I created drama by pointing fingers at others, and dislocated jaws.  From the first time T took me out, to the first time I ever got in an accident, this blog has served me well.So here's to </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amythemook.blogspot.com/feeds/108844212913641359/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6029960&amp;postID=108844212913641359' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6029960/posts/default/108844212913641359'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6029960/posts/default/108844212913641359'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amythemook.blogspot.com/2004/06/now-back-to-your-regularly-scheduled.html' title=''/><author><name>mook</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02244775212195150267</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-6029960.post-108747650305147284</id><published>2004-06-17T07:16:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-06-17T07:48:23.050-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>By the by, the quote in the blog below is from Machbeth, as Dusinane Wood comes to the castle.Useless Trivia: David Brin misquotes Shakespeare in his book "The Postman", which became a movie, directed by Kevin Costner, who also misquotes Shakespeare.  The line is the climax of action in the movie.  instead of "'least we'll die with harness on our back", Quin writes "'least we'll die with </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amythemook.blogspot.com/feeds/108747650305147284/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6029960&amp;postID=108747650305147284' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6029960/posts/default/108747650305147284'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6029960/posts/default/108747650305147284'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amythemook.blogspot.com/2004/06/by-by-quote-in-blog-below-is-from.html' title=''/><author><name>mook</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02244775212195150267</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-6029960.post-108747451205079952</id><published>2004-06-17T07:05:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-06-17T07:15:12.050-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Last night, me and M and R were sitting about the living room.  I was reading my book for class on monday, M and R were watching ESPN.  About 12:30am, M asked R to carry her to bed because she was too tired.  Odd request, since she "can't stand him being around".  R never came back out of the bedroom, and didn't sleep on the couch last night.  Have No Idea what's going on.  Also, way to early </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amythemook.blogspot.com/feeds/108747451205079952/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6029960&amp;postID=108747451205079952' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6029960/posts/default/108747451205079952'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6029960/posts/default/108747451205079952'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amythemook.blogspot.com/2004/06/last-night-me-and-m-and-r-were-sitting.html' title=''/><author><name>mook</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02244775212195150267</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-6029960.post-108740928067472057</id><published>2004-06-16T13:06:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-06-16T13:08:00.673-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>So, M told me last night that R is moving out this weekend, and he's paying the 2 months rent for the rest of the summer.  I'll believe it when I see it, though!mook mood: I hate typing, especially when there's a lot of it.  and it's for lazy profsmook music: gentle hum of office machinery</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amythemook.blogspot.com/feeds/108740928067472057/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6029960&amp;postID=108740928067472057' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6029960/posts/default/108740928067472057'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6029960/posts/default/108740928067472057'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amythemook.blogspot.com/2004/06/so-m-told-me-last-night-that-r-is.html' title=''/><author><name>mook</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02244775212195150267</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-6029960.post-108733038368558378</id><published>2004-06-15T14:59:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-06-15T15:13:03.686-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>So, I live in a dysfunctional household right now.My roommate (who will be refered to as M) and her boyfriend (R), were planning on living together this summer and all of next school year.  They both signed a 1-year lease.  A month and a half into the summer, and they have broken up.  Spoink!Since R has no job, no friends up here, and now no girlfriend, logic would say R would go home and </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amythemook.blogspot.com/feeds/108733038368558378/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6029960&amp;postID=108733038368558378' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6029960/posts/default/108733038368558378'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6029960/posts/default/108733038368558378'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amythemook.blogspot.com/2004/06/so-i-live-in-dysfunctional-household.html' title=''/><author><name>mook</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02244775212195150267</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-6029960.post-108671925389474721</id><published>2004-06-08T13:11:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-06-08T13:27:33.893-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Whew, man is life crazy sometimes!  Me and T went to Illinois 2 weekends ago to go to Summer Camp 2004!  There were 3 stages full o' bands, and we got to camp 40ft away from the main stage!  It was wicked!  Moe., Umphrey's McGee, Leftover Salmon, and the Benevito Russo Duo were just a sampling of the 30+ bands there, it was so cool!On Sat, me, T, and our neighbors across the way, Scott, Donna, </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amythemook.blogspot.com/feeds/108671925389474721/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6029960&amp;postID=108671925389474721' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6029960/posts/default/108671925389474721'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6029960/posts/default/108671925389474721'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amythemook.blogspot.com/2004/06/whew-man-is-life-crazy-sometimes-me.html' title=''/><author><name>mook</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02244775212195150267</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-6029960.post-108439162264995090</id><published>2004-05-12T14:43:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-05-12T14:53:42.650-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Things are going good, summer up here will mos def be a growing up kind of experience.  I'm finally settled into my home, and I even found a mattress on the side of the road that fits my futon, so I don't have to lay on metal bars all summer.  Yeah, Marquette is having garbage pick up in a week, so all the people have their used junk laying everywhere.  