tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11707645963014610722024-02-06T20:51:51.319-08:00journey of the featherless...Corriehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03704474325932579391noreply@blogger.comBlogger47125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1170764596301461072.post-15885994819708592802010-12-12T17:39:00.000-08:002010-12-12T18:07:17.189-08:00remember george, no man (or woman) is a failure who has friendsI am so overwhelmed with emotions right now that I felt the need to write a blog entry about it. <div><br /></div><div>I cried when my mom helped me move into my house in August. I felt like a freshman...living with people I don't know with no friends to fall back on. My eight best friends from Temple had left the country for almost four months and I had no idea where to even begin. Everyone at Temple had their groups of friends already; I would be an outsider at best. For the first few weeks of the semester, I wanted to go home and return to Philadelphia in December when some of the people I love most would also be here. I'm not very good at being alone and I had temporarily lost the people upon whom I depended to make sure I never had to be for very long. </div><div><br /></div><div>However, I made new friends. This semester taught me that I am a likable person. The Corrie writing this now wants to punch of the Corrie of September in the face, because that Corrie was unnecessarily pessimistic. I have a whole other group of people to love now...funny people, kind people, smart people, people that I thought I would never meet this semester. If nothing else, having my best friends leave for a semester taught me to have faith in myself, because I am kind of great. Anyone reading this blog knows that I have had traumatic experiences with friends in the past, leaving me unsure of relationships, but this semester helped me realize that my fears have no basis. </div><div><br /></div><div>Waiting for Jimmy in the International Arrivals Hall this afternoon made me realize how important friends are. (At the risk of sounding corny, waiting in an airport and finally seeing the person you're there for is just as great as it appears in the movies. I thought the excitement was romanticized, but it's not.) Many people take having friends for granted. While I've never had a lack of friends around me, this semester helped me to realize that having good people in your life is a gift; one that should be appreciated everyday. </div><div><br /></div><div>I have never been filled with so much love as I am right now. Temple crew new and old, C Luvers, my family....I don't have just any old people around me. I have the best people. I wish there was some way to tell you all daily how much you make me beam, but this will have to suffice. Thank you for your love. </div>Corriehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03704474325932579391noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1170764596301461072.post-40838526311413631702010-06-20T10:56:00.000-07:002010-06-20T11:06:01.695-07:00Three About Me...aka...Bored At Work<div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-weight: bold;">3 names i go by</span>:<br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">co<br />crie<br />coorzie<br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">3 places i have been (or, the three places that have been influential in my life):</span><br />the american south, one of my favorite weeks ever<br />nova scotia, the best vacation of my life<br />long beach island, my favorite place<br /><br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">3 favorite drinks</span>:<br />arizona iced tea<br />water<br />limeade<br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">3 jobs i have had:</span><br />camp counselor<br />youth lobby supervisor<br />library page<br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">3 TV shows i watch:</span><br />glee<br />the office<br />30 rock<br /><br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">3 places i would like to visit:</span><br />ireland<br />argentina<br />australia<br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">3 fave retro tv shows </span><br />brady bunch<br />hey, arnold!<br />doug<br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">3 places I have lived:</span><br />carlisle, pa<br />1300<br />university village<br /><br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">3 favorite dishes:</span><br />baked macaroni and cheese<br />chicken satay<br />zucchini packets<br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">3 things i am looking forward to:</span><br />my birthday party<br />seeing my temple friends<br />moving into my new house with my new roomies<br /></div>Corriehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03704474325932579391noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1170764596301461072.post-8376579714558969382010-03-22T10:21:00.000-07:002010-03-22T10:24:25.326-07:00reason #32984 that i want to marry this man.<object width="480" height="270"><param name="movie" value="http://www.dailymotion.com/swf/video/xcnwqn"></param><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"></param><param name="allowScriptAccess" value="always"></param><embed type="application/x-shockwave-flash" src="http://www.dailymotion.com/swf/video/xcnwqn" width="480" height="270" allowfullscreen="true" allowscriptaccess="always"></embed></object><br /><b><a href="http://www.dailymotion.com/video/xcnwqn_ben-folds-on-chatroulette_music">Ben Folds on Chatroulette</a></b><br /><i>Uploaded by <a href="http://www.dailymotion.com/trentisthenewpink">trentisthenewpink</a>. - <a href="http://www.dailymotion.com/us/channel/music">Music videos, artist interviews, concerts and more.</a></i><br /><br />or at least be best friends forever.Corriehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03704474325932579391noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1170764596301461072.post-33493860759267076612010-02-24T21:35:00.001-08:002010-02-24T21:42:45.961-08:00addendum:<div align="center"> willdyne exavier's name should really be poopypants mcgee.<img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 350px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 225px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos-g.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-ash1/hs426.ash1/23612_318319904345_748829345_3221570_7574663_n.jpg" border="0" /></div><img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 339px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 247px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos-d.