<?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-3783697</id><updated>2011-04-22T03:15:02.237Z</updated><title type='text'>CEG Member 4-ever</title><subtitle type='html'>A brief look into the lives of three FES (Foreign Exchange Students)...and their lives after they got back!!!</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://turtleshells.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3783697/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://turtleshells.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3783697/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Rachel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11720260438123510614</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>249</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3783697.post-108735194160436303</id><published>2004-06-16T02:08:00.000Z</published><updated>2004-06-16T02:13:04.010Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Ok sooooooooo I am a horrible person!!!! &lt;br /&gt;Antonello Happy Birthday I love ya!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So Shout out to...&lt;br /&gt;Court: Thanks for always reading!&lt;br /&gt;Antonello: For it being your b-day!!!&lt;br /&gt;Sadieh: Thanks FOR READING!  It's people like you who keep this blog alive!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Courts here so we are gonna party!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3783697-108735194160436303?l=turtleshells.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3783697/posts/default/108735194160436303'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3783697/posts/default/108735194160436303'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://turtleshells.blogspot.com/2004_06_13_archive.html#108735194160436303' title=''/><author><name>Rachel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11720260438123510614</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-3783697.post-108701134823019741</id><published>2004-06-12T03:30:00.000Z</published><updated>2004-06-12T03:35:48.230Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Blogging is like sooooooo College!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hello everyone (and by everyone I mean Court)  I mean you are the only one who reads this!  I thought I might suprise you with a little hiya!!!!  Miss ya~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hey Court remember the last week of College?  Remember how wierd it was...You know what I mean...WIERD..Oh well I love ya!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3783697-108701134823019741?l=turtleshells.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3783697/posts/default/108701134823019741'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3783697/posts/default/108701134823019741'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://turtleshells.blogspot.com/2004_06_06_archive.html#108701134823019741' title=''/><author><name>Rachel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11720260438123510614</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-3783697.post-108255233991394202</id><published>2004-04-21T12:58:00.000Z</published><updated>2004-04-21T13:03:36.186Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>The Chicago Showcase is drving me crazy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They are only taking six people going to the showcase, and it's all grad students who did have to audition.  And they automatically get jobs after graduation because they are grad students!!!  So, there!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS...I'm kidding, but just wait I am sure this will be the rumor flying around...SOoooooooo get it!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3783697-108255233991394202?l=turtleshells.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3783697/posts/default/108255233991394202'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3783697/posts/default/108255233991394202'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://turtleshells.blogspot.com/2004_04_18_archive.html#108255233991394202' title=''/><author><name>Rachel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11720260438123510614</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-3783697.post-108205994003810036</id><published>2004-04-15T20:12:00.000Z</published><updated>2004-04-15T20:16:12.106Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Stunning, unbelievable, shocking, Adorable, Nice, Neat, Amazing!&lt;br /&gt;Is what think you are!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3783697-108205994003810036?l=turtleshells.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3783697/posts/default/108205994003810036'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3783697/posts/default/108205994003810036'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://turtleshells.blogspot.com/2004_04_11_archive.html#108205994003810036' title=''/><author><name>Rachel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11720260438123510614</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-3783697.post-108205974747597676</id><published>2004-04-15T20:09:00.000Z</published><updated>2004-04-15T20:12:59.590Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I AM ENJOYING my last three weeks in College (For right now!!!)&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Court and I have reinvented ourselves.  We are the slacker-partyers we always wanted to be but never good.  Now F that it's to the bars every night!!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3783697-108205974747597676?l=turtleshells.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3783697/posts/default/108205974747597676'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3783697/posts/default/108205974747597676'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://turtleshells.blogspot.com/2004_04_11_archive.html#108205974747597676' title=''/><author><name>Rachel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11720260438123510614</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-3783697.post-108205965111498129</id><published>2004-04-15T20:07:00.000Z</published><updated>2004-04-15T20:11:23.250Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Will it ever happen?  I think it's about time to let go...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3783697-108205965111498129?l=turtleshells.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3783697/posts/default/108205965111498129'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3783697/posts/default/108205965111498129'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://turtleshells.blogspot.com/2004_04_11_archive.html#108205965111498129' title=''/><author><name>Rachel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11720260438123510614</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-3783697.post-108157462316538791</id><published>2004-04-10T05:23:00.000Z</published><updated>2004-04-10T05:27:27.733Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Sooooooo  e got 'em!!!! And I can't help it!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3783697-108157462316538791?l=turtleshells.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3783697/posts/default/108157462316538791'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3783697/posts/default/108157462316538791'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://turtleshells.blogspot.com/2004_04_04_archive.html#108157462316538791' title=''/><author><name>Rachel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11720260438123510614</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-3783697.post-107850733904162242</id><published>2004-03-05T17:22:00.000Z</published><updated>2004-03-05T17:25:17.030Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Mid terms left...0&lt;br /&gt;Rehearsals left...0&lt;br /&gt;What does that mean?!?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;SPRING BREAK&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm off to Ball State for the weekend to see RUTHLESS!  Then it's home to Chicago!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have a great and Safe Spring Break everyone!  Enjoy your respective Spring Break destinations!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3783697-107850733904162242?l=turtleshells.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3783697/posts/default/107850733904162242'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3783697/posts/default/107850733904162242'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://turtleshells.blogspot.com/2004_02_29_archive.html#107850733904162242' title=''/><author><name>Rachel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11720260438123510614</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-3783697.post-107768940357975462</id><published>2004-02-25T06:10:00.000Z</published><updated>2004-02-25T06:13:14.356Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;[GOD]&lt;/em&gt; GRANT ME THE SERENITY TO ACCEPT THE THINGS I CANNOT CHANGE, THE COURAGE TO CHANGE THE THINGS I CAN, AND THE WISDOM TO KNOW THE DIFFERENCE!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When you pour your whole heart and soul into something and it works out there is nothing more gratifying!  I love my play, I love my cast, and I love my nights when I am there!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now if only everything made me feel as fufilled as that I might have a life!  Haha Just kidding.  Things are looking up~ They have to be because I don't know how much more I can take!  But I am living each challenge moment by moment.  This is the best I can do, and it is enough!!!!  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So to make me smile ( and you if you care to read! ) Are the top 10 things that make my moments happy  &lt;br /&gt;10) Returning to my blog&lt;br /&gt;9) Feeling in control&lt;br /&gt;8)  Being able to see again (I just got my new glasses)&lt;br /&gt;7) Late night dinners!&lt;br /&gt;6) Talking on the phone to those people far away, but seem so close with a call!&lt;br /&gt;5) Inspiring instant messages and away messages (thank you)&lt;br /&gt;4) The people who've been there this past few &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;CRAZY&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; (to say the least) weeks!  Your smiles and hugs in hall just keep me going!&lt;br /&gt;3) Borad games and Birthday parties!&lt;br /&gt;2) Knowing I am going to Ball State a week from Friday!&lt;br /&gt;and the number one moment that makes me happy is...&lt;br /&gt;1) The MANY MANY Moments of A PIECE OF MY HEART!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3783697-107768940357975462?l=turtleshells.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3783697/posts/default/107768940357975462'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3783697/posts/default/107768940357975462'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://turtleshells.blogspot.com/2004_02_22_archive.html#107768940357975462' title=''/><author><name>Rachel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11720260438123510614</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-3783697.post-107725624872748139</id><published>2004-02-20T05:50:00.000Z</published><updated>2004-02-20T05:53:27.670Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>When things turn out unexpectedly I tend to freak out and not no where to turn.  For the first time I feel I am free, free of the way I am supposed to be, free of the chains, free to be me.  And while it might not work out for some people, it works for me!  And it feels good.  I can't, I won't put in the effort when it is not returned.  I can't, I won't love unconditionally beyond all else; when I am afraid If I should happen to fall you will be somewhere else.  I can't, and I won't live in the past any longer.  This is my promise to myself.  These are the rules to being me!  &lt;br /&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;What does it mean to be happy?  &lt;br /&gt;Is happy having 150 friends?&lt;br /&gt;Is happy having somewhere to be on the weekends?&lt;br /&gt;Is happy doing what my paretns want?&lt;br /&gt;Is happy doing what my friends want?&lt;br /&gt;Is happy living safe?&lt;br /&gt;No!&lt;br /&gt;Happy is contentment!&lt;br /&gt;Happy is trusting no matter what, above all else they will be there.&lt;br /&gt;And I have found it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life is a risk...You win some you lose some, but all the lessons are worth learning.&lt;br /&gt;-Me&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3783697-107725624872748139?l=turtleshells.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3783697/posts/default/107725624872748139'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3783697/posts/default/107725624872748139'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://turtleshells.blogspot.com/2004_02_15_archive.html#107725624872748139' title=''/><author><name>Rachel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11720260438123510614</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-3783697.post-107725564490131655</id><published>2004-02-20T05:40:00.000Z</published><updated>2004-02-20T05:43:23.356Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>After so much bad, things are finally starting to better.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3783697-107725564490131655?l=turtleshells.