Woohoo!Pretty much just hang around and </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amythemook.blogspot.com/feeds/108439162264995090/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6029960&amp;postID=108439162264995090' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6029960/posts/default/108439162264995090'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6029960/posts/default/108439162264995090'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amythemook.blogspot.com/2004/05/things-are-going-good-summer-up-here.html' title=''/><author><name>JaneAnne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02951975939780408222</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-6029960.post-108266566743568880</id><published>2004-04-22T15:27:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-04-22T15:31:55.153-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>As a side note, the book is not listed in the blog below.  No free publicity for dumb fucks here.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amythemook.blogspot.com/feeds/108266566743568880/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6029960&amp;postID=108266566743568880' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6029960/posts/default/108266566743568880'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6029960/posts/default/108266566743568880'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amythemook.blogspot.com/2004/04/as-side-note-book-is-not-listed-in.html' title=''/><author><name>JaneAnne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02951975939780408222</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-6029960.post-108266517924074449</id><published>2004-04-22T15:19:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-04-22T15:24:42.780-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>People in this world are just sick.So, in my quest to find out about the price of the book I need to buy for my summer class, I go to what I think was the publishers website, and at the bottom of this site is a link that says "why no amazon.com".  I click the link, curious as to why.  Come to find out, the site is one that prints a copy of the New Testament, yayh, and the reason they won't sell</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amythemook.blogspot.com/feeds/108266517924074449/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6029960&amp;postID=108266517924074449' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6029960/posts/default/108266517924074449'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6029960/posts/default/108266517924074449'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amythemook.blogspot.com/2004/04/people-in-this-world-are-just-sick.html' title=''/><author><name>JaneAnne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02951975939780408222</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-6029960.post-108137029452709465</id><published>2004-04-07T15:38:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-04-07T15:42:01.546-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>wee haw, imood!mook mood: hehe. see right.mook music: Who Do You Love? ~ the Doors</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amythemook.blogspot.com/feeds/108137029452709465/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6029960&amp;postID=108137029452709465' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6029960/posts/default/108137029452709465'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6029960/posts/default/108137029452709465'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amythemook.blogspot.com/2004/04/wee-haw-imood-mook-mood-hehe.html' title=''/><author><name>JaneAnne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02951975939780408222</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-6029960.post-108121607747429504</id><published>2004-04-05T20:47:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-04-05T20:51:41.920-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Life is sweet.  Enjoyin' me some canned fruit, sittin on the futon in perfect silence, and actually acomplishing many a task.  Sweetness.Biggest worry in life currently:  How to fit in "your mother was a hampster and your father smelled of elderberries", "you mess with the bull, you get the horns", and "he'll see the...Big... Map!"  into my presentation for social change.  Topic: Iranian </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amythemook.blogspot.com/feeds/108121607747429504/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6029960&amp;postID=108121607747429504' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6029960/posts/default/108121607747429504'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6029960/posts/default/108121607747429504'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amythemook.blogspot.com/2004/04/life-is-sweet.html' title=''/><author><name>JaneAnne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02951975939780408222</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-6029960.post-108025426454336306</id><published>2004-03-25T17:37:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-03-25T17:41:13.793-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>well, on the flip side of things, I'm not dead.This has been one of those "everything is going wrong and I am slowly spinning down the toilet drain" kinda weeks.  Nothing is certain (except death and taxes, I know!  Sheesh, get offa my back, dead guy!)  Yeah, my econ book quotes a lotta dead guys.  Not good times.we're doing group projects in my german class.  goodie.  workin with a returning</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amythemook.blogspot.com/feeds/108025426454336306/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6029960&amp;postID=108025426454336306' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6029960/posts/default/108025426454336306'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6029960/posts/default/108025426454336306'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amythemook.blogspot.com/2004/03/well-on-flip-side-of-things-im-not.html' title=''/><author><name>JaneAnne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02951975939780408222</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-6029960.post-107990039240204543</id><published>2004-03-21T15:19:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-03-21T15:23:16.216-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>"Did you hear that?""What?""A great disturbance in the order.  As if millions of voices cried out to say 'Oh Shit'."              - white mage and black belt dialouge, copyright B. Clevinger.hehe, just got caught up on all the fun that is eight-bit theater.  Good Times.  see link at right of page.Anyways, figured it was about time to blog.  bugga.  life's good, went to the pow-wow </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amythemook.blogspot.com/feeds/107990039240204543/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6029960&amp;postID=107990039240204543' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6029960/posts/default/107990039240204543'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6029960/posts/default/107990039240204543'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amythemook.blogspot.com/2004/03/did-you-hear-that-what-great.html' title=''/><author><name>JaneAnne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02951975939780408222</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-6029960.post-107879930722794752</id><published>2004-03-08T21:28:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-03-08T21:31:33.403-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Which Harry Potter Guy Will Knock You Up? by jazzedsopranoName/UsernameAgeHouseThe FatherRemus LupinHow/Why it happensYou couldn't resist his charmsCreated with quill18's MemeGen 3.0!