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-ash1/hs426.ash1/23612_318320319345_748829345_3221588_8052172_n.jpg" border="0" />Corriehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03704474325932579391noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1170764596301461072.post-76552864052170161492010-02-24T20:38:00.000-08:002010-02-24T21:31:10.678-08:00a jumbled and cheesy post about my life.<div align="center">i am so genuinely happy right now. </div><div align="center">everything about my life right now is great.</div><div align="center">i have things to be excited about right now, things to look back on and laugh, and things to look forward to in the near future. </div><div align="center">it's the perfect place to be and i'm glad i am here.</div><div align="center"></div><div align="center"></div><div align="center"></div><div align="center"><strong>i often think about my friends at school and how they're people i didn't know a year and a half ago.</strong></div><div align="center"><strong>i can't believe it's been this short of a time. i guess that's how college works, but it's still hard to wrap my head around. it feels like i've know them forever.</strong></div><div align="center"><strong>i feel so close to them; closer than i am with most people at home anymore.</strong></div><div align="center"><strong>they're some of the best people i've ever met. </strong></div><div align="center"><strong>they make school feel like home.</strong></div><div align="center"><strong>this semester has really solidified that they're great, great people</strong>. </div><div align="center"></div><div align="center"></div><div align="center"></div><div align="center">i am still beyond excited to go home this weekend.</div><div align="center">i am so excited to see my parents and smell brennan (ayyyoooo) and go to penn state with jayda.</div><div align="center">i like that i get to be excited about being at school and being at home. </div><div align="center">both are great places with great people.</div><div align="center">i want to hug everbody that i know repeatedly.</div><div align="center"></div><div align="center"></div><div align="center"></div><div align="center"></div><div align="center"><strong>i am jumping up and down at the fact that southern road trip '10 is only 9 days away!</strong></div><div align="center"><strong>i was talking to jayda about it the other night, and she said, "you guys are doing it right"</strong></div><div align="center"><strong>i had been saying how the car is going to be cramped and how tensions will be high, but she reminded me that it's something that i will always look back on. </strong></div><div align="center"><strong>i am positive that the cramped and smelly 8 days that i am going to spend in the car with 6 of my best friends is going to be one of those things that i will always remember. </strong></div><div align="center"><strong>i'm glad we chose a road trip. it seems so much more freeing and memorable than taking a bus or a plane to one destination.</strong></div><div align="center"><strong>it's going to be legen...wait for it...dary.</strong></div><div align="center"></div><div align="center"></div><div align="center"></div><div align="center">like i said, my life is great.</div><div align="center"></div><div align="center"><em>blogger sucks and didn't space my entry how i had it. </em></div>Corriehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03704474325932579391noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1170764596301461072.post-52166080455852966532010-02-12T13:43:00.000-08:002010-02-12T13:52:14.796-08:00my new favorite snack.<img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 275px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 201px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgWQvpWR31mZWWxIVBgpZtldkT9cq7BRxeZzh1qPsE73A5I_jpr9V4Q7s_RKSrJSS3IOlvpqP8-K-tb8RtGXrcnt42EBc7HjpMs2AvbAcO1CAUO7_Xt1bHy8gMJ4hnD4lTPiB54480ITgqi/s400/breyers_black_raspberry.jpg" border="0" /><br /><br /><div align="center"><br /></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-size:180%;">+<br /></span><br /></div><br /><div align="center"><img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 258px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://www.iateapie.net/images/brands/quakeroatmealsquare.jpg" border="0" /></div><br /><p align="center"><span style="font-size:180%;">=</span></p><br /><p align="center"><img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 137px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 124px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://t1.gstatic.com/images?q=tbn:_KrJUDa8NCA2ZM:http://www.buyrite.co.uk/images/645px-Love_Heart_SVG_svg.png" border="0" /></p><p align="center">i think i found my valentine.</p>Corriehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03704474325932579391noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1170764596301461072.post-2581409857203355982010-02-08T18:25:00.000-08:002010-02-08T19:06:22.202-08:00how hard is it to marry a weekend?<img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 433px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 286px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos-a.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc3/hs240.snc3/22745_1214079719841_1464240014_30549995_4223379_n.jpg" border="0" /><img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 423px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 243px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://hphotos-snc3.fbcdn.net/hs240.snc3/22745_1214072919671_1464240014_30549945_7721752_n.jpg" border="0" /><img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 464px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 249px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos-h.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-ash1/hs300.ash1/22745_1214081839894_1464240014_30550016_7563688_n.jpg" border="0" /><img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 449px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 242px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos-f.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc3/hs187.snc3/19449_1214007230297_1232280068_30502340_6398502_n.jpg" border="0" /><a href="http://hphotos-snc3.fbcdn.net/hs167.snc3/19449_1214009510354_1232280068_30502385_6540615_n.jpg"><img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 416px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 299px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://hphotos-snc3.fbcdn.net/hs167.snc3/19449_1214009510354_1232280068_30502385_6540615_n.jpg" border="0" /></a> <img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 428px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 233px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos-h.