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3783697/posts/default/107725564490131655'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3783697/posts/default/107725564490131655'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://turtleshells.blogspot.com/2004_02_15_archive.html#107725564490131655' title=''/><author><name>Rachel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11720260438123510614</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-3783697.post-107708674019511681</id><published>2004-02-18T06:45:00.000Z</published><updated>2004-02-18T06:48:15.810Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I just read my parents blog (from when I was in England) and my blog from when I was in England.  I laughed so hard my stomach hurts.  I forgot about so much stuff!  I was so funny when I was in England!  What happened?  America made me not funny!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3783697-107708674019511681?l=turtleshells.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3783697/posts/default/107708674019511681'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3783697/posts/default/107708674019511681'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://turtleshells.blogspot.com/2004_02_15_archive.html#107708674019511681' title=''/><author><name>Rachel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11720260438123510614</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-3783697.post-107697412620180725</id><published>2004-02-16T23:28:00.001Z</published><updated>2004-02-16T23:31:20.356Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>P.S.  I have offically retired from acting!  Do you think I can collect social security?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3783697-107697412620180725?l=turtleshells.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3783697/posts/default/107697412620180725'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3783697/posts/default/107697412620180725'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://turtleshells.blogspot.com/2004_02_15_archive.html#107697412620180725' title=''/><author><name>Rachel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11720260438123510614</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-3783697.post-107697409839805216</id><published>2004-02-16T23:28:00.000Z</published><updated>2004-02-16T23:30:52.560Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>This is in response to the post on Monty's blog:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;     I am outraged!!!!!!!!!!!  Number one she is missing the whole point of the Monologues which is to bring awareness in order to stop Violence against Women and girls!  I should ask her if she would be interested in purchasing a chocolate vagina!  &lt;br /&gt;     Just a side note.  Is anyone aware that the girls who started the Vagina Monologues on the Weslyan Campus made chocolate vaginas.  Then left notes in factulty mail boxes that asked if they would be interested in purchasing the vaginas to send to someone for a Valentine.  The faculty was so outraged they tried to bring the girls up on disciplinary charges.  However, when it came down to the hearing the only people who showed up were those in support of the girls.  &lt;br /&gt;     We were also given a hard time here on the ISU Campus.  We had to fight to get tables in order to promote our show.  We were accused of being lewd.  One lady actually told outrproducer "Well maybe is you just change the title people wouldn't be so offended!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PEOPLE!  Why are they so afraid of the word...VAGINA?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3783697-107697409839805216?l=turtleshells.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3783697/posts/default/107697409839805216'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3783697/posts/default/107697409839805216'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://turtleshells.blogspot.com/2004_02_15_archive.html#107697409839805216' title=''/><author><name>Rachel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11720260438123510614</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-3783697.post-107697329784022448</id><published>2004-02-16T23:14:00.001Z</published><updated>2004-02-16T23:17:32.170Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>HELP ME...The gallery screwed me, the Bone is booked, where am I going to do my show?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3783697-107697329784022448?l=turtleshells.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3783697/posts/default/107697329784022448'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3783697/posts/default/107697329784022448'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://turtleshells.blogspot.com/2004_02_15_archive.html#107697329784022448' title=''/><author><name>Rachel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11720260438123510614</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-3783697.post-107697326547913737</id><published>2004-02-16T23:14:00.000Z</published><updated>2004-02-16T23:16:59.810Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Isn't it funny how things change so quickly.  One minute you see people before you and you have so much love and compassion for them.  And then they do something and they say something, and it's gone.  And you feel so foolish that you even let them in the first place.  You try so hard to get back to where you were before.  You pretend you didn't hear it or that you think they said something else, or maybe you misunderstood.  No matter how much you try things are changed forever.  When you look at them all you see is hurt and betrayal.  And you think will it ever get back to normal, will it ever be as before.  And the feeling in the pit of your stomach that scares you to death more than anything, is the unrelenting feeling of NO.  What do you do?  Because the trust has been broken.  The most precious gift has been lost.  And even though you try to keep trusting and fogetting that you have been hurt, your head and your heart know better.  And so you once again build a wall.  WHAT DO YOU DO THEN?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3783697-107697326547913737?l=turtleshells.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3783697/posts/default/107697326547913737'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3783697/posts/default/107697326547913737'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://turtleshells.blogspot.com/2004_02_15_archive.html#107697326547913737' title=''/><author><name>Rachel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11720260438123510614</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-3783697.post-107674389653868857</id><published>2004-02-14T07:31:00.000Z</published><updated>2004-02-14T07:34:07.110Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>It seems like everyone is suffering from a case of depression...Including me.  I think we are all wondering what happened?  This is our last semester why does it suck.  But since we are all going through it, I jsut want you all to know..I know how you feel!   It's just one thing after another.  And I am here for you.  If I can make your day better in anyway I will!  I love you, and you all have touched my life tremendously.  I couldn't have survived the past three and half years without you!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With that said...My life sucks right now!   hehe Just kidding (Kind of!)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3783697-107674389653868857?l=turtleshells.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3783697/posts/default/107674389653868857'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3783697/posts/default/107674389653868857'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://turtleshells.blogspot.com/2004_02_08_archive.html#107674389653868857' title=''/><author><name>Rachel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11720260438123510614</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-3783697.post-107645469956847623</id><published>2004-02-10T23:11:00.001Z</published><updated>2004-02-10T23:14:05.936Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I have had my faith in the people who call themselves artists shaken in the past few days.&lt;br /&gt;I am astonished at the arrogant attitude that this theatre department represents.  I have seen people I much admire and respect snub their noses at a certain project because they didn't deem it as worthy in their eyes!  How dare any of us judge another group of artists for putting on a play! Just because they are not "theatre majors" does this mean they are incapable of art? How lucky are we to go to school and do everyday what we love.  We should delight in the fact that people “outside the department” want to share in something we are so passionate about! &lt;br /&gt;  We are becoming overly critical and cynical.  Criticism is good as long as we are cognizant of the fact it is supposed to be constructive.  I can't sit in another class where people nit pick every miniscule detail just to find something wrong.  We should be supportive of all art because we are a community.  Should you like everything?  No of course not!  But my God, we should support fellow artists for taking a chance!&lt;br /&gt;	My faith was restored today when I guest spoke in a freshman class about A Piece of My Heart.  They were so passionate about this play, and so invested in the story.  It was truly beautiful.  Not one of them was conscious of how smart they sounded, or how others would view their opinion.  This is where art stems from.  Art comes from the heart!  I am so upset at the attitudes of my “fellow artists”.  You used your extreme “knowledge and power” and broke the confidence of people who are taking risks (Which according to what we are taught is what theatre is about!)  I hope you are very proud!  Look at what you can do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok I am off my soapbox now!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3783697-107645469956847623?l=turtleshells.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3783697/posts/default/107645469956847623'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3783697/posts/default/107645469956847623'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://turtleshells.blogspot.com/2004_02_08_archive.html#107645469956847623' title=''/><author><name>Rachel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11720260438123510614</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-3783697.post-107645467615822020</id><published>2004-02-10T23:11:00.000Z</published><updated>2004-02-10T23:13:42.530Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I am entering the wonderful world of blogging again, becuase I realized I need a place to vent! And this community has always been the best listeners!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3783697-107645467615822020?l=turtleshells.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3783697/posts/default/107645467615822020'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3783697/posts/default/107645467615822020'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://turtleshells.blogspot.com/2004_02_08_archive.html#107645467615822020' title=''/><author><name>Rachel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11720260438123510614</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-3783697.post-106643079246565753</id><published>2003-10-17T22:46:00.001Z</published><updated>2003-10-17T22:46:32.170Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I have an inflamed eye.&lt;br /&gt;I promise...that is all. &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3783697-106643079246565753?l=turtleshells.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3783697/posts/default/106643079246565753'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3783697/posts/default/106643079246565753'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://turtleshells.blogspot.com/2003_10_12_archive.html#106643079246565753' title=''/><author><name>Rachel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11720260438123510614</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-3783697.post-106643077275355881</id><published>2003-10-17T22:46:00.000Z</published><updated>2003-10-17T22:46:12.463Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>My hair goes down to my boob.&lt;br /&gt;that is all. &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3783697-106643077275355881?l=turtleshells.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3783697/posts/default/106643077275355881'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3783697/posts/default/106643077275355881'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://turtleshells.blogspot.com/2003_10_12_archive.html#106643077275355881' title=''/><author><name>Rachel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11720260438123510614</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-3783697.post-106643074717952214</id><published>2003-10-17T22:45:00.000Z</published><updated>2003-10-17T22:45:46.903Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I'm blogging so this doesn't get erased.&lt;br /&gt;That is all. &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3783697-106643074717952214?l=turtleshells.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3783697/posts/default/106643074717952214'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3783697/posts/default/106643074717952214'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://turtleshells.blogspot.com/2003_10_12_archive.html#106643074717952214' title=''/><author><name>Rachel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11720260438123510614</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-3783697.post-106038279463550896</id><published>2003-08-08T22:46:00.000Z</published><updated>2003-08-08T22:47:42.806Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>So I went to phsyic and she read my tarot!  