</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amythemook.blogspot.com/feeds/107879930722794752/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6029960&amp;postID=107879930722794752' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6029960/posts/default/107879930722794752'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6029960/posts/default/107879930722794752'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amythemook.blogspot.com/2004/03/which-harry-potter-guy-will-knock-you.html' title=''/><author><name>JaneAnne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02951975939780408222</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-6029960.post-107790224641984421</id><published>2004-02-27T12:17:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-02-27T12:20:18.450-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>So, spring break has started.  For most.But where is mook?  In the sunshine on the beach? playing in the snow enjoying the warm weather?  in a box with a fox?No.  She's at work.  Phooey.  But while the boss is away, mook will get a longer lunch break.  and the good doctor came in 2 secs ago to say he's takin the afternoon off.  Schwicked.  currently, I'm doing some research for the paper I </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amythemook.blogspot.com/feeds/107790224641984421/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6029960&amp;postID=107790224641984421' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6029960/posts/default/107790224641984421'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6029960/posts/default/107790224641984421'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amythemook.blogspot.com/2004/02/so-spring-break-has-started.html' title=''/><author><name>JaneAnne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02951975939780408222</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-6029960.post-107661517412303080</id><published>2004-02-12T14:46:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-02-12T14:48:45.293-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Spoink!</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amythemook.blogspot.com/feeds/107661517412303080/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6029960&amp;postID=107661517412303080' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6029960/posts/default/107661517412303080'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6029960/posts/default/107661517412303080'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amythemook.blogspot.com/2004/02/spoink.html' title=''/><author><name>JaneAnne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02951975939780408222</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-6029960.post-107654090573365028</id><published>2004-02-11T18:08:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-02-11T18:10:56.216-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I like a moose.So I walk past this kid today, he sits near me in econ, and he's smokin a cigarette.  I get a wiff, and am thrown into an utter state of confusion! 'Who am I? Why am I here? What brand is he smoking?'  Am of course most worried about last question.  I knew I knew it.  But it wasn't my dad's brands, and it wasn't marlboro... so, much confusion.  Then I see this other kid, who's </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amythemook.blogspot.com/feeds/107654090573365028/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6029960&amp;postID=107654090573365028' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6029960/posts/default/107654090573365028'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6029960/posts/default/107654090573365028'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amythemook.blogspot.com/2004/02/i-like-moose.html' title=''/><author><name>JaneAnne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02951975939780408222</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-6029960.post-107630274923460460</id><published>2004-02-08T23:59:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-02-09T00:01:36.013-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I also forgot to blog Kate's b-day as well, I'm such a mook.  A Very Merry Unbirthday to You!</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amythemook.blogspot.com/feeds/107630274923460460/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6029960&amp;postID=107630274923460460' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6029960/posts/default/107630274923460460'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6029960/posts/default/107630274923460460'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amythemook.blogspot.com/2004/02/i-also-forgot-to-blog-kates-b-day-as.html' title=''/><author><name>JaneAnne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02951975939780408222</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-6029960.post-107630256619712730</id><published>2004-02-08T23:56:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-02-08T23:58:33.013-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'> Which Eddie Izzard line are you? brought to you by Quizilla</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amythemook.blogspot.com/feeds/107630256619712730/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6029960&amp;postID=107630256619712730' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6029960/posts/default/107630256619712730'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6029960/posts/default/107630256619712730'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amythemook.blogspot.com/2004/02/which-eddie-izzard-line-are-you.html' title=''/><author><name>JaneAnne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02951975939780408222</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-6029960.post-107602423176512138</id><published>2004-02-05T18:37:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-02-05T18:39:33.750-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I never blogged in celebration of my very dear friend's birthday.  Happy v. belated b-day, S-Killer-N!</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amythemook.blogspot.com/feeds/107602423176512138/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6029960&amp;postID=107602423176512138' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6029960/posts/default/107602423176512138'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6029960/posts/default/107602423176512138'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amythemook.blogspot.com/2004/02/i-never-blogged-in-celebration-of-my.html' title=''/><author><name>JaneAnne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02951975939780408222</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-6029960.post-107602417695145514</id><published>2004-02-05T18:36:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-02-05T18:38:38.936-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>mook's Boss: How do you like them apples?mook: ApplesauceSo, today at work I locked the keys in the room that automatically locks when it shuts.  No biggie, my boss has a master key to everything in the office, so all was well... except she kept givin me crap about it!  I've apparently "lost all key privilages"... well poo on you!  