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc3/hs220.snc3/22745_1214085199978_1464240014_30550077_3505743_n.jpg" border="0" /><br /><div><a href="http://hphotos-snc3.fbcdn.net/hs187.snc3/19449_1214010830387_1232280068_30502411_1773289_n.jpg"><img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 440px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 251px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://hphotos-snc3.fbcdn.net/hs187.snc3/19449_1214010830387_1232280068_30502411_1773289_n.jpg" border="0" /></a><img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 452px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 255px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos-b.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc3/hs240.snc3/22745_1214552451659_1464240014_30551026_2861529_n.jpg" border="0" /><img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 463px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 270px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos-g.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc3/hs240.snc3/22745_1214552531661_1464240014_30551028_6053325_n.jpg" border="0" /><br /><div align="center">because i would like to hold this one in my arms forever and never let it go. </div><div align="center">one of the best weekends in a very long time. hands down.</div><div></div><div align="center">i am in love with everyone in my life. </div><div align="center"></div><div align="center">(check out <a href="http://maybeimanorangepeel.blogspot.com/2010/02/i-love-these-ladies.html"><span style="font-size:130%;"><strong>this</strong></span></a> video on caitlin's blog. it perfectly describes my friends and our weekend. they are good people. the best.)</div></div>Corriehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03704474325932579391noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1170764596301461072.post-36774938168722549872010-02-02T21:20:00.000-08:002010-02-02T22:17:05.547-08:00mrs. corrie segel?<div align="center">ode to my future husband:</div><p><a href="http://www.heebmagazine.com/files/photos/124/large/1842.jpg"><img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 500px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://www.heebmagazine.com/files/photos/124/large/1842.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><a href="http://ia.media-imdb.com/images/M/MV5BMTg3OTAyNDg5OF5BMl5BanBnXkFtZTcwODQ1MjUyMg@@._V1._SX500_SY395_.jpg"><img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 500px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 395px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://ia.media-imdb.com/images/M/MV5BMTg3OTAyNDg5OF5BMl5BanBnXkFtZTcwODQ1MjUyMg@@._V1._SX500_SY395_.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><a href="http://popentertainment.com/segel01.jpg"><img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 323px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 449px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://popentertainment.com/segel01.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><a href="http://chud.com/articles/content_images/5/jason_l.jpg"><img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://chud.com/articles/content_images/5/jason_l.jpg" border="0" /></a> oh dear sweet lord, i am head over heels in love with you. i want you to bring a full marching band to the airport to play "our song". i want you to serenade me with rockoperas about dracula every night as i drift off to sleep. i want you to hug me, because you are obviously a giant teddy bear. i want you to bequeath slaps to ME on slapsgiving. and to be honest, you have taken jim halpert's spot in my heart.</p><p>will you marry me? please?</p><p></p><p>ps. now that <a href="http://www.reelzchannel.com/movie-news/1324/exclusive-muppet-movie-talk-with-jason-segel-"><strong>this</strong></a> is happening nothing compares 2 u. </p>Corriehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03704474325932579391noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1170764596301461072.post-76480603608059850282010-01-28T10:45:00.000-08:002010-01-28T11:10:56.902-08:00road trip '10, part dallasfor our road trip this spring, my friends and i are each researching one city that we will visit/go through. i got dallas, and it looks like some mild fun. (what uppp, arrested development?!)<br /><br />dallas highlights:<br /><br />SIXTH FLOOR MUSEUM<br />museum set up at the dallas book depository where lee harvey oswald shot jfk from. steep price, but it could be cool, especially for a history nerdbomber like me. <br /><br /><br />HARRY HINES BLVD<br />also know as shoppers alley, everything i've read says it's a good place for bargain hunters. <br /><br />FAN MAN<br />a museum dedicated to new and old fans. <br /><br />AMERICAN MUSEUM OF MINIATURE ARTS<br />some sites say that this museum is closed, but if it's not it sounds awesome!<br /><br />DALLAS FARMER'S MARKET<br />sandwiches on the cheap! <br /><br />MARY KAY COSMETICS MUSEUM<br />lol, really? guided tours of mary kay's history?<br /><br />PIONEER PLAZA<br />here's what the website said, "a growing number of bronze, larger-than-life steers and their cowboy escorts move along pioneer plaza". is there anything better than a steer and his cowboy escort?<br /><br />FARMER'S BRANCH HISTORICAL PARK<br />covering history from the 1840s to the 1940s, a few original structures, such as log cabins, are available for free tours.<br /><br />UPTOWN AND WEST VILLAGE<br />i'm fairly certain this is the up and coming area of dallas. every description uses the word "eclectic"<br /><br />DALLAS CENTRAL LIBRARY<br />houses one of the original copies of the declaration of independence and shakespeare's firt folio of works!<br /><br /><em>to be continued...</em><br /><br /><em></em><em></em>Corriehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03704474325932579391noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1170764596301461072.post-66320148877961360652010-01-27T13:40:00.000-08:002010-01-27T13:50:33.753-08:00ch-ch-ch-changesi decided to change my blog title for a few reasons.<br />1. flowers in the window didn't mean anything to me. and it was kind of lame.<br />2. i am absolutely in love with cloud cult.