And yes, she bascially confirmed that I am a bad person!   She said I was going to be married twice!  The first time  I get married it will be for money, and that I was going to marry someone with one foot in the grave!  The second time I marry it will be for love!  I was like wow!  The cards really don't lie!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She also told me that I needed to go and live in England for awhile!  Cause I was going to find fame fortune and love there!  Well, yes of course.  I am going to marry the Prince!  I think my future is pretty obvious!  I am going to marry Prince Charles and then he is going to die and then I am going to marry one of his sons!  It's a hard life, but someone has to live it!!!!&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; Last note of news...I am going to become famous tomorrow...So wish me luck!!!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3783697-106038279463550896?l=turtleshells.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3783697/posts/default/106038279463550896'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3783697/posts/default/106038279463550896'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://turtleshells.blogspot.com/2003_08_03_archive.html#106038279463550896' title=''/><author><name>Rachel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11720260438123510614</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-3783697.post-106011482718976719</id><published>2003-08-05T20:20:00.000Z</published><updated>2003-08-05T20:20:27.160Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Just a note I will be getting my six year chip this month!  Six years without seeing him, but the love grows everyday!  (Single tear)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3783697-106011482718976719?l=turtleshells.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3783697/posts/default/106011482718976719'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3783697/posts/default/106011482718976719'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://turtleshells.blogspot.com/2003_08_03_archive.html#106011482718976719' title=''/><author><name>Rachel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11720260438123510614</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-3783697.post-106011472985048801</id><published>2003-08-05T20:18:00.000Z</published><updated>2003-08-08T01:38:32.850Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Just a reminder our support group:  Getting over Kris Nisavic, will reconvene this week after the summer holiday!  I would like to officially welcome Courtney Rioux to the group!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the agenda this week:  We have guest speaker Aimee O'Brien with us.  She will be giving a talk entitled:  "Yeah I am in still in Love with, how to live my life anyway!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will give a short refelcting speech entitled: "So you called Dan, Kris!  What should you do know"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hope you all can attend!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3783697-106011472985048801?l=turtleshells.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3783697/posts/default/106011472985048801'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3783697/posts/default/106011472985048801'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://turtleshells.blogspot.com/2003_08_03_archive.html#106011472985048801' title=''/><author><name>Rachel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11720260438123510614</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-3783697.post-105957708709020544</id><published>2003-07-30T14:58:00.000Z</published><updated>2003-07-30T14:59:01.573Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>A nice relaxful weekend home= nothing but drama.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Note to self when one returns to ones own high school...Nothing and I mean nothing but drama comes from it!  You would think people who grow up, but I have learned that once you enter the doors of MMC you revert back to H.S...AGE has no barrior....GROSS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another note to self...When going home for a nice relaxful weekend at home...Go home and STAY there.  Do not leave.  The house is safe!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3783697-105957708709020544?l=turtleshells.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3783697/posts/default/105957708709020544'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3783697/posts/default/105957708709020544'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://turtleshells.blogspot.com/2003_07_27_archive.html#105957708709020544' title=''/><author><name>Rachel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11720260438123510614</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-3783697.post-105905283525123071</id><published>2003-07-24T13:20:00.000Z</published><updated>2003-07-24T13:20:35.233Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Last day Preview!  Woohoo, best day of my life.  Seriously it's going to be up there with my wedding, the birth of my children, and the last day of preview!!!!  NO more this is the 2003-2004 catalog, no more the is your first year survival guide, no more Click the box!!!!!  After 22 previews and 62 presentations (Day 1 and Day 2)  it's over!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess it's bittersweet.  I had a lot of fun this summer.  Made a lot of great friends, and had tons fun with the old ones!  Yeah Thursday...Well I'm off to the last day he-ey!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3783697-105905283525123071?l=turtleshells.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3783697/posts/default/105905283525123071'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3783697/posts/default/105905283525123071'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://turtleshells.blogspot.com/2003_07_20_archive.html#105905283525123071' title=''/><author><name>Rachel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11720260438123510614</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-3783697.post-105896838468870895</id><published>2003-07-23T13:53:00.000Z</published><updated>2003-07-23T13:53:04.636Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>This had turned out to be a pretty good week!!!!!  I prepped my last set of summer folders ever, and for other reasons!!!!!!!  Woohoo last week of preview!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Carlo.......WHERE'S MY DIET COKE??????????????&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3783697-105896838468870895?l=turtleshells.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3783697/posts/default/105896838468870895'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3783697/posts/default/105896838468870895'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://turtleshells.blogspot.com/2003_07_20_archive.html#105896838468870895' title=''/><author><name>Rachel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11720260438123510614</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-3783697.post-105854097340818201</id><published>2003-07-18T15:09:00.000Z</published><updated>2003-07-18T15:09:33.386Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Please go to www.rachel-and-courtney.blogspot.com, for the most exciting reads ever!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3783697-105854097340818201?l=turtleshells.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3783697/posts/default/105854097340818201'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3783697/posts/default/105854097340818201'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://turtleshells.blogspot.com/2003_07_13_archive.html#105854097340818201' title=''/><author><name>Rachel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11720260438123510614</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-3783697.post-105854091629245537</id><published>2003-07-18T15:08:00.000Z</published><updated>2003-07-18T15:08:36.286Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Ladies and Gentleman....I have great news...Miss A.  Has been spotted alive and well!!!!!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3783697-105854091629245537?l=turtleshells.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3783697/posts/default/105854091629245537'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3783697/posts/default/105854091629245537'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://turtleshells.blogspot.com/2003_07_13_archive.html#105854091629245537' title=''/><author><name>Rachel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11720260438123510614</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-3783697.post-105846312460890884</id><published>2003-07-17T17:32:00.000Z</published><updated>2003-07-17T17:32:04.486Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Ladies and Gentleman according to Carlo Garcia, Courtney and I are Queens of the universe.  Now he gets it...Why can't all of you?!?!  We won't make you bow... only curtsy, a little!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3783697-105846312460890884?l=turtleshells.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3783697/posts/default/105846312460890884'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3783697/posts/default/105846312460890884'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://turtleshells.blogspot.com/2003_07_13_archive.html#105846312460890884' title=''/><author><name>Rachel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11720260438123510614</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-3783697.post-105841294124413909</id><published>2003-07-17T03:35:00.000Z</published><updated>2003-07-17T03:35:41.216Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Shuffle; hop; step!  Just got back from tap class.  It was fun last night Court and I retrieved all of our old blogs from England!  And I read them last night and today at work....Hi-larious.  When I was in England I was really funny.  When Court was in England she was funny.  England is like Biazzaro America!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Still nothing to report about I am just living the crazy life.  Just doing the thing that everybody does but nobody talks about.  (NOt that; mind out of the gutters please)  I just wish people, real people, not movie people, but real people said what they felt and you didn't have to worry about dumb things like ex's and work and that if you all the things to loose a guy in 10 days you would actually fall in love, and if you tried to get revenge on a guy you would actually fall in love...Ah live is not a movie!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I said it once and I'll say it again...I wish life was a Disney movie cause I could use a prince charming right about now!!!!!!  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3783697-105841294124413909?l=turtleshells.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3783697/posts/default/105841294124413909'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3783697/posts/default/105841294124413909'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://turtleshells.blogspot.com/2003_07_13_archive.html#105841294124413909' title=''/><author><name>Rachel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11720260438123510614</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-3783697.post-105832260068349548</id><published>2003-07-16T02:30:00.000Z</published><updated>2003-07-16T02:30:00.610Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Ok so this is for Carlo!!!!  I e-mailed you in virtual class and you never e-mailed me back!  It's like note writing in Junior High if somone write you, you write them back and you better include all the codes like WBS, and LYLAS, and TTLY!!!!  Hello it's note ettiquite!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nothing big is happening.  Work work work!!!!  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Summer is boring but we have been have crazy PA margarita nights.  He-ey!  I'm looking for monologues now!  I know this is all enthralling.  This is why I don't write.  And the fact that nobdy comments.  Maybe if you people cared, I'd care too!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3783697-105832260068349548?l=turtleshells.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3783697/posts/default/105832260068349548'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3783697/posts/default/105832260068349548'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://turtleshells.blogspot.com/2003_07_13_archive.html#105832260068349548' title=''/><author><name>Rachel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11720260438123510614</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-3783697.post-95962650</id><published>2003-06-23T23:51:00.000Z</published><updated>2003-06-23T23:51:16.026Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>This is not a joke.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*I hear a know at the door.  We think it is Kip, so I look in the peep whole.  As I do this guy says&lt;br /&gt;"Dude I can see you.  We are nice open the door"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So  instead of putting the chain lock on, in a state of shock I opened the door.  Where two guys are standing.  He gives me some spiel about him being a radio DJ...blah blah blah.  Then he says can I come in and use your table.