Whateva, whateva, I'll do what  I want! Aced both German </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amythemook.blogspot.com/feeds/107602417695145514/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6029960&amp;postID=107602417695145514' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6029960/posts/default/107602417695145514'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6029960/posts/default/107602417695145514'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amythemook.blogspot.com/2004/02/mooks-boss-how-do-you-like-them-apples.html' title=''/><author><name>JaneAnne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02951975939780408222</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-6029960.post-107514954974392214</id><published>2004-01-26T15:39:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-01-26T15:41:17.640-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>oh, and a happy belated birthday to Spots, yeah, Hotplate was wicked fun, and the stuff didn't turn out too bad, eh?Toronto's gonna be killa.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amythemook.blogspot.com/feeds/107514954974392214/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6029960&amp;postID=107514954974392214' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6029960/posts/default/107514954974392214'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6029960/posts/default/107514954974392214'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amythemook.blogspot.com/2004/01/oh-and-happy-belated-birthday-to-spots.html' title=''/><author><name>JaneAnne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02951975939780408222</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-6029960.post-107514949531470188</id><published>2004-01-26T15:38:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-01-26T15:40:23.216-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Really sorry for not blogging.  Busier than ever.First week of school good, not much goin down overall though with classes, they're all average.  Atleast I don't hate any of them.  So, I guess all is well!Marquette's the same ol' Marquette.  Cold.  But we're in a cold snap right now, so I've got the right to complain.  Squirrels.My big sis is dating a guy!  Name's Brian, guess he's pretty </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amythemook.blogspot.com/feeds/107514949531470188/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6029960&amp;postID=107514949531470188' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6029960/posts/default/107514949531470188'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6029960/posts/default/107514949531470188'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amythemook.blogspot.com/2004/01/really-sorry-for-not-blogging.html' title=''/><author><name>JaneAnne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02951975939780408222</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-6029960.post-107343686813312505</id><published>2004-01-06T19:54:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-01-06T19:54:47.906-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Sorry for the lack of blog-age! Too much goin on 'round here!Work is poo, but it's over.  Down with Target and other similar multi-million dollar corporations that make us poor kids work on  Christmas eve... like Spots said, think Target, think Christmas eve shopping.  It was mad crazy.  And This Guy had the Audacity! the sheer Nerve!  the Unmitigated Gaul!  to ask me at 5 to close, if I could </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amythemook.blogspot.com/feeds/107343686813312505/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6029960&amp;postID=107343686813312505' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6029960/posts/default/107343686813312505'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6029960/posts/default/107343686813312505'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amythemook.blogspot.com/2004/01/sorry-for-lack-of-blog-age-too-much.html' title=''/><author><name>JaneAnne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02951975939780408222</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-6029960.post-107189676841376621</id><published>2003-12-20T00:06:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-12-20T00:06:23.386-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Congratulations! You're Haldir! Which Lord of the Rings character and personality problem are you? brought to you by Quizilla</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amythemook.blogspot.com/feeds/107189676841376621/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6029960&amp;postID=107189676841376621' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6029960/posts/default/107189676841376621'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6029960/posts/default/107189676841376621'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amythemook.blogspot.com/2003/12/congratulations-youre-haldir-which.html' title=''/><author><name>JaneAnne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02951975939780408222</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-6029960.post-107189653878562337</id><published>2003-12-20T00:02:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-12-20T00:02:33.810-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Corona. Cerveza mas fina. You are a little fruitybut everyone likes you. Since you're mexicanyou enjoy sleeping all day and being lazy.Girls are a big fan of the drink, but might notbe a big fan of you.Which Beer are you? brought to you by Quizilla</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amythemook.blogspot.com/feeds/107189653878562337/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6029960&amp;postID=107189653878562337' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6029960/posts/default/107189653878562337'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6029960/posts/default/107189653878562337'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amythemook.blogspot.com/2003/12/corona.html' title=''/><author><name>JaneAnne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02951975939780408222</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-6029960.post-107189560351564746</id><published>2003-12-19T23:46:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-12-19T23:46:57.930-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Squirrel!!Things went much better than I expected with the 'rents, dad got a little tipsy and we had the usual yelling/slapping fight, but it wasn't over janie's car, so that was a shock, I thought for sure he was gonna kill me for that one!!  Got away with a few bruises, but we're working through it... so that's what's being worked on over Christmas, my mom's unhappy with the relationship </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amythemook.blogspot.com/feeds/107189560351564746/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6029960&amp;postID=107189560351564746' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6029960/posts/default/107189560351564746'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6029960/posts/default/107189560351564746'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amythemook.blogspot.com/2003/12/squirrel-things-went-much-better-than.html' title=''/><author><name>JaneAnne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02951975939780408222</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-6029960.post-107120665105056778</id><published>2003-12-12T00:24:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-12-12T00:24:23.656-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Things are better now.  I mean, after Janie's whole dislocated jaw thingy, everything is getting back to normal.  And I'm feeling pretty confident about my impending death.  I am hoping that maybe things will settle now.The car people say they can have janie's car up and rolling by tuesday, and I don't have to go home till Sunday, yayh!  