<br />3. i feel like i am at the point in my life where the lyrics of this song are so meaningful. i'm trying to find myself while also holding onto the past. <br /><br /><object width="425" height="344"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/Sb52HhPwV5A&hl=en_US&fs=1&"></param><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"></param><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"></param><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/Sb52HhPwV5A&hl=en_US&fs=1&" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"></embed></object><br /><br />"there's so many people wondering what's the right direction, as far as i'm concerned, there's only one way up"<br /><br />ps. isn't the video that guy made AWESOME?! haha, just kidding.Corriehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03704474325932579391noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1170764596301461072.post-72250850391999624572010-01-20T20:58:00.000-08:002010-01-20T21:03:09.084-08:00i've got a feelin'that this semester is going to be good.<br /><br />i took all of my notes in econ and math today, which is a big deal because i usually forget to pay attention in those types of classes.<br />i've been waking up a half hour before my first classes and getting to them with time to spare.<br />i've already cooked myself some delicious pasta.<br />i'm pretty interested in the course material of all of my classes (except econ.)<br />i didn't know that my math class was a math class for teachers, learning how to teach math to children. (my first dose of what it means to teach children. hopefully this goes well)<br />i finished my first assignment of the semester in record time.<br />i feel generally motivated and happy.<br /><br />and i know that it's only two days into the semester, but this is a lot more positive than i felt at the beginning of fall semester. winter break was a good one for helping me figure things out about myself.Corriehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03704474325932579391noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1170764596301461072.post-72018077168398784382010-01-16T22:14:00.001-08:002010-01-16T22:22:02.383-08:00two things i don't understand.<img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 346px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 592px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://www.shockya.com/news/wp-content/uploads/tooth_fairy_poster_the_rock.jpg" border="0" /><br /><br /><br /><a href="http://www.jackiechan.com/attachments/2009/11/26/04/48180_2009112604374326.jpg"><img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 336px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 527px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://www.jackiechan.com/attachments/2009/11/26/04/48180_2009112604374326.jpg" border="0" /></a><br />are they being ironic?Corriehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03704474325932579391noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1170764596301461072.post-65644563578643518442010-01-15T20:58:00.000-08:002010-01-15T21:14:38.275-08:00"you can't love anything more than something you miss"<a href="http://bookcoverarchive.com/images/books/extremely_loud_and_incredibly_close.large.jpg"><img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 326px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 500px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bookcoverarchive.com/images/books/extremely_loud_and_incredibly_close.large.jpg" border="0" /></a> i was so affected by this book.<br />it is beautifully written, poignant, meaningful, and different. i fell in love with it from the first page.<br />jonathan safran foer is a genius of a writer and even the simplest idea sounds like a masterpiece because of his wording and the feeling that his words give off. every word is perfectly used.<br />you feel so many different emotions during the book, but you can't put it down. the story that foer tells is beautiful and the characters are unique. he develops them in a way that causes you to really know them; they feel real.<br />i was crying as i read the final pages of the book and i was sitting in the car with my mom when this happened. it was that moving.<br />i would recommend this book to anyone.<br /><br /><em>"What about little microphones? What if everyone swallowed them, and they played the sounds of our hearts through little speakers, which could be in the pouches of our overalls? When you skateboarded down the street at night you could hear everyone's heartbeat, and they could hear yours, sort of like sonar. One weird thing is, I wonder if everyone's hearts would start to beat at the same time, like how women who live together have their menstrual periods at the same time, which I know about, but don't really want to know about. That would be so weird, except that the place in the hospital where babies are born would sound like a crystal chandelier in a houseboat, because the babies wouldn't have had time to match up their heartbeats yet. And at the finish line at the end of the New York City Marathon it would sound like war."</em><br /><em></em><br /><em>"Sometimes I can hear my bones straining under the weight of all the lives I'm not living"</em> <a href="http://www.goodreads.com/user/new?remember=true"></a><br /><br /><em>""But it was unnecessary. </em><br /><em>There would be other nights. </em><br /><em>And how can you say I love you to someone you love?</em><br /><em> I rolled on my side and fell asleep next to her. </em><br /><em>Here is the point of everything I've been trying to tell you, Oskar. </em><br /><em>It's always necessary. </em><br /><em>I love you, </em><br /><em>Grandma""</em><br /><em></em><br /><em>"I stood on the bed, pointed my fingers at the fake stars, and screamed: 'I changed the course of human history!' 'That's right.' 'I changed the universe!' 'You did.' 'I'm God!' 'You're an atheist.' 'I don't exist!' I fell back onto the bed, into his arms, and we cracked up together."</em>Corriehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03704474325932579391noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1170764596301461072.post-55146278073448829652010-01-15T20:36:00.000-08:002010-01-15T20:56:05.586-08:00bill cosby is always right.<a href="http://hphotos-snc3.fbcdn.net/hs118.snc3/16553_1165584627353_1460010134_30428125_637526_n.jpg"><img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 367px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 291px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://hphotos-snc3.fbcdn.net/hs118.snc3/16553_1165584627353_1460010134_30428125_637526_n.jpg" border="0" /></a> <img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 375px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 230px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos-e.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc3/hs098.snc3/16553_1166227323420_1460010134_30429926_2966926_n.jpg" border="0" /><img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 368px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 259px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos-e.