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now the boy sounded just like Eminem and therefore didn't unnciate very well and so I said yes.  Well then the two walk into my apartment.  the guy sits on my couxh and asks me to sit next to him.   It was all very strange.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The guys started cracking dumb jokes, gay jokes, and dirty jokes.  I was not amused.  He kpet asking me if I was nice.  He asked me my name and when I told him Rachel he told me about his brother who dated a mean girl name Rachel and he spent the rest of the time asking me if I was mean.  Then he asked Sadieh what her name was and called her Cynthia the rest of the time.  Needless to say, we didn't buy any magazines.  Then he said there were several ways to pay cash, check, hugs and kisses.  Blah and then he was complaining that I wasn't buying anything becuase he wasn't cute.  Um yeah ya think?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What finally got him out is when Sadieh said "This is like a movie.  A movie where the strange men rape and murder the women"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That freaked him out and he left.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Moral of the story don't let strange guysn in your apartment.  Seems simple enough huh?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3783697-95962650?l=turtleshells.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3783697/posts/default/95962650'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3783697/posts/default/95962650'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://turtleshells.blogspot.com/2003_06_22_archive.html#95962650' title=''/><author><name>Rachel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11720260438123510614</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-3783697.post-95922015</id><published>2003-06-22T19:25:00.000Z</published><updated>2003-06-22T19:25:58.893Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>OK so it the weekend is over, and of course I haven't done this in a while, but it's time to get back into the swing of things!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's a conversation we just had:&lt;br /&gt;Me: I should put pictures up on my blog of our party this weekend.\&lt;br /&gt;Court: Yeah you should, but you can't unless you pay.&lt;br /&gt;Me: Fuck no!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Moral of the story is Blogger, you'll never get my money! hahaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, it's been a while but it's time for a list.&lt;br /&gt;This is you know it's been a good weekend when:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*You have a party on Friday for your new roomate to meet the memebers of theatre department and no one but people from your work show up!&lt;br /&gt;*When your new neighbors come down to say and never leave!!!!!  Ever...Go home KIP!&lt;br /&gt;*When people at your party wear your shoes to feel taller!&lt;br /&gt;*When you see people at U-Lic and you comment how good looking they are and an hour later they walk into your apartment~ He-ey!&lt;br /&gt;*When you eat Papa John's at 3 am.  (blah)&lt;br /&gt;* When you wake up the next day and you realize that you have video footage from your party.  And then you spend the day watching it over and over!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hey!  Friday night was soooo much fun!!!!  I heart all the preview people and the theatre people who came!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And to top everything off  You know you had great week-end when you are in the prime of your youth and you are supposed to spend your weekends out and about partying and meeting new people, but instead you spend your Saturday evening watching Disney movies (definitely singing along)!!!!!!!!  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hey it was fun so back off!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In conclusion I would just like to send shout outs to all the people that have had recent birthdays!&lt;br /&gt;*Kiana J my wonderful co-pilot&lt;br /&gt;*Sarah Knibss who has her 26th b-day tomorrow!  &lt;br /&gt;*Adal ( I know it was a few weeks ago, but I never put it on my blog...Sorry)&lt;br /&gt;*And to anyone else who has a b-day coming up!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3783697-95922015?l=turtleshells.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3783697/posts/default/95922015'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3783697/posts/default/95922015'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://turtleshells.blogspot.com/2003_06_22_archive.html#95922015' title=''/><author><name>Rachel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11720260438123510614</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-3783697.post-95806294</id><published>2003-06-18T22:17:00.000Z</published><updated>2003-06-18T22:17:04.590Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Attention:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is a new member of the apartment.  Introducing.....&lt;br /&gt;Ms. Sadieh Rifai as the newest resident of 406 Broadway apt# 13.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In her honor we are having a party on Friday Jun. 20th.  around nine!  So come and be merry!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When is that again?  Friday&lt;br /&gt;What time did you say? 9 ish&lt;br /&gt;Should I bring anything?  Whatever you are drinking!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(I feel like I just sent out a birth anouncement!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3783697-95806294?l=turtleshells.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3783697/posts/default/95806294'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3783697/posts/default/95806294'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://turtleshells.blogspot.com/2003_06_15_archive.html#95806294' title=''/><author><name>Rachel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11720260438123510614</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-3783697.post-95548641</id><published>2003-06-11T14:00:00.000Z</published><updated>2003-06-11T14:00:32.726Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Long time....No blog!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's just been pretty shitty aroung here lately.  Don't know why, maybe being a bad person has taken a toll on my phsycee!  Haha.  But it's starting the rut.  I thought before that if is was just summer it would be over, but now I realize summer didn't do it.  It's when things get boring.  So I am trying to spice up the life.  &lt;br /&gt;First things first...get rid of the things that are bringing me down...DONE AND DONE!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Until things get better there are previews to be done!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3783697-95548641?l=turtleshells.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3783697/posts/default/95548641'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3783697/posts/default/95548641'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://turtleshells.blogspot.com/2003_06_08_archive.html#95548641' title=''/><author><name>Rachel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11720260438123510614</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-3783697.post-95255363</id><published>2003-06-03T21:46:00.000Z</published><updated>2003-06-03T21:46:31.706Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>It's the day I have always been waiting for...I have realized I am a bad person.  But I knew that I was a being bad when I did the things I did and now I feel bad about it.  But I am determined to  make things right!  I am a moron and sometimes I let the best things slip through my figners.  And for that I am trully sorry!  But time for right path.  Let's hope it's not to late!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3783697-95255363?l=turtleshells.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3783697/posts/default/95255363'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3783697/posts/default/95255363'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://turtleshells.blogspot.com/2003_06_01_archive.html#95255363' title=''/><author><name>Rachel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11720260438123510614</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-3783697.post-95157919</id><published>2003-06-01T17:24:00.000Z</published><updated>2003-06-01T17:28:02.000Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>A little Re-cap of yesterday....&lt;br /&gt;Jen's doing dishes in the kitchen.&lt;br /&gt;I go into help, is say "Jen do you want me to wash?"&lt;br /&gt;Jen says, "Yeah if you want to."&lt;br /&gt;So I take the sponge, and I begin to wash the glasses.  We are talking and I don't really pay attention to what I am doing. (I have washed glasses hundreds of times before)&lt;br /&gt;I go to wash the bottom of the glass, and I stuck my hand in it and low and behold, the glass breaks.  I throw it down to avoid being cut.  There is a sharp pain in my finger...To late, I look down and see a stream of red.  No big deal, I think just a small cut.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jen wraps a towel around it and tells me to apply pressure.  She said "Do you think you need stiches"&lt;br /&gt;"I don't think so."   I haven't really looked at it, it hurt a lot but it really couldn't be that bad.&lt;br /&gt;But I figure I should check out the damage, so I take the towel off (The towel was already stuck to the wound and I had to give it a little tug, which made my stomach drop)&lt;br /&gt;I looked, and I saw basically two pieces of skin and a cut so deep, I knew I had to go to the hospital!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I walked back to my room and asked Jen to get me a wet paper towel.  I made it about as far as the hall way and I turned around.  I think I am going to pass out I said to Jen.  I kneeled on the ground.  When I came to I was laying next to the couch with Jen running around me.  (I really freaked her out) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I stayed down while Jen got all my things and then we left for the emgergency room.  When we got in the parking lot Jen turned off the car.  But she couldn't get the keys out.  She couldn't figure out what was wrong.  The dumb ass left the car in drive.  So we went in and I waited for about 45 minutes, and finally got five stiches in my pinky finger!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nothing to bad, but it was a dramatic couple of hours.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THE MORAL of the story:&lt;br /&gt;Always use a dish brush to wash the dishes!  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3783697-95157919?l=turtleshells.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3783697/posts/default/95157919'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3783697/posts/default/95157919'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://turtleshells.blogspot.com/2003_06_01_archive.html#95157919' title=''/><author><name>Rachel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11720260438123510614</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-3783697.post-95044003</id><published>2003-05-29T18:16:00.000Z</published><updated>2003-05-29T18:16:03.283Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I totally wrote a whole thing about my trip to Colorado, and I lost it I was not happy.  Oh well.  I am back at work and the joy of summer is fading fast.  Summer was a good idea until the reality of working 8-5 all summer hit home at about 12:30 this morning!!!!  Oh well!  Good times great freshman!&lt;br /&gt;I do have to write about my trip to Colorado!!!!  I had wild adventures:  Everything from Helicopter rides down in the Royale Gorge to Bungi Jumping, to buying a $525 necklace at 80% off.  Going skiing in a bathing suit and burning my face to anice shade of lobster.  It was a great time!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3783697-95044003?l=turtleshells.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3783697/posts/default/95044003'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3783697/posts/default/95044003'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://turtleshells.blogspot.com/2003_05_25_archive.html#95044003' title=''/><author><name>Rachel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11720260438123510614</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-3783697.post-94309253</id><published>2003-05-14T04:33:00.000Z</published><updated>2003-05-14T04:33:25.380Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Cable T.V. is soooooo under rated!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3783697-94309253?l=turtleshells.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3783697/posts/default/94309253'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3783697/posts/default/94309253'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://turtleshells.blogspot.com/2003_05_11_archive.html#94309253' title=''/><author><name>Rachel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11720260438123510614</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-3783697.post-94309220</id><published>2003-05-14T04:32:00.000Z</published><updated>2003-05-14T04:32:44.450Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Day number 2 of Summer...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wake up after partying at 10:30.&lt;br /&gt;Go into Court's room and watch her go online.&lt;br /&gt;Go back in my bed.