More time with boy, which is honestly "the only shining </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amythemook.blogspot.com/feeds/107120665105056778/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6029960&amp;postID=107120665105056778' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6029960/posts/default/107120665105056778'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6029960/posts/default/107120665105056778'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amythemook.blogspot.com/2003/12/things-are-better-now.html' title=''/><author><name>JaneAnne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02951975939780408222</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-6029960.post-107110354518067745</id><published>2003-12-10T19:45:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-12-10T19:45:57.336-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>My life is a peice of waxfalling on a termitewho's chokin on the splinters ~BeckSo, bad karma.  All around.  Wrecked Janie's car.  can't drive it.  but it's not totalled.  She can't get home.  All my fault.  Called my parents, and lucky me, dad didn't go to work, so I got to tell them both at the same time.  Well, sorta.Started convo with "you guys are gonna be mad and dissapointed in me, </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amythemook.blogspot.com/feeds/107110354518067745/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6029960&amp;postID=107110354518067745' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6029960/posts/default/107110354518067745'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6029960/posts/default/107110354518067745'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amythemook.blogspot.com/2003/12/my-life-is-peice-of-wax-falling-on.html' title=''/><author><name>JaneAnne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02951975939780408222</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-6029960.post-107090364215537460</id><published>2003-12-08T12:14:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-12-08T12:14:13.973-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Must print a formal retraction of paragraph "To Grr" from last blog.  Was disrespecful and harsh to implied person, and will strive to treat said person with the respect due.At any rate, Jessica's party was a blast, had some good times, and did a helluva lotta nothin since!  And with exams comin up, count me toast.  But, as I thought, the beer was skank nasty.  Leinenkoogels, leimenkoogels? (I </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amythemook.blogspot.com/feeds/107090364215537460/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6029960&amp;postID=107090364215537460' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6029960/posts/default/107090364215537460'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6029960/posts/default/107090364215537460'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amythemook.blogspot.com/2003/12/must-print-formal-retraction-of.html' title=''/><author><name>JaneAnne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02951975939780408222</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-6029960.post-107075054485541297</id><published>2003-12-06T17:42:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-12-06T17:42:35.993-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Things are goin famously!  Life is pretty sweet right now, and am goin to a hockey game in short order, yayh!  Playin LSSU, so unfortunatley the game will probably be really boring, but it's hockey!To "Grr": I've a pretty good idea who you are, and honestly you aren't on the top of my list either, but thank you for not putting anymore crap on my friends livejournal.  However, though doing as I </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amythemook.blogspot.com/feeds/107075054485541297/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6029960&amp;postID=107075054485541297' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6029960/posts/default/107075054485541297'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6029960/posts/default/107075054485541297'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amythemook.blogspot.com/2003/12/things-are-goin-famously-life-is.html' title=''/><author><name>JaneAnne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02951975939780408222</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-6029960.post-107065548514492215</id><published>2003-12-05T15:18:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-12-05T15:18:16.163-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Feelin much better today.  Just in a lotta pain.  Praise the Lord for painkillers.mook mood for the day: dirty and need to shower.  will be remedied shortly.mook music for the day: "Notorious" by Duran Duranmook hopes for the day: to get a shower before tanya gets back and kicks me out ;)</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amythemook.blogspot.com/feeds/107065548514492215/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6029960&amp;postID=107065548514492215' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6029960/posts/default/107065548514492215'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6029960/posts/default/107065548514492215'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amythemook.blogspot.com/2003/12/feelin-much-better-today.html' title=''/><author><name>JaneAnne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02951975939780408222</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-6029960.post-107057633257777868</id><published>2003-12-04T17:18:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-12-04T17:19:03.443-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Today, feelin very down.  I was readin my friend's livejournal, and an anonymous person said they hated me.  Which is all fine and dandy, can't make everyone happy.  It bothers me that they didn't come up and tell me to my face.  At least then I would be sure to know who it is, and find out what I did to cause such vehemence towards my personage.  I can't think of anything that I've done that is </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amythemook.blogspot.com/feeds/107057633257777868/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6029960&amp;postID=107057633257777868' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6029960/posts/default/107057633257777868'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6029960/posts/default/107057633257777868'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amythemook.blogspot.com/2003/12/today-feelin-very-down.html' title=''/><author><name>JaneAnne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02951975939780408222</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-6029960.post-107031028662540676</id><published>2003-12-01T15:24:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-12-01T15:24:56.646-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Cats and dogs, it's been forever and a day since I last blogged!  It's just been too crazy.Went to Chicago with Model UN, that was sorta fun.  Not like fun-I had the best time of my life-fun, more like fun-it was somethin different to do and i learned a lot-fun.  Didn't have dream the whole time I was there!  I think I was too tired to do anythin but sleep.  Shared a room with my friends, but </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amythemook.blogspot.com/feeds/107031028662540676/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6029960&amp;postID=107031028662540676' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6029960/posts/default/107031028662540676'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6029960/posts/default/107031028662540676'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amythemook.blogspot.com/2003/12/cats-and-dogs-its-been-forever-and-day.html' title=''/><author><name>JaneAnne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02951975939780408222</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-6029960.post-106945000133508682</id><published>2003-11-21T16:26:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-11-21T16:26:48.673-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>well.  there you have it.This week's been pretty good, I guess.  