<?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-6066774</id><updated>2011-07-11T06:53:40.292-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Panther and the Hind</title><subtitle type='html'>You shall know the truth, and the truth shall make you mad. -- Huxley</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rssomogie.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6066774/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rssomogie.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Rachel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04256021456105487095</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>6</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6066774.post-106921968161533196</id><published>2003-11-18T21:28:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-11-18T21:28:08.120-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>today was a beautiful day: i absolutely looooove rain (i'm a dork, i know)... nothing puts me to sleep or wakes me up faster then the soothing sound of pounding rain. walking up the hill this morning to morning prayer was beautiful. dawn was just breaking and a thick mist filled the air. i always get so inspired to study and read my books on days like these. screw the frickin sun. it's way overrated. i had the best run this afternoon in the drizzling rain. one of my favorite enjoyments in life is taking long runs or walks in the pouring rain and getting absolutely drenched out my mind. good stuff dude. the wind and rain blew across the bau beese lake (however you spell the stupid word). it's times like these that i can believe in god. &lt;br /&gt;tonight was the whateveryacallit concert thingamabobamahoosit... it was actually rather nice to *ahem* play my flute again... hmm... nah.... well... maybe... nah... hmmm... *thinking*... *pondering.. ok, yeah.. fine. &lt;br /&gt;dude, keren stopped by this evening and helped put hillsdale people in perspective to real life. it's always nice to be reminded that when you think you're the stupidest person to crawl the earth and the biggest dork, that there's a lot of people out there who are the same who are dorkier then you. i mean, you want to keep your dorkiness b/c that's what defines you. if you didn't have it, you'd just be a blob that rolled around on the universe and life would be boring. i mean, think about it. yah. seriously (like oh my gosh *ditzy head tilt*). yeah. totally.      &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6066774-106921968161533196?l=rssomogie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6066774/posts/default/106921968161533196'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6066774/posts/default/106921968161533196'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rssomogie.blogspot.com/2003_11_01_archive.html#106921968161533196' title=''/><author><name>Rachel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04256021456105487095</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6066774.post-106910392010279576</id><published>2003-11-17T13:18:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-11-17T13:18:46.493-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>ok.. major fart on the retarded flute choir here... who in the world would want to belong to an all-girl group called *gag* *choke*... *puking*... 'angel's breath' or 'fortissimo' (whatever stupid name they ended up calling it... does that name not churn in your stomach??????) that plays horrifically out of tune and sucks (obviously not me). First of all, the 'conducter' (if she can be dignified with that name) doesn't know how to lead a group. Second of all, she doesn't know how to choose music. Third of all, she doesn't know how to teach. Forth of all, she doesn't know how to play. Fifth of all ... yeah... I'm off to rehursal. Woo woo! Excitment! (*cough* *ahem* *clearing throat*... not). &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6066774-106910392010279576?l=rssomogie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6066774/posts/default/106910392010279576'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6066774/posts/default/106910392010279576'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rssomogie.blogspot.com/2003_11_01_archive.html#106910392010279576' title=''/><author><name>Rachel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04256021456105487095</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6066774.post-106867976813204119</id><published>2003-11-12T15:29:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-11-12T15:29:33.093-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'> i attended morning prayer and class this morning. dr. weaire nearly suceeded in putting me to sleep in greek myth class, but i withstood the urge. i took a 6 mile walk and studied greek vocab before dinner. afterwards, i was very pleased to discover that we are going to have a storm this evening. &lt;br /&gt;i'm rather tired of the 'how are you' crap that people always say to each other. the one asking don't really care how the other is doing, so should htat person be honest with them? why clog the the silence with meaningless words or converse with people who don't care what you have to say?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6066774-106867976813204119?l=rssomogie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6066774/posts/default/106867976813204119'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6066774/posts/default/106867976813204119'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rssomogie.blogspot.com/2003_11_01_archive.html#106867976813204119' title=''/><author><name>Rachel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04256021456105487095</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6066774.post-106861113137837350</id><published>2003-11-11T20:25:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-11-11T20:25:36.193-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'> &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6066774-106861113137837350?l=rssomogie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6066774/posts/default/106861113137837350'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6066774/posts/default/106861113137837350'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rssomogie.blogspot.com/2003_11_01_archive.html#106861113137837350' title=''/><author><name>Rachel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04256021456105487095</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6066774.post-106861058693418234</id><published>2003-11-11T20:16:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-11-11T20:16:31.870-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Some random facts about myself: I'm twenty years old and this is my second year as a classics major at Hillsdale College... I'm facinated by space and rocketry, and hope to become an astronaut and explore the moon and the galaxy when I graduate... *ahem* *cough* (not). I WAS *cough* afullbredhomeschooler *cough*, and I studied at the New England Concervatory Prepatory School for seven years. I've toured with them to Austria, Hungary, Chech Republic, Cuba, Venezuela, and the United States. I'm from the United States greatest state *nose in air* Massachusetts (It's a sign of weakness to use the blinker when switching lanes). My getto-town, Lawrence, is about twenty-seven minutes north of Boston and four minutes south of the New Hampshire boarder. Lawrence's population consists of sixty-five percent Costa Rica immigrants. No, I don't speak Spanish.&lt;br /&gt;I have two older brothers, Nate (24) and Sam (22). Rufisbutt aka Ruth (17) will be married to Jay (33) in January. Nate is getting his masters at Bentley College and Sam works with computers and may apply to Hillsdale. Ruth and Jay are going to be missionaries in Europe in a few years. My father is a paralegal and my mom is out of a job at this moment since all her kids have graduated high school.  &lt;br /&gt;My life at Hillsdale consists of studying in the library or the room, attending classes or taking long walks. I a dork in that I and enjoy studying ... usually. Yah. That's me in a nutshell. Duuuuude. yah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6066774-106861058693418234?l=rssomogie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6066774/posts/default/106861058693418234'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6066774/posts/default/106861058693418234'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rssomogie.blogspot.com/2003_11_01_archive.html#106861058693418234' title=''/><author><name>Rachel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04256021456105487095</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6066774.post-106859568649806896</id><published>2003-11-11T16:08:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-11-11T16:08:11.500-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Weiiiiiiiird........&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6066774-106859568649806896?l=rssomogie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6066774/posts/default/106859568649806896'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6066774/posts/default/106859568649806896'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rssomogie.blogspot.com/2003_11_01_archive.html#106859568649806896' title=''/><author><name>Rachel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04256021456105487095</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></entry></feed>