&lt;br /&gt;Court comes in my room to see if I want to go to breakfast.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;at 12 we leave to eat at Baker's Square.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At 1:30 we come home and watch t.v.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At 4:30 we take a nap.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At 5:30 we wake up and watch t.v until 7.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At 7 we go out and get dinner at Taco Bell.  Then we get Ice Cream.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then we come home and watch T.V.  At 11 we return books to the library.  Then we come home and listen to the radio.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What are you doing with your summer break?????&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3783697-94309220?l=turtleshells.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3783697/posts/default/94309220'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3783697/posts/default/94309220'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://turtleshells.blogspot.com/2003_05_11_archive.html#94309220' title=''/><author><name>Rachel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11720260438123510614</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-3783697.post-93868938</id><published>2003-05-06T16:03:00.000Z</published><updated>2003-05-06T16:03:49.206Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>ISUTA is coming back!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We are becoming seniors and we are putting this department back together.  Remember all the good stuff that went on while we were freshman...Well it's coming back bigger and better than ever!!!!!  Get it us!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S...I am oficially a senior!!!!! scary&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3783697-93868938?l=turtleshells.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3783697/posts/default/93868938'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3783697/posts/default/93868938'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://turtleshells.blogspot.com/2003_05_04_archive.html#93868938' title=''/><author><name>Rachel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11720260438123510614</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-3783697.post-93868841</id><published>2003-05-06T16:02:00.000Z</published><updated>2003-05-06T16:02:08.583Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>School's out for summer!!!!  School's out for ever!...Well at least until August!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had my last final at 7:50 am....Shakespeare final identifying lines from Shakespearian text and then a essay about what the two traditions means to me as an actor.  I turned out six pages on that topic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Grand total:&lt;br /&gt;Religions and Cultures- 12 questions....13 pages&lt;br /&gt;Democracy-12 questions....8 pages&lt;br /&gt;Shakespeare-1 question....6 pages.&lt;br /&gt;Having a grand total of.....27 pages.&lt;br /&gt;Being done with finals before the 4 square marathon begins...priceless!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Good Luck with the rest of finals, and happy summer to you all!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3783697-93868841?l=turtleshells.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3783697/posts/default/93868841'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3783697/posts/default/93868841'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://turtleshells.blogspot.com/2003_05_04_archive.html#93868841' title=''/><author><name>Rachel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11720260438123510614</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-3783697.post-93835359</id><published>2003-05-06T01:24:00.000Z</published><updated>2003-05-06T01:24:43.356Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Monday: Two down one to go!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Those two finals today= 24 essay questions.  Three and a half hours of writning and all together 21 pages of answers.  Good news is I am done with Religions and cultures &lt;br /&gt; and democracy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bad news is...I have an essay to write a 7:50am....But after that it's all over.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Summer begins tomorrow after my Shakespeare fiinal...LIFE IS GOOD!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3783697-93835359?l=turtleshells.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3783697/posts/default/93835359'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3783697/posts/default/93835359'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://turtleshells.blogspot.com/2003_05_04_archive.html#93835359' title=''/><author><name>Rachel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11720260438123510614</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-3783697.post-93666500</id><published>2003-05-02T19:00:00.000Z</published><updated>2003-05-02T19:00:46.790Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Well it's official...Class is over.  Just got some finals to study for!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is a quote from my Democracy teacher"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-"Will Bergman be on the final?  God Damn Right he will be"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love him, and now that class is over I can pretend he is not gay and fantasize about him!  Woohoo I love my imagination!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3783697-93666500?l=turtleshells.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3783697/posts/default/93666500'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3783697/posts/default/93666500'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://turtleshells.blogspot.com/2003_04_27_archive.html#93666500' title=''/><author><name>Rachel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11720260438123510614</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-3783697.post-93571219</id><published>2003-05-01T02:59:00.000Z</published><updated>2003-05-01T02:59:46.076Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Well I am doing everything possible I can not to study for costuming!!!!!!  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Adal, I am sorry but I have found a better boy shopper!  Ladies and Gentleman may I introduce, I best straight guy shopper....Carlo Garcia!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Adal I think you need a chance to redeem yourself though...Shouls we say Eastland Mall this weekend???  IT could be a new reality show&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Who Wants to be the best boy shopper!"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3783697-93571219?l=turtleshells.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3783697/posts/default/93571219'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3783697/posts/default/93571219'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://turtleshells.blogspot.com/2003_04_27_archive.html#93571219' title=''/><author><name>Rachel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11720260438123510614</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-3783697.post-93445210</id><published>2003-04-29T04:24:00.000Z</published><updated>2003-04-29T04:24:18.916Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Well Three Days of Rain is over...Thank God!  I survived it!&lt;br /&gt;And most classes are over, and work is over.  COuld noly mean one thing!  School is almost over....And that only means one thing...Jen is coming home from disney soon!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't wait I miss her so much.  She is like the one person who I don't even have to talk to and she knows what I am thinking. I don't have to explain things to her.  And in the past nine months I have seen her for less than two weeks!  But she is coming back at the end oh May and I cannot wait!!!!&lt;br /&gt;I have talked to her on the phone like once a week for the past nine months and now like in less than a month she'll be back.  That can only mean one thing...TROUBLE!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This summer is going to be filled with so much havoc!!!  It will be great!!!!  Ohhhh I love havoc!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3783697-93445210?l=turtleshells.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3783697/posts/default/93445210'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3783697/posts/default/93445210'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://turtleshells.blogspot.com/2003_04_27_archive.html#93445210' title=''/><author><name>Rachel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11720260438123510614</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-3783697.post-93179901</id><published>2003-04-24T14:52:00.000Z</published><updated>2003-04-24T14:53:29.000Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>"No I WILL NOT be a costume design major!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This department to trying to recruite me!  I know I sew the best damn darts this side of the Missip', but that doesn't mean I am a convert!  But my hands are blue from hair gel, I am sleeped deprived, and I am going crazy from being couped up in the ISU dungeon for six hours a night....Could only mean one thing! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's RIGHT, Three Day of Rain has opened. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Question:  What posessed Abby to make me crew head, after the hell I put her through during this semester?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Probable answer:  Cause she's scared of me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Regardless I have keys to the costume shop!  Oh yeah!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3783697-93179901?l=turtleshells.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3783697/posts/default/93179901'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3783697/posts/default/93179901'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://turtleshells.blogspot.com/2003_04_20_archive.html#93179901' title=''/><author><name>Rachel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11720260438123510614</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-3783697.post-92717563</id><published>2003-04-16T14:46:00.000Z</published><updated>2003-04-16T14:46:38.000Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Forgetting to put on that extra coat of mascara is like forgetting to put on deoderant...You just fell off all day.&lt;br /&gt;Today is definately a one coat mascara day!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3783697-92717563?l=turtleshells.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3783697/posts/default/92717563'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3783697/posts/default/92717563'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://turtleshells.blogspot.com/2003_04_13_archive.html#92717563' title=''/><author><name>Rachel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11720260438123510614</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-3783697.post-92561577</id><published>2003-04-14T04:01:00.000Z</published><updated>2003-04-14T04:01:44.110Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>When we walk in to a party and you feel like you are Jerry O'Connell's character from Can't Hardly wait you it's time to go!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well the weekend is over, and I wish it was the school year instead!!!!  How many more days till summer?????&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3783697-92561577?l=turtleshells.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3783697/posts/default/92561577'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3783697/posts/default/92561577'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://turtleshells.blogspot.com/2003_04_13_archive.html#92561577' title=''/><author><name>Rachel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11720260438123510614</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-3783697.post-92116189</id><published>2003-04-07T00:58:00.000Z</published><updated>2003-04-07T01:02:26.000Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Some words of Wisdom"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"The secrect of Success is being sincere.&lt;br /&gt;If you can fake that then you are all set!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;if that doesn't do it for you how about this&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Don't think that you can change a man~&lt;br /&gt;Unless he is in diapers"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Still not good enough&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eh that's all I got!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3783697-92116189?l=turtleshells.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3783697/posts/default/92116189'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3783697/posts/default/92116189'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://turtleshells.blogspot.com/2003_04_06_archive.html#92116189' title=''/><author><name>Rachel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11720260438123510614</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-3783697.post-91882435</id><published>2003-04-03T02:02:00.000Z</published><updated>2003-04-03T02:02:43.716Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I am writing this message from my brand new laptop computer I got for my 21st b-day....Courtesy of my lovely parents.  