Turned in my paper, that was good.  Finally done with that piece.  And went and saw 311 and alien ant farm last night.  and Al Franken on tuesday night.  that was good times.  Hung out with a guy on tuesday, too.  a hot one.  guy, not tuesday.  so the concert was ok... janie and me worked real hard, so we both got in front.  and</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amythemook.blogspot.com/feeds/106945000133508682/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6029960&amp;postID=106945000133508682' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6029960/posts/default/106945000133508682'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6029960/posts/default/106945000133508682'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amythemook.blogspot.com/2003/11/well.html' title=''/><author><name>JaneAnne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02951975939780408222</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-6029960.post-106929824774126425</id><published>2003-11-19T22:17:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-11-19T22:17:34.646-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>&lt;!-- shinylemur.com What Irrational Number are you? version 1.0beta --&gt;What Irrational Number Are You?You are √2You are in good company, many other square roots are also irrational numbers.  Just by being a square root you have been branded a radical.  You are considered very attractive, especially by Europeans (at least on paper.)You fear that a relationship with another √2 may somehow end up </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amythemook.blogspot.com/feeds/106929824774126425/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6029960&amp;postID=106929824774126425' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6029960/posts/default/106929824774126425'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6029960/posts/default/106929824774126425'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amythemook.blogspot.com/2003/11/what-irrational-number-are-youyou-are.html' title=''/><author><name>JaneAnne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02951975939780408222</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-6029960.post-106901286061021091</id><published>2003-11-16T15:01:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-11-16T15:01:06.923-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>DisorderRatingParanoid:ModerateSchizoid:ModerateSchizotypal:ModerateAntisocial:ModerateBorderline:Very HighHistrionic:ModerateNarcissistic:ModerateAvoidant:HighDependent:ModerateObsessive-Compulsive:Moderate-- Personality Disorder Test - Take It! --</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amythemook.blogspot.com/feeds/106901286061021091/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6029960&amp;postID=106901286061021091' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6029960/posts/default/106901286061021091'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6029960/posts/default/106901286061021091'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amythemook.blogspot.com/2003/11/disorderratingparanoidmoderateschizoid.html' title=''/><author><name>JaneAnne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02951975939780408222</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-6029960.post-106893369883969099</id><published>2003-11-15T17:01:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-11-15T17:01:44.906-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>The Dante's Inferno Test has banished you to the Third Level of Hell!Here is how you matched up against all the levels:LevelScorePurgatory (Repenting Believers)ModerateLevel 1 - Limbo (Virtuous Non-Believers)LowLevel 2 (Lustful)LowLevel 3 (Gluttonous)HighLevel 4 (Prodigal and Avaricious)HighLevel 5 (Wrathful and Gloomy)ModerateLevel 6 - The City of Dis (Heretics)Very LowLevel 7 (Violent)HighLevel</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amythemook.blogspot.com/feeds/106893369883969099/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6029960&amp;postID=106893369883969099' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6029960/posts/default/106893369883969099'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6029960/posts/default/106893369883969099'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amythemook.blogspot.com/2003/11/dantes-inferno-test-has-banished-you.html' title=''/><author><name>JaneAnne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02951975939780408222</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-6029960.post-106893261060511313</id><published>2003-11-15T16:43:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-11-15T16:43:36.250-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>avoidant Which Personality Disorder Do You Have? brought to you by Quizilla</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amythemook.blogspot.com/feeds/106893261060511313/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6029960&amp;postID=106893261060511313' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6029960/posts/default/106893261060511313'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6029960/posts/default/106893261060511313'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amythemook.blogspot.com/2003/11/avoidant-which-personality-disorder-do.html' title=''/><author><name>JaneAnne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02951975939780408222</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-6029960.post-106893241138445367</id><published>2003-11-15T16:40:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-11-15T16:40:17.063-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>You're the smirk,a frown-smile hybrid that's alittle bit cocky and usually associated withevil or arrogant,but attractive people.Youprobably just don't give a damn,but it'severyone else's fault if you don't becauseyou're too awesome to have any real faults. What Kind of Smile are You? 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brought to you by Quizilla</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amythemook.blogspot.com/feeds/106893177954107968/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6029960&amp;postID=106893177954107968' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6029960/posts/default/106893177954107968'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6029960/posts/default/106893177954107968'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amythemook.blogspot.com/2003/11/you-are-lamentations.html' title=''/><author><name>JaneAnne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02951975939780408222</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-6029960.post-106885481764930558</id><published>2003-11-14T19:06:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-11-14T19:08:37.463-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Well, not much is new today.  Just felt like babbling.  To probably no one, but it's all good.  Everyone around me is having tough times... I hope it isn't catching!  But for my friends this week who were hurt/think they made a fool of themselves, you guys are the coolest.  