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc3/hs098.snc3/16553_1165686109890_1460010134_30428396_5206175_n.jpg" border="0" /><img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 367px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 192px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://hphotos-snc3.fbcdn.net/hs098.snc3/16553_1166218123190_1460010134_30429896_1187420_n.jpg" border="0" /><img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 366px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 255px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos-c.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc3/hs098.snc3/16553_1166218083189_1460010134_30429895_4675809_n.jpg" border="0" /><br /><br /><div>i'm obsessed with these kids. they're hilarious and adorable. they're staying with us for the weekend and here are some highlights from their first night. </div><div><br /></div><div><div><div><blockquote>me- so ethan how's life since christmas<br />ethan- well, i speak twenty-five languages now<br />mom- spreken ze deutsch?<br />ethan- <em>pause.</em> diana! don't question me!<br /></blockquote></div><div><strong></strong></div><div><blockquote></blockquote><strong></strong></div><div></div><div></div><div></div><div></div><div>ethan- it doesn't matter if you can't understand what ruth and christian are saying, you have me to translate.</div><div></div><div></div><div></div><div></div><div><blockquote><p>me- christian, do you want some water before bed?<br />christian- no...but do you want feet in your face?!</p><p><strong><br /></strong></p></blockquote></div><div></div><div></div><div></div><div></div><div>ethan- thom! mommy and me got you a bag of snickers!</div><div>dad- thanks, bud!</div><div>ethan- well, mommy got them for you but you can still give me one! or...three?</div><div></div><div></div><div></div><div></div><div><em></em> </div><div><em>kids DO say the darndest things.</em> </div><div></div><div></div><div></div><div></div></div></div>Corriehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03704474325932579391noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1170764596301461072.post-39542183942298237532010-01-11T12:33:00.000-08:002010-01-11T12:43:34.158-08:00sometimes i wish i had my own home that i could decorate and paint and style any way that i want.<br /><br />what's unfortunate is that, until 5 minutes ago, my dream home was just a mix of colors and patterns in my head; but i don't think i can go back to that time now that i have laid eyes on this:<br /><p><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 430px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 357px; CURSOR: hand" border="0" alt="" src="http://ny-image1.etsy.com//il_430xN.115158589.jpg" />i think i just fell deeply, deeply in love. how am i ever going to live without you, you beautiful thing?</p><p></p><p align="center">**from <em><a href="http://www.etsy.com/shop/Hindsvik?page=1">here</a></em><br /></p>Corriehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03704474325932579391noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1170764596301461072.post-5230623891324691052010-01-05T11:13:00.001-08:002010-01-05T11:20:03.095-08:00thoughts1. sometimes it's good to become apathetic in the morning. avoid many awkward run ins.<br />2. why would someone with the last name wood become a doctor?<br />3. i should never have watched julie & julia because now i want to cook.<br />4. i can't cook.<br />5. new years resolution?<br />6. you know who can cook? my mom. she created her own recipe for moroccan chili the other day.<br />7. i apparently need to catch up on classic dustin hoffman movies. i watched the graduate the other day and part of rain man today and they're so good. i need to see them all.<br />8. new years resolution?Corriehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03704474325932579391noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1170764596301461072.post-78803846019344282632010-01-02T14:33:00.000-08:002010-01-02T15:20:14.918-08:00so long, oh nine.1. What did you do in 2009 that you'd never done before?<br />lived in an apartment with a boy, worked at a camp for special needs children, watch the candidate i voted for get inagurated as president.<br /><br />2. Did you keep your new year's resolutions, and will you make more for next year?<br />i didn't make any, but i'm going to make some general ones for this year. (lose weight, exercise more, cut out soda, read more classic literature...generally make myself into a better person)<br /><br />3. Did anyone close to you give birth?<br />my cousin kate had the most adorable little red headed baby.<br /><br />4. Did anyone close to you die?<br />thankfully, no.<br /><br />5. What countrys did you visit?<br />stayed state side.<br /><br />6. What would you like to have in 2010 that you lacked in 2009?<br />a job at school, money, motivation<br /><br />7. What dates from 2009 will remain etched in your memory, and why?<br />july 24-26 sally's cabin weekend<br />july 30-august 2 visit to new england with tu crew<br />it was a good summer, haha<br /><br />8. What is your greatest achievement of the year?<br />becoming more confident and mature, fully realizing that i'm destined to be a teacher and that i was fooling myself otherwise<br /><br />9. What was your biggest failure?<br />not feeling motivated this semester, not losing weight when i really should have<br /><br />10. Did you suffer illness or injury?<br />not really, i was super sick one weekend in october but nothing major. no swine '09.<br /><br />11. What was the best thing you bought?<br />haha, my north face polar fleece. i may sound like THAT GIRL, but it's the truth.<br /><br />12. Whose behavior merited celebration?<br />first and foremost my papa. even though he is getting worse and worse by the day, every time i see him i still see a strength and courage that most people lose after what he has been through. he is one of the strongest people that i know and going through terminal cancer has only proved this to me.<br />my mom for continuing to be a strong woman, my dad for always making me laugh, my brother for maturing into a good kid, and all of my friends for being them. i am obsessed with the people in my life.<br /><br />13. Whose behavior made you appalled and depressed?<br />no ones really, it was a good year in terms of people.<br /><br />14. Where did most of your money go?<br />food and clothes.<br /><br />15. What did you get really, really excited about?<br />going home after freshman year and going back to school after summer. it's a cycle that i am happy with.<br /><br />16. What song will always remind you of 2009?