Should I feel guilty that I am the most spoiled 21 year old ever????  Yes I should....Do I???? Not really.  Hmmm something to ponder!  I just no I have the best parents ever!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Other news:  None....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is anyone else really bored with school??  I can't even stand it right now.  I don't want to do anything.  I am in such a wierd mover.  Something gotta change or give.  I don't have any reason to be upset, mad, or crabby.  The sun is shinning and spring is in the air, and yet I can't get over this funk that I am in.  Hope things get better soon!!!! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hope all of you are enjoying the weather!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm out&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3783697-91882435?l=turtleshells.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3783697/posts/default/91882435'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3783697/posts/default/91882435'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://turtleshells.blogspot.com/2003_03_30_archive.html#91882435' title=''/><author><name>Rachel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11720260438123510614</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-3783697.post-91726325</id><published>2003-03-31T19:47:00.000Z</published><updated>2003-03-31T19:47:35.170Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Thank you so much to everyone for making my 21st B-day so special!&lt;br /&gt;Yes, I am still alive...there were concerns, I tell you yesterday I even thought that I was dying!&lt;br /&gt;But I had a great time...so thank you I love you all soooooo much!  Thank Thank Thank you!!!&lt;br /&gt;Have a great day!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3783697-91726325?l=turtleshells.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3783697/posts/default/91726325'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3783697/posts/default/91726325'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://turtleshells.blogspot.com/2003_03_30_archive.html#91726325' title=''/><author><name>Rachel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11720260438123510614</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-3783697.post-91486491</id><published>2003-03-27T16:15:00.000Z</published><updated>2003-03-27T16:15:04.060Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>The Red Coats are coming the Red Coats are coming!!!!!!!! &lt;br /&gt;Why are they coming?!?!?!?!?!  Because I am turning 21 on Sunday!!!!!!!!!!  wohoo!  Who else is coming?!?!?&lt;br /&gt;One of my favorite people and also my future roomate...That's right kids...It's Sadieh Rifai!  What an exciting weekend.  I don't think I can handle it all!!!! &lt;br /&gt;Have a good weekend everyone.  I hope I see you, but I probably own't remember it, soooooo  don't be offended if I ask on Monday...Oh you were there!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;If I don't see you have a wonderful weekend and a good end of March.  If you are having a bad time remember Spring is already upon us, Summer break is just around the corner.  After this weekend only 4 more weeks of classes for all the ISU people!&lt;br /&gt;I'm out!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3783697-91486491?l=turtleshells.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3783697/posts/default/91486491'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3783697/posts/default/91486491'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://turtleshells.blogspot.com/2003_03_23_archive.html#91486491' title=''/><author><name>Rachel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11720260438123510614</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-3783697.post-91285982</id><published>2003-03-24T16:27:00.000Z</published><updated>2003-03-24T16:27:08.140Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Well I am back after a long absence.  Nothing is worth recording.  Anywho about six days until 21 one!  That's about the most excited thing!  Just one question:&lt;br /&gt;Hey court when is that little arab girl moving in!  She better not touch any of my stuff!!!!  That's old what's her name.  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3783697-91285982?l=turtleshells.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3783697/posts/default/91285982'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3783697/posts/default/91285982'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://turtleshells.blogspot.com/2003_03_23_archive.html#91285982' title=''/><author><name>Rachel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11720260438123510614</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-3783697.post-90787811</id><published>2003-03-16T03:32:00.000Z</published><updated>2003-03-16T03:34:33.000Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Well I'm back on this side of the pond again!  I brought back tons of stuff including a cold!  Thanks Court!!!!&lt;br /&gt;So to wrap up Springbreak.....&lt;br /&gt;Things that are ridiculous....&lt;br /&gt;1) Staying up all night with boys you don't even know discussing the US' entrance of WWI and why Wilson's 14 points didn't work!  Then playing the mvie game!&lt;br /&gt;2) Defending yourself and your nation to a drunk British TOSSA&lt;br /&gt;      *To sum up.....Yes Bush is our President, we can't deny that and that is not the best thing int he world!  But the fact that the British Prime Minister is Bush's lackey       so yeah we are bad but they are worse!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3) When Court is funny!!!!  That girl cracks me up sometimes!!!!!!  This is a Quote from when we were getting off the plane..."I think we should have equal opportunity airplane seating."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well tomorrow it's off back to the Good Ole' ISU!!!!!!!  Reality Resumes tomorrow!!!!!  Well I still have a few more hours of suspened belief so I off to enjoy it!   Have a good night everyone!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3783697-90787811?l=turtleshells.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3783697/posts/default/90787811'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3783697/posts/default/90787811'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://turtleshells.blogspot.com/2003_03_16_archive.html#90787811' title=''/><author><name>Rachel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11720260438123510614</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-3783697.post-90650660</id><published>2003-03-13T15:57:00.000Z</published><updated>2003-03-13T16:09:03.000Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Well the week in England is coming to a close!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quotes of the week&lt;br /&gt;1) I should be a carpenter because I'm really good at putting up walls. (Me to Court discussing my relationships with people)&lt;br /&gt;2) I'm jealous of us (Me to Court while we were walking in london)&lt;br /&gt;3) Don't start now, you did really good today (Court to me after I starting reciting Skriker lines again.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Best things about Canterbury:&lt;br /&gt;1) Having is feel like we never left&lt;br /&gt;2) Playing games in Paul's flat&lt;br /&gt;3) Having your Springbreak be like a 7th grade sleep over party&lt;br /&gt;4) Walking up in Windsor!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;5) Playing who would kick out bed with Shakespearean characters.  And the John Barton.  Patrick Stewart was an overall hit!!!!&lt;br /&gt;6) Playing MASH and realizing there are only three people in the entire world who are better for you than Prince William! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By the way the official countdown has begun....Today in March 13th that means.....17 days until 21!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's all form this side of the pond and now back to you!!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3783697-90650660?l=turtleshells.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3783697/posts/default/90650660'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3783697/posts/default/90650660'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://turtleshells.blogspot.com/2003_03_09_archive.html#90650660' title=''/><author><name>Rachel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11720260438123510614</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-3783697.post-90357563</id><published>2003-03-08T15:47:00.000Z</published><updated>2003-03-08T15:47:17.030Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Anyway I don't have time to deal with that Bull shit!!!!!!!!  I'm out!  Look out oyu f'in redcoats!!!  We're coming home!  Gots to go finish packing!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3783697-90357563?l=turtleshells.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3783697/posts/default/90357563'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3783697/posts/default/90357563'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://turtleshells.blogspot.com/2003_03_02_archive.html#90357563' title=''/><author><name>Rachel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11720260438123510614</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-3783697.post-90357538</id><published>2003-03-08T15:46:00.000Z</published><updated>2003-03-08T15:46:30.496Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I have figured out the point of acting...Just be fake.  Don't ever really do anything.  Just pretend you are so intellectual.  Whine about everything.  And talk down to all your fellow actors!  All the while making yourself feel better!  Do this my friends and everyone will love you and you shall be rewarded!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3783697-90357538?l=turtleshells.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3783697/posts/default/90357538'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3783697/posts/default/90357538'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://turtleshells.blogspot.com/2003_03_02_archive.html#90357538' title=''/><author><name>Rachel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11720260438123510614</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-3783697.post-90198375</id><published>2003-03-05T22:11:00.000Z</published><updated>2003-03-05T22:25:42.000Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Well, I must say that I am a little peeved today.  I am kind of in a bad mood!  But's that's o-tay!  Anyway we found out today that if we go to war with Iraq it will be on March 15th!  G-Reay...Why? Cause I will be flying home from England that day!  So I knew this trip was going to come back and bite me in the ass some how!  this was way to good to be true!  Instead of having our plns fall hrough we will jus die!  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I mean I guess we all have to go sometime!  I've been having a good time lately and I don't want to die!  But at if you have to go some where, it should be England!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So if there is anything you ever wanted to tell me, go nuts.  Clear the air so you don't have to feel like you should have said that to me!  Just so you know I am going to find you all and say Bye!  I'm not leaving any un-finished business!  OOOKKKaaayyy!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If bye chance I don't see you have a good break...and a good life!!!  make me proud (hehehehe)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3783697-90198375?l=turtleshells.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3783697/posts/default/90198375'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3783697/posts/default/90198375'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://turtleshells.blogspot.com/2003_03_02_archive.html#90198375' title=''/><author><name>Rachel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11720260438123510614</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-3783697.post-90116167</id><published>2003-03-04T15:38:00.000Z</published><updated>2003-03-04T15:38:28.450Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Well...it's over.  Skriker has closed.  I have never been so sad to leave a show.  This had trully been one of the best experiences of my life!  I fell in love with this show, and the my cast!  I will miss it sooo much!  But life goes on... Another opening another show...another closing!  Neeext!&lt;br /&gt;Have a great day!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S&lt;br /&gt;Carlo~&lt;br /&gt;I must admit that was a little hurtful...But I can except that.  Thank you for your honesty.  Don't forget to breathe!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3783697-90116167?l=turtleshells.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3783697/posts/default/90116167'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3783697/posts/default/90116167'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://turtleshells.blogspot.com/2003_03_02_archive.html#90116167' title=''/><author><name>Rachel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11720260438123510614</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-3783697.post-90064560</id><published>2003-03-03T19:31:00.000Z</published><updated>2003-03-03T19:31:27.250Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I've been busy...so back off!  Well it's all coming to a close tonight!  