I mean come on, you have a mook for a friend, can't get much cooler than that *grins wickedly while shaking trivial </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amythemook.blogspot.com/feeds/106885481764930558/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6029960&amp;postID=106885481764930558' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6029960/posts/default/106885481764930558'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6029960/posts/default/106885481764930558'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amythemook.blogspot.com/2003/11/well-not-much-is-new-today.html' title=''/><author><name>JaneAnne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02951975939780408222</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-6029960.post-106869666732264994</id><published>2003-11-12T23:11:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-11-12T23:11:12.566-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Duh.  You are "But WHY's the rum gone?!"You're not the smartest one in the bunch, butyou're sweetly appealing and you don't letdisappointment get to you.  Everybodyidentifies with you, because let's face it, whyIS the rum gone? Which one of Captain Jack Sparrow's bizarre sayings from Pirates of the Caribbean are you? brought to you by Quizilla</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amythemook.blogspot.com/feeds/106869666732264994/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6029960&amp;postID=106869666732264994' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6029960/posts/default/106869666732264994'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6029960/posts/default/106869666732264994'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amythemook.blogspot.com/2003/11/duh.html' title=''/><author><name>JaneAnne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02951975939780408222</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-6029960.post-106869624146587094</id><published>2003-11-12T23:04:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-11-12T23:04:06.806-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>"You Shook Me All Night Long" (by AC/DC)'Cause the walls start shakingThe earth was quakingMy mind was achingAnd we were making it and you -Shook me all night long. Which 80's Song Fits You? brought to you by Quizilla</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amythemook.blogspot.com/feeds/106869624146587094/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6029960&amp;postID=106869624146587094' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6029960/posts/default/106869624146587094'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6029960/posts/default/106869624146587094'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amythemook.blogspot.com/2003/11/you-shook-me-all-night-long-by-acdc.html' title=''/><author><name>JaneAnne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02951975939780408222</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-6029960.post-106869543013450970</id><published>2003-11-12T22:50:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-11-12T22:52:47.173-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'></summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amythemook.blogspot.com/feeds/106869543013450970/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6029960&amp;postID=106869543013450970' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6029960/posts/default/106869543013450970'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6029960/posts/default/106869543013450970'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amythemook.blogspot.com/2003/11/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>JaneAnne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02951975939780408222</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-6029960.post-106869503998213420</id><published>2003-11-12T22:43:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-11-12T22:44:04.773-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Forrest Gump! What movie Do you Belong in?(many different outcomes!) brought to you by Quizilla</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amythemook.blogspot.com/feeds/106869503998213420/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6029960&amp;postID=106869503998213420' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6029960/posts/default/106869503998213420'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6029960/posts/default/106869503998213420'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amythemook.blogspot.com/2003/11/forrest-gump-what-movie-do-you-belong.html' title=''/><author><name>JaneAnne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02951975939780408222</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-6029960.post-106869462307623189</id><published>2003-11-12T22:37:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-11-12T22:37:07.966-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Whoa!  It's been a crazy week-ish lately, have a lot to do, ya know?  But, ah, not doin a thing 'cept bloggin now! *breaks out into giggle fits of sweet contained rapture*This weekend had some wicked fun, went to friend Jessica's and got my drink on!  Prior to the sweet booze, seen probably The Worst hockey game I've ever had the privilege of watching.  The 'Cats played Ohio State, normally a </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amythemook.blogspot.com/feeds/106869462307623189/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6029960&amp;postID=106869462307623189' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6029960/posts/default/106869462307623189'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6029960/posts/default/106869462307623189'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amythemook.blogspot.com/2003/11/whoa-its-been-crazy-week-ish-lately.html' title=''/><author><name>JaneAnne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02951975939780408222</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-6029960.post-106814772481396678</id><published>2003-11-06T14:42:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2003-11-12T22:21:32.290-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'></summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amythemook.blogspot.com/feeds/106814772481396678/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6029960&amp;postID=106814772481396678' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6029960/posts/default/106814772481396678'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6029960/posts/default/106814772481396678'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amythemook.blogspot.com/2003/11/blog-post_06.html' title=''/><author><name>JaneAnne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02951975939780408222</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-6029960.post-106814775903150755</id><published>2003-11-06T14:42:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-11-06T14:42:42.280-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Bastard Publisher.  </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amythemook.blogspot.com/feeds/106814775903150755/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6029960&amp;postID=106814775903150755' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6029960/posts/default/106814775903150755'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6029960/posts/default/106814775903150755'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amythemook.blogspot.com/2003/11/bastard-publisher.html' title=''/><author><name>JaneAnne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02951975939780408222</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-6029960.post-106814768330174521</id><published>2003-11-06T14:41:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-11-06T14:41:26.576-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Happy Birthday Rachel Green!  She's turned the whoppin' one-niner today!  