<br />party in the usa, if i could turn back time, jumper<br /><br />17. Compared to this time last year are you:<br />a) happier or sadder?<br />happier, this time last year i was looking up what i would have to do to transfer schools. now i couldn't imagine leaving temple and my friends there.<br /><br />b) thinner or fatter?<br />fatter, but not by much. i hate myself for this.<br /><br />c) richer or poorer?<br />poorer, by a lot. it sucks not graduating every year.<br /><br />18. What do you wish you'd done more of?<br />be uninhibited<br /><br />19. What do you wish you'd done less of?<br />have my guard up<br /><br />20. How did you spend Christmas?<br />my aunt and cousins came and we opened presents and played the wii all day.<br /><br />21. Did you fall in love in 2009?<br />yes, i fell further in love with my friends.<br /><br />22. How many one-night stands?<br />365, one for every day of the year.<br /><br />23. What was your favorite TV program?<br />the office, glee, community, gossip girl (i'm not going to lie)<br /><br />24. Do you hate anyone now that you didn't hate this time last year?<br />nope<br /><br />25. What was the best book you read?<br />i'm only in the middle of unaccostumed earth by jhumpa lahiri but it is hands down the best. so plainly written but beautiful. the stories are so poignant. i also reread dress your family in corduroy and denim by david sedaris which is still the funnist book ever written in my mind.<br /><br />26. What was your greatest musical discovery?<br />cloud cult, monsters of folk, she & him, ted leo<br /><br />27. What did you want and get?<br />this is going to be cheesy, but happiness. i was uncharacteristically unhappy at this time last year and i am happy that those days are over. this year may not have been the most spectacular of my life, but something can be said for being happier.<br /><br />28. What did you want and not get?<br />i can't really think of anything. except a million dollars.<br /><br />29. What was your favorite film of the year?<br />inglorious basterds, up, district 9<br /><br />30. What did you do on your birthday?<br />had a taco feast with my friends, danced in the rain to michael jackson, and played frisbee at dickinson<br /><br />31. What one thing would have made your year immeasurably more satisfying?<br />motivation and a job, which kind of go hand in hand.<br /><br />32. How would you describe your personal fashion concept in 2009?<br />old navy, whatever flattered and fit my body. it was a rough year in this department but i like a bunch of things that i got this year. i wouldn't say i have a fashion concept.<br /><br />33. What kept you sane?<br />my mom and my friends, 717 and tu.<br /><br />34. Which celebrity/public figure did you fancy the most?<br />john krasinki, barack obama<br /><br />35. What political issue stirred you the most?<br />i think living with a gay man made me more and more upset about gay rights issues. i want everyone to be happy in their choices. (not that i didn't always care about this one, just more personal now)<br /><br />36. Who did you miss?<br />my family and 717ers when i'm at school.<br /><br />37. Who was the best new person you met?<br />no one really, but i became a lot closer with a lot of people.<br /><br />38. Tell us a valuble life lesson you learned in 2009?<br />just relax. and just dance.<br /><br />39. Quote a song lyric that sums up your year:<br />"so i put my arms up, playing my song, butterflys fly away"Corriehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03704474325932579391noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1170764596301461072.post-19830921412245879292009-12-26T12:17:00.000-08:002009-12-26T12:43:40.099-08:00a poopyhead christmas.<div><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5419643920432968786" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiAevWVB9yJBRgZ-ljNfpTSE-s1i9HmQJ313NAC2TxrJ6_0zQeFhQUvKpxacuxYC3tRC1ZLMkAFQKVUufl2SgijbILy0JWEga6BNQerJTtesKwTyRBkcb6yxsJX6izgVf7iz3DI1EMHqlfR/s320/IMG00146.jpg" border="0" /> <img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5419643930931817154" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjF06LPtfV1QR6JYsBUGeOMe3fEl40E6uE6UHZ-Y6yXbGOUBfugJfxDkBtTZakkHVx_Emdb4JnbMfRt67-TXUNiF1oAN0SVCOntIOLUyk6ojdTWBmiQi5aW-15xyZ7UZEYKW4TC5u1ioged/s320/IMG00149.jpg" border="0" /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5419643926598069170" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjqzEJ6PVIqDY096sjqd9cfwRAZIbyTnf-dHJEPAU2bbo_btr-AZh8y2zOnh97HjyS6lGtAJSpeGTtnnXhWOmM1fBtE32rGdwlXfMM4OxpH3FJCeaKn3ys7ZJT2sHXXTtlYYcujX_dmyGSn/s320/IMG00148.jpg" border="0" />christmas was beautiful! seriously in love with the holiday.<br /><div><div><div><div><div><div><div><div><div><div><div>i felt older this christmas, like it wasn't all about me and that felt suprisingly good. i realized that i don't want as much anymore, so i don't need as many presents underneath the tree. i get bigger more important things and presents are about quality not quantity. i'm not going to lie and say that there wasn't some jealousy as ethan, ruthie, and christian sat eagerly at the top of the stairs waiting to go down and see what santa brought them and all i wanted to do was sleep another 4 hours. (they woke us up at 7:30) i miss the excitement that comes with childhood and truly believing in santa, but christmas is still beautiful all the same. it was bittersweet, because it's most likely the last christmas that we will spend with my papa, my mom's dad, but we made the most of it. </div><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5419643935118122146" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhMvNhl1wzeSv_0ltSyLl5ZbauCOmT8YrhS8c-8dOkcgVKEPWGswKSP0e8UPx88_DFeKC_V8c5tXiMyB83yl43iG5l7OzHAfeP9O4HAz2xnfY5bCWwxVYHcpiDgF9Nj2qPW1aqnCTezJV23/s320/IMG00153.jpg" border="0" /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5419643935612238850" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEih2gK7CGgRZhEaJ8cIflrZU1Hp5HF73-hQIWX_cIvMlCXJzS_TFKed1AqWCJf-oVPQpab8Gye68GbmqD9UF2-mEQAUsAZC03FPZWkn-2yn4Xf9YpOO6gSjSUY-pTLT7m3i1HFkP5VRZxwN/s320/IMG00151.jpg" border="0" /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5419644317509106866" style="DISPLAY: block; 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MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEimikgswSR4ZJe0OQkIWrfAppFlCdJ3dnoiEVNnAAs989HMv-kvrN-5b04fvVH1m-to9ZizMpjbAZB94TUawA0I3oASen1AnOVMlZ36sEx9YwVC3yea1Kd8HdB_qo1yTo4cOtyxkb82woJj/s320/IMG00163.jpg" border="0" /></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div><br /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5419648251587065618" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhVZ0fEMisNPQnto9Fzzt8du7gB1pZW1-dCqYgEKr9qAdpmPF_T5A-Q5QpEXewjhAesfsNbS7tuwag1qKPqU08UZTbn4ST7AmpWo6Vazx6NSyu_AoRRoa9Jk1klucUY2X2DdWNLPfBXz9jK/s320/IMG00165.jpg" border="0" />Corriehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03704474325932579391noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1170764596301461072.post-11730544495370908272009-12-24T14:00:00.000-08:002009-12-24T14:13:47.236-08:00"if hall and oates met at temple, do they have a hall hall?"i am obsessed with my family.