I'm really sad!  I've met some really great people that I didn't know before, and I will miss seeing there faces everyday!  Thank you to everyone for your support!  This has been a very hard, but gratifying expereince!  And I couldn't have gotten through it with out you!&lt;br /&gt;I love you all~&lt;br /&gt;Except Carlo...only because I hate you sooo much~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3783697-90064560?l=turtleshells.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3783697/posts/default/90064560'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3783697/posts/default/90064560'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://turtleshells.blogspot.com/2003_03_02_archive.html#90064560' title=''/><author><name>Rachel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11720260438123510614</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-3783697.post-89840707</id><published>2003-02-27T15:12:00.000Z</published><updated>2003-02-27T15:12:28.590Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I forgot to write this:  Sadieh you were here and I didn't see you?!?!?!  There is something very unhapppy about this...And that something is me!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3783697-89840707?l=turtleshells.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3783697/posts/default/89840707'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3783697/posts/default/89840707'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://turtleshells.blogspot.com/2003_02_23_archive.html#89840707' title=''/><author><name>Rachel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11720260438123510614</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-3783697.post-89839853</id><published>2003-02-27T14:56:00.000Z</published><updated>2003-02-27T14:56:00.466Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Long time: No Blog!!!!&lt;br /&gt;Sorry I have been busy...It's not any one relly reads this anyway!!!  But for those of you who do!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SKRIKER opens tonight!!!!  I can hardly believe Pentecost is over.  Congrats to the Pentecost cast on a job well done!  I so ever so moved and impressed!  And I just have to send a shout out to my Roomie because she f'in rocked the stage!!!!  I love you girl!  If the name wasn't taken already you'd be kick ass!!!!!  Cause you are!&lt;br /&gt; And to everyone else. Dan, Adal, Carlo, Pete, Court, and everyone else you were great!  You're dialect wrok was amazing!!!! In the words of a very wise woman...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You all were ha hummmmmmmm aaaaaaaaaahhhh!!!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CONGRATS!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Come and See SKRIKER Tonight Feb 27-Mon Mar 3.  The shows are at 7:30.  There are two shows on Saturday.  The matinee is at 2.  And on Sunday the show is at 2 not a 7:30!  In Westhoff theatre.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have a Great Weekend!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3783697-89839853?l=turtleshells.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3783697/posts/default/89839853'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3783697/posts/default/89839853'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://turtleshells.blogspot.com/2003_02_23_archive.html#89839853' title=''/><author><name>Rachel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11720260438123510614</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-3783697.post-88996566</id><published>2003-02-12T22:34:00.000Z</published><updated>2003-02-12T22:34:08.280Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Hate the Sin never the sinner ookkaay!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So back off...My little sinning co-pilot thinks she can spout off about my sins.  Whoa girl!  Kiana if you smelled that smell would be sin!  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And Paul...you are the King of sins!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And Courntey is a closet sinner (Get it closet sinner..hahaha, I'm so funny)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway I'm off to have a dance party with Court!  Have A good day!&lt;br /&gt;I'm out!!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3783697-88996566?l=turtleshells.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3783697/posts/default/88996566'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3783697/posts/default/88996566'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://turtleshells.blogspot.com/2003_02_09_archive.html#88996566' title=''/><author><name>Rachel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11720260438123510614</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-3783697.post-88916321</id><published>2003-02-11T15:55:00.000Z</published><updated>2003-02-11T15:55:37.880Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Ok I know it's been a while, but I didn't have anything to say...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What a great weekend.  We a little shin-dig.  Nothing but a casual get together off friends...It's all fun and games until someone breaks the door, takes a bottle out to "play" games, and people are in your room with the littles off....Gross go do that in your own room!!!  Hehe!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, it took all day Saturday to recover had to leave Ronnies and Anna because I thought the smell of alcohol was going to make me throw up!  Went home and watched Oragne County, with my friends Colin Hanks.  Ok I like totally have an inside joke with Colin and Jack black.  Cause like the whole kick ass thing was an inside joke between Colin and Jack and then Colin said it to me and he soooo let me in on the joke...Man I love my friends!!!!  (If you have no Idea what I am talking about you missed a good story, If you do know, shut up I don't make fun of YOUR deluded sense of reality).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyhoo I would like to send a shout out to:&lt;br /&gt;Mummers (Haley's Grandma)  Hi!!!!  Hope things find you well...Take care!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm out!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3783697-88916321?l=turtleshells.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3783697/posts/default/88916321'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3783697/posts/default/88916321'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://turtleshells.blogspot.com/2003_02_09_archive.html#88916321' title=''/><author><name>Rachel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11720260438123510614</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-3783697.post-88390380</id><published>2003-02-01T20:41:00.000Z</published><updated>2003-02-01T20:41:57.856Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>How do I convince my Mom and Dad to let me go to England again?!?!?!?!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3783697-88390380?l=turtleshells.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3783697/posts/default/88390380'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3783697/posts/default/88390380'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://turtleshells.blogspot.com/2003_01_26_archive.html#88390380' title=''/><author><name>Rachel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11720260438123510614</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-3783697.post-88363630</id><published>2003-02-01T04:54:00.000Z</published><updated>2003-02-01T04:54:04.623Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I'm going to England for Spring Break...It is sooooo close to being offical!  My friend is giving an early b-day present!!!! And I didn't even have to sacrafice my roomate!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's for for the books kids:&lt;br /&gt;This is what Doug Matson shouted at me in Costuming on Thursday:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"You must be a virgin, becuase How can you sit next to me and not feel this sexual tension!"&lt;br /&gt;and then I so cleverly shouted:&lt;br /&gt;"What makes you thinnk I want you...Cause I don't"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I obviously had nothing.  It was so funny!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Abby hates us...Or at least hates Courtney. Because Courtney causes upheaval in class!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3783697-88363630?l=turtleshells.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3783697/posts/default/88363630'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3783697/posts/default/88363630'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://turtleshells.blogspot.com/2003_01_26_archive.html#88363630' title=''/><author><name>Rachel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11720260438123510614</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-3783697.post-88363585</id><published>2003-02-01T04:52:00.000Z</published><updated>2003-02-01T04:52:43.403Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I'm going to England for Spring Break...It is sooooo close to being offical!  My friend is giving an early b-day present!!!! And I didn't even have to sacrafice my roomate!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's for for the books kids:&lt;br /&gt;This is what Doug Matson shouted at me in Costuming on Thursday:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"You must be a virgin, becuase How can you sit next to me and not feel this sexual tension!"&lt;br /&gt;and then I so cleverly shouted:&lt;br /&gt;"What makes you thinnk I want you...Cause I don't"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I obviously had nothing.  It was so funny!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Abby hates us...Or at least hates Courtney. Because Courtney causes upheaval in class!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3783697-88363585?l=turtleshells.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3783697/posts/default/88363585'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3783697/posts/default/88363585'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://turtleshells.blogspot.com/2003_01_26_archive.html#88363585' title=''/><author><name>Rachel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11720260438123510614</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-3783697.post-88272064</id><published>2003-01-30T15:51:00.000Z</published><updated>2003-01-30T15:51:40.686Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Well I tried to blog last night, but my f'in computer didn't work sooo.....Here it is about 9 hours later!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Things that made my day....&lt;br /&gt;*Jacks acting class&lt;br /&gt;*Lunch with Megan&lt;br /&gt;*Having fun in Costume lab&lt;br /&gt;*Having a KICK ASS rehearsal&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;People that made my day....&lt;br /&gt;*Courts...You always make my day&lt;br /&gt;*Carlo....Even though you are my number one enemy!&lt;br /&gt;*Jack...I love Jack (I know I can't belive I am saying that too)&lt;br /&gt;*The SM and ASM in Skriker...Always have the best car rides home!!!!!!!!!!!!  (fav. car moment it's a tie 1) Having my door almost fall off when Anna opened it...2) Having the guy fall on the side walk the night it snowed...Hilarious)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Things that  did not my day...&lt;br /&gt;Having my computer not work!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well I hope everyone had as good a day as I did!!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;_&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3783697-88272064?l=turtleshells.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3783697/posts/default/88272064'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3783697/posts/default/88272064'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://turtleshells.blogspot.com/2003_01_26_archive.html#88272064' title=''/><author><name>Rachel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11720260438123510614</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-3783697.post-88201041</id><published>2003-01-29T05:50:00.000Z</published><updated>2003-01-29T05:50:58.443Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>After some good advice...I have thought this thing through and I will get airfare to England yet....$20,000 going once going twice....Sold to the man with the plan!!!!!!!  (That's carlo)  I will accpet Cash or Check...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3783697-88201041?l=turtleshells.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3783697/posts/default/88201041'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3783697/posts/default/88201041'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://turtleshells.blogspot.com/2003_01_26_archive.html#88201041' title=''/><author><name>Rachel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11720260438123510614</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-3783697.post-88200861</id><published>2003-01-29T05:46:00.000Z</published><updated>2003-01-29T05:46:48.780Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Vunerability is such a funny thing....I've spent my whole life trying to avoid it.  It was weak.  And now I need and I don't know how to get it!  &lt;br /&gt;I never realized how sad that actually was.  I always saw vunerability as a characteristic of the weak.  The strong would never let themselves be in 1) either vunerable postions 2) vunerable relationships.