Way to go!In other, more depressing and scandalous news... I got into all the classes I wanted to!  Hells yah!  Wanna waste a few hours?  Check out 8-bit theater... it's a weekly online comic strip.  And it has Black Mage.  Need I say more?  the link is on the bottom right of this page!  Ciao!mook mood for today: </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amythemook.blogspot.com/feeds/106814768330174521/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6029960&amp;postID=106814768330174521' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6029960/posts/default/106814768330174521'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6029960/posts/default/106814768330174521'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amythemook.blogspot.com/2003/11/happy-birthday-rachel-green-shes.html' title=''/><author><name>JaneAnne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02951975939780408222</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-6029960.post-106809286691815454</id><published>2003-11-05T23:27:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-11-05T23:27:50.186-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>You are Form 0, Phoenix: The Eternal."And The Phoenix's cycle had reachedzenith, so he consumed himself in fire.  Heemerged from his own ashes, to be foreverimmortal."Some examples of the Phoenix Form are Quetzalcoatl(Aztec), Shiva (Indian), and Ra-Atum(Egyptian).The Phoenix is associated with the concept of life,the number 0, and the element of fire.His sign is the eclipsed sun.As a </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amythemook.blogspot.com/feeds/106809286691815454/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6029960&amp;postID=106809286691815454' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6029960/posts/default/106809286691815454'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6029960/posts/default/106809286691815454'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amythemook.blogspot.com/2003/11/you-are-form-0-phoenix-eternal.html' title=''/><author><name>JaneAnne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02951975939780408222</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-6029960.post-106809057932919706</id><published>2003-11-05T22:49:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-11-05T22:49:42.310-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Full moon on the 8th!  Too bad it's too darn cold to enjoy!  Fork the UP... but not really.  I'm quite fond of its desolate landscape, its piss-ass excuse for an economy, its generally down-right backwoods pedophiliac people.  Just a bunch a Michael Jacksons, ya know, crabby, broke, and all alone.  But I don't think he was a pedophile.  Spent too much time with his full-sized mannequins.  But </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amythemook.blogspot.com/feeds/106809057932919706/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6029960&amp;postID=106809057932919706' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6029960/posts/default/106809057932919706'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6029960/posts/default/106809057932919706'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amythemook.blogspot.com/2003/11/full-moon-on-8th-too-bad-its-too-darn.html' title=''/><author><name>JaneAnne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02951975939780408222</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-6029960.post-106799361862693951</id><published>2003-11-04T19:53:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-11-04T19:53:41.220-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Well,  welcome to my very second blog!  Pass the brewskies!Didn't do much today.  Danced while there was no one around, so I suppose it was a good day!  Listened to a lotta FFH (a Christian rock band, good times).  But now I'm listening to Weird Al's tribute to the first book of Star Wars, extreme good times!!Mapped out my future too, don't know if I told everyone, but my major changed again!</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amythemook.blogspot.com/feeds/106799361862693951/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6029960&amp;postID=106799361862693951' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6029960/posts/default/106799361862693951'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6029960/posts/default/106799361862693951'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amythemook.blogspot.com/2003/11/well-welcome-to-my-very-second-blog.html' title=''/><author><name>JaneAnne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02951975939780408222</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-6029960.post-106791946504716329</id><published>2003-11-03T23:17:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-11-03T23:17:47.936-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Holy Wah!  Thanks Spots for makin me a blog and givin me more distractions from the daily hum-drum!  You're the cheesiest!  Snaps to the Spots for her genius *snapsnap*!!Allow me to introduce myself, I am the mook, hear me roar *hackcoughsputter*.  That's mook with a small "m" thank you very much!  While this isn't very indepth into the deep and all-encompasing depths of the mookish mind (haha </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amythemook.blogspot.com/feeds/106791946504716329/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6029960&amp;postID=106791946504716329' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6029960/posts/default/106791946504716329'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6029960/posts/default/106791946504716329'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amythemook.blogspot.com/2003/11/holy-wah-thanks-spots-for-makin-me.html' title=''/><author><name>JaneAnne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02951975939780408222</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-6029960.post-106791869004955997</id><published>2003-11-03T23:04:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-11-03T23:04:53.116-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Test Spoink.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amythemook.blogspot.com/feeds/106791869004955997/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6029960&amp;postID=106791869004955997' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6029960/posts/default/106791869004955997'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6029960/posts/default/106791869004955997'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amythemook.blogspot.com/2003/11/test-spoink.html' title=''/><author><name>JaneAnne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02951975939780408222</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-6029960.post-106790012831737166</id><published>2003-11-03T17:55:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-11-03T17:55:30.636-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I have created this blog in the name of Amy. Stay tuned for further developments.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amythemook.blogspot.com/feeds/106790012831737166/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6029960&amp;postID=106790012831737166' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6029960/posts/default/106790012831737166'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6029960/posts/default/106790012831737166'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amythemook.blogspot.com/2003/11/i-have-created-this-blog-in-name-of.html' title=''/><author><name>JaneAnne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02951975939780408222</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>