<br /><br />today my dad, brennan, and i continued our 19 (15 with all of us) tradition of christmas eve shopping. every year, we go out and get my mom's presents and brennan and i both get to pick an early present. i'm sure it started as my dad going last minute, but i really love our little tradition.<br /><br />here are some highlights from today's trip, because it was crankier than most.<br /><br /><ul><li>brennan and i buying my dad's present in cvs and him thinking it was "ass wipes"</li><li>brennan buying the worst gummies ever and ending up throwing them at my dad's car from across the wal mart parking lot.</li><li>my dad asking brennan to get me a "super buffet" or "matress warehouse" gift card and brennan going into both places to ask if they did gift cards then walking right out.</li><li>telling the boys that jayda thinks hall & oates are nerdy. brennan getting offended. my dad explaining what nerd means. ("in my day, a nerd was someone who farted in the bathtub and ate the bubbles")</li><li>my dad using the word "unfurl" to tell my brother to unfold a poster. brennan making fun of him. 20 minutes later my dad gets mad at brennan and this conversation occured:<br /><em>dad- i'm about to unfurl something<br />brennan- if you fart, i'm outta here</em></li><li>trying to pick out a new santa for my mom's collection, each involving an animal. calling her to say, "ok mom, a donkey, an elephant, a sheep, and a squirrel walk into a bar. which one do you sit beside?". she hung up on us. we chose the santa riding a donkey. it's nicer than it sounds.</li></ul><p>i love my boys.<br />merry christmas, everyone. </p>Corriehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03704474325932579391noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1170764596301461072.post-38679151418991949902009-12-22T22:12:00.000-08:002009-12-22T22:17:57.776-08:00(c)luvin home.i am seriously in love with carlisle. everything about it feels like home. there hasn't been a moment that i haven't been happy since i've been home. a list of things that have happened:<div><br /></div><div>1. i wore my snuggie out in public, meaning to tyler's hockey game.</div><div>2. snowed a lot. very pretty.</div><div>3. had a drunken dance party with my parents and their friends. so much fun.</div><div>4. had a 717 gift exchange party with my BFFs.</div><div>5. got lunch with todd, jayda, and jack. then went to the cutest used book store.</div><div>6. went sledding/impromptu snowball fighting at 10:30 at night with some long lost friends. fell in love with sledding at night.</div><div>7. went to wing night with BFFs. embarrassed myself in front of yet another waiter.</div><div><i>"how do you like the cake?"</i></div><div><i>"i like it! it has raspberry in it and i'm happy with that!"</i></div><div>8. played my favorite game, loaded questions, with my favorite people. </div><div><br /></div><div>seriously in love with the 717. seriously in love with home. seriously in love with christmas break. </div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div>Corriehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03704474325932579391noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1170764596301461072.post-33596567757878301172009-12-08T20:59:00.000-08:002009-12-08T21:05:01.319-08:00tis the seasonfor...<br />1. christmas<br />2. finals<br /><br />one is silver and the other sucks.<br /><br />while in the tech center attempting to finish my paper, i took a lil picnik detour and make this fancy little seasonal header. want to hear a funny story about poinsettias?<br /><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">this summer, my dad's friend was over and he ripped my dad's favorite golf shirt. (as in right off of my dad's back.) so the next time my dad went over to his friend's house, he was handed a shirt. this shirt was bright orange with plants all over it. the plants were green. my dad looked at the shirt and thought that the shirt was covered with poinsettias and that the makers of the shirt had just made them green to go against the bright orange/red shirt. he wore this shirt every time he went golfing this summer. the shirt is in fact covered with pot leaves.<br /><br /></span>time to work.<span style="font-style: italic;"><br /></span>Corriehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03704474325932579391noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1170764596301461072.post-55794817481801239832009-12-06T21:14:00.001-08:002009-12-06T21:18:37.199-08:00AccomplishedAnd by accomplished I mean in making that header, not in getting any actual work done.<br />But I swear I had every intention to revise my youth cultures paper, until I realized that not a single on of my bitch professor's comments were in any way helpful. She seriously sucks, I've never written more terrible things on a teacher evaluation. I have to have a conference with her tomorrow, so that should be fun. I hate this paper, so much. It's going to take over my life the next two nights.<br /><br />Fun weekend, though.<br />Stayed in and watched endless movies on Friday night. Laughed hysterically at Jacob Black.<br />Layed around all day Saturday, then went to the Broad Street Line A'Capella concert. Then Ron's, which was a lot of fun.<br />Layed around all day today, except for eating food. And coming to the tech center.<br /><br />Only three more days of classes! New York on Friday! Winter break next Thursday!Corriehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03704474325932579391noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1170764596301461072.post-19639753332453483122009-11-30T20:48:00.000-08:002009-11-30T20:57:11.249-08:00and we'll all shine on<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiwxYYOkOnXAdEqezlASk9O60EAy0lK6ANn28eQWXCKlDHzTZI_8lIuota-eq2OlRJALmGw0bFEjB8SKj2P6jB44wmQN-dcgiB-4D6Ru7De3aEHScb3SOaO6YhVm_RhwGrqFsaXp8KBtaGV/s1600/todd.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 239px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiwxYYOkOnXAdEqezlASk9O60EAy0lK6ANn28eQWXCKlDHzTZI_8lIuota-eq2OlRJALmGw0bFEjB8SKj2P6jB44wmQN-dcgiB-4D6Ru7De3aEHScb3SOaO6YhVm_RhwGrqFsaXp8KBtaGV/s320/todd.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5410126523062760834" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjpT4oJdzn6ObeYf-tL21NVn_rZERvvjc3n1pG23zqKMYBc5BuJF8-IJ1QD6E7bnZ7BPCLhlwSitaoFdvPI9dFmaHKjzGGTfPWZrB1wsEGyMg40ahdY3IZbbjmfYoamVOrt-EnSrNuQ19gg/s1600/nick.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 239px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjpT4oJdzn6ObeYf-tL21NVn_rZERvvjc3n1pG23zqKMYBc5BuJF8-IJ1QD6E7bnZ7BPCLhlwSitaoFdvPI9dFmaHKjzGGTfPWZrB1wsEGyMg40ahdY3IZbbjmfYoamVOrt-EnSrNuQ19gg/s320/nick.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5410126468565124690" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjDUwYmzq3pDDUs5Fnc7MV_sV943T__MD2cIWeHqJ8iH0sexVlA-esXzWFlKkvW-eBllmzZbXh5IjtgQh1DkUwlwzU-PPUrWG4pEwQ4ohia1YoHP1XDlqPilVoFaGauI0C0s3KpqV_bdG70/s1600/natejayda.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 239px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjDUwYmzq3pDDUs5Fnc7MV_sV943T__MD2cIWeHqJ8iH0sexVlA-esXzWFlKkvW-eBllmzZbXh5IjtgQh1DkUwlwzU-PPUrWG4pEwQ4ohia1YoHP1XDlqPilVoFaGauI0C0s3KpqV_bdG70/s320/natejayda.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5410126415038859490" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg2LIS6SrQ_VnDDWc6xg_txL-k1XXNzvMp7RW2JzqTDciW8vTiPnRCgTJL_AcNdzK9M90-Bm4k99NXRQenlrqWO6fwXl64dMTbAjMHFUWQBB__qMuLuUkA55bfl8SK9OkypKXVodJcGUjhf/s1600/boyz.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 239px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg2LIS6SrQ_VnDDWc6xg_txL-k1XXNzvMp7RW2JzqTDciW8vTiPnRCgTJL_AcNdzK9M90-Bm4k99NXRQenlrqWO6fwXl64dMTbAjMHFUWQBB__qMuLuUkA55bfl8SK9OkypKXVodJcGUjhf/s320/boyz.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5410126343556922722" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhotUOs8OJkPWQV8YlZ1leXATCc1Rm8021z8h_BytUul3TfDZJbYgqi3QyzTpX8nmX-9d-aBub81499O2x3CnDHZ3KBHTyLAHmIkO97W8QZt3G9iKsU7OuQfPl4ei1g2lYq_-nt8ztSbNZD/s1600/group.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 239px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhotUOs8OJkPWQV8YlZ1leXATCc1Rm8021z8h_BytUul3TfDZJbYgqi3QyzTpX8nmX-9d-aBub81499O2x3CnDHZ3KBHTyLAHmIkO97W8QZt3G9iKsU7OuQfPl4ei1g2lYq_-nt8ztSbNZD/s320/group.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5410126046329266562" /></a><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhXDEA_PXIKlhqXdCU_Yc0HWGkaGXP4MwnPgmV1f8FZnjYMBgs-eMly0pFoZX047xpTF74DivXC5CpClAvG9mhLU2gJ_uG3xEDV96i8NyEz99NexFuQPozgipxBue1yRzXPPMWqIH6LtxCM/s320/boyz2.jpg" /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">No matter how short it was, Thanksgiving break was lovely.</div><div style="text-align: center;">Those who live in the 717 are some of my favorites. They're just good people.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">I'm actually pretty excited for the next two weeks. I have a lot of work, but it's manageable. </div><div style="text-align: center;">I'm focusing on the fun things that are coming:</div><div style="text-align: center;">New York City for the day, Secret Santa reveal, viewings of every Christmas movie ever made, multiple A'Capella concerts. </div><div style="text-align: center;">I'm going to focus on these positives, rather than only thinking about the finals that are looming ahead. </div><div style="text-align: center;">Christmas season, show me what you got. </div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div>Corriehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03704474325932579391noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1170764596301461072.post-41570773511571375292009-11-28T12:43:00.001-08:002009-11-28T12:43:21.492-08:00thanksgiving break is such a tease.Corriehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03704474325932579391noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1170764596301461072.post-87714967404570457862009-11-23T23:35:00.000-08:002009-11-23T23:48:47.655-08:00<div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 10px; white-space: pre; "><object width="425" height="344"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/EHzMCFgTid0&hl=en_US&fs=1&"></param><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"></param><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"></param><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/EHzMCFgTid0&hl=en_US&fs=1&" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"></embed></object></span></div><div style="text-align: center;">I was just talking to Jayda about something that happened two summers ago. We mentioned that it had been TWO summers ago and it was crazy because it doesn't seem that far in the past. Time has flown by since college started and I'm having a hard time wrapping my head around it. I've always been told to enjoy my time here and to not let any second pass by because it's gone before you know it, but I never believed anyone. College would pass by at the same speed that high school did and I would want out by the time it was time for me to go.</div><div style="text-align: center;"> By the time I was a sophomore in high school, I was already counting down the time I had until college. In class I would day dream about what I would do once I graduated, how different life would be. But things are different has a sophomore in college. College is a bubble like no other time in our lives its. Nothing has been or will be the same as the experiences that colleges brings to us. And I'm now terrified of what's coming after. Finding a job, finding a husband, starting a family...WHAT THE FUCK. It's all so scary and it's getting closer and closer and I can't stop it.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">I cannot believe that I'm halfway through my sophomore year already. I'm starting to think about how I'll look back on my college life when I'm older; will I have had enough fun? Will I be the one with the good stories? Maybe I'm by father's daughter (which I totally am. It's almost ridiculous), but that's who I want to be. </div><div style="text-align: center;">I want to do well in school. I want to form life long friendships with people here. I want to be a proud Temple alumni. I want to get into the career I have chosen and do well. And I want to leave here with a handful of memorable stories.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">But right now, I'm going to live in the moment. I'm going to start living with no pre-action regrets. I need to stop thinking about things and start doing things, within limits of course. I want to loosen up and start talking to people that I wouldn't normally talk to and do things I wouldn't normally do. </div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">PS. No matter how cliche, this song is great.</div>Corriehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03704474325932579391noreply@blogger.com0