&lt;br /&gt;Deb said the strangest thing to me today...She said Rachel you try and control everything, and when you can't you put up a wall.  She said I don't really allow myself to feel pain.  &lt;br /&gt;I was like...Na No...Debbie I can feel pain.  Yes siree Bob I know what is like to hurt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's about the time Capt'n Sarcasm came and I made a joke about it, and she was like see!  Wow! &lt;br /&gt;I live in a world that I can control.  If I can't control it I don't touch it, or get involved with it!  hmmmm...What a wierd self discovery in a rehearsal!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And let me tell you...It is hard enough to have a disovery like that.  It's even harder when you've realized what've missed out on simply because you refused to feel!  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well I guess we all have to start somewhere!  Sorry if you are reading this and you are thinking that girl is off her rocker!  Slighty, yes, I am....But it makes sense to me....It's all that matters!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I bid you all a good night...And for the sake of "being real"  do something, say something, experience something you are afraid to feel!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3783697-88200861?l=turtleshells.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3783697/posts/default/88200861'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3783697/posts/default/88200861'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://turtleshells.blogspot.com/2003_01_26_archive.html#88200861' title=''/><author><name>Rachel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11720260438123510614</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-3783697.post-88056491</id><published>2003-01-26T19:19:00.000Z</published><updated>2003-01-26T19:33:09.000Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>This post goes out to Bonnie:&lt;br /&gt;Thanks Bonnie....It was very nice of you... I just had a lot of things building up and that was my way to get it out!  I am very excited about the show this semester...It is one of the only things I am looking forward to.  That post just wasn't about me, and my show though.  In the past two weeks I have been disgusted by people and thier attitudes. I have heard things in the halls and stuff I didn't think was possible.  So it is very discouraging.  as for me and my cast;   I just hope everyone realizes what an awesome opportunity it is!  I hope everyone will come together.  It is just a shame when a few people ruin it for everyone!  But it was more about peoples attitudes in general!  But the anger has past, and there is nothing but happy days ahead!!  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3783697-88056491?l=turtleshells.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3783697/posts/default/88056491'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3783697/posts/default/88056491'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://turtleshells.blogspot.com/2003_01_26_archive.html#88056491' title=''/><author><name>Rachel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11720260438123510614</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-3783697.post-88056229</id><published>2003-01-26T19:13:00.000Z</published><updated>2003-01-26T19:13:21.980Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Why is it so wrong to prostitute your roomate out????  She got all mad just because I was trying to make $2000.  I mean yeah it would her be doing all the work, but I set up the deals....Jeez thanks a lot Court.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By the way does anyone know how I could make $2000 that does not involve a roomate???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know you're pathetic when:&lt;br /&gt;1) You plan to do laundry on a Saturday night&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2) You and your roomate talk to the same person at the same time on two seperate phones.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3) You try to suffocate yourself with a pillow, and then whip it off your face because you can't breathe!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Another great weekend at ISU!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3783697-88056229?l=turtleshells.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3783697/posts/default/88056229'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3783697/posts/default/88056229'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://turtleshells.blogspot.com/2003_01_26_archive.html#88056229' title=''/><author><name>Rachel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11720260438123510614</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-3783697.post-88018760</id><published>2003-01-25T21:27:00.000Z</published><updated>2003-01-25T21:27:09.446Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Well after about a month of a break I am back....And I have some things to bitch about!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1)  I am soooo sick of people thinking that they are better than everyone else. &lt;br /&gt;     A.  ISU is not the end of the world.  Jesus Christ!  There is a whole f'in world outside this theatre           department.  Ya know, so get over yourself.  Don't come to rehersal and act is if you are better           than everyone. &lt;br /&gt;     B.   I mean who the F do you think you are anyway.  You didn't get  the part that you wanted.  Did you            EVER think maybe you DIDN'T deserve it?  There's a concpet someone was better than you.             Holy Shit you are not the best?  NO!  So don't waste other peoples time by being an ass  at                    rehearsal.  If you don't want to be there than don't come.  Ahh I hate people who bring down                   other people who are trying to work.&lt;br /&gt;     C.  On a second note.  I hate fake people!  OK  don't pretend to be my friend.  I don't need people            like that around.  Ok I know I am sarcastic and I know that I can be bitch.  But I would never             pretend  to be someones friend.  I refuse to be a second hand friend, you just keep around            when your other friends are mad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was really anxious to get back here, and know I can't remember why?  I guess these past few weeks have proved everything I know is true!  &lt;br /&gt;All I can say is thank you who make me smile everyday!  You keep me sane!  There are certain people and you know who you are...I love you sooo much and even though I don't say it, you all mean the world to me!  But please know that through every joke or every "stolen" saying, you are my true friends and I thank you for that!  &lt;br /&gt;I could have fun with you guys doing laundry, baking cookies, watching movies or wahtever!  I missed that in England!!!!!    &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3783697-88018760?l=turtleshells.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3783697/posts/default/88018760'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3783697/posts/default/88018760'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://turtleshells.blogspot.com/2003_01_19_archive.html#88018760' title=''/><author><name>Rachel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11720260438123510614</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-3783697.post-86698304</id><published>2002-12-30T14:50:00.000Z</published><updated>2002-12-30T14:50:49.950Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Well I am back home in America....Wierd!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3783697-86698304?l=turtleshells.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3783697/posts/default/86698304'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3783697/posts/default/86698304'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://turtleshells.blogspot.com/2002_12_29_archive.html#86698304' title=''/><author><name>Rachel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11720260438123510614</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-3783697.post-85973401</id><published>2002-12-14T02:23:00.000Z</published><updated>2002-12-14T02:23:48.393Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Well Everyone...This is it...this is the final blog from across the Pond.  Words cannot express what I am feeling.  I have spent all night with my closet friends here, and I laughed and I cried and I had a great time...Word to the wise...Never let a man come between you and your friend...Just share him!!!  I suppose it was an appropiate follow up to THAT conversation...and the only ones who know what I am talking about are the only ones who need to understand....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This has been some of the best three months of my life...I shall never forget.  I have come full circle and I have learned so much about myself.. This blog has been filled with my greatest times..good and bad...But please understand that this has been more than a few good trips or clever comments.  This place has defined part of who I am and has helped me to decide what I want in life...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I shall never forget the people or the times here.  You all mean so much to me.  Words cannot describe the impact each one has made in my life and I love you...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My dearest Little Man....What can I say.  I will trully miss you....You have made this trip extremly wonderful and I care about you soooo much...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Paul.....You are my favorite person to fight with....You are so funny, and I love you soooo much...Thank You for everything&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Liam....Go U2...You are so much fun....Good Luck In Jan&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sarah........I lOve you and you know that you mean sooooo much to me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haley...I can't even say it...This blog says everything I need to....I love you!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Adal and Court..I have survived this trip becuase of you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;to my Family....Thank you for this experience.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know those people are the ones who read this blog the most... However I don't want to leave anyone out...You all mean sooo much to me...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To England..THANK YOU FOR THIS&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To America....I miss you and I'm coming Home!!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3783697-85973401?l=turtleshells.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3783697/posts/default/85973401'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3783697/posts/default/85973401'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://turtleshells.blogspot.com/2002_12_08_archive.html#85973401' title=''/><author><name>Rachel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11720260438123510614</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-3783697.post-85948212</id><published>2002-12-13T15:30:00.000Z</published><updated>2002-12-13T15:30:32.173Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Well everything is all sorted...I'm packed I got a taxis, and I've begun to say good-bye...It's beginning to be so final...We are leaving this place.  As far away as we were from the States I never felt that far away, but I already feel a million miles away from here....This has been the best thing I have ever done...&lt;br /&gt;Last night at unplugged it was great!!!!  Casey was a an f'in Legend, and now Becks and Puff are gone!&lt;br /&gt;Tongihts the X-mas sooo now I have to go move out of Liz and Barrys...Something I am not sad about!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3783697-85948212?l=turtleshells.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3783697/posts/default/85948212'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3783697/posts/default/85948212'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://turtleshells.blogspot.com/2002_12_08_archive.html#85948212' title=''/><author><name>Rachel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11720260438123510614</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-3783697.post-85899929</id><published>2002-12-12T16:43:00.000Z</published><updated>2002-12-12T16:43:15.016Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Well it's official....School's over.  If you can really call it school.  This has been the longest summer vacation of my life, considering it is now winter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;History Final was so great...considerding Haley and I comitted four pages of notes to memory.  We could tell you every date of evertything that happened from the Norman conquest to the black death, to the Early Modern Period!!!  We even quoted cites in our essays!!!!  We are awesome...Or big dorks..&lt;br /&gt;We did fun a fun sleep over...Remembering all the shows we watched while we were growing up and get these questions to ponder...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*What happened to Wesley??? The kid from Mr. Belvidere???#&lt;br /&gt;*What are all the words to Perfect Stranges&lt;br /&gt;*What was the name of magic guy on the Bozo Show...and why was he so scary???? dododo--I don't think so&lt;br /&gt;*Why was Legends of the Hidden Temple the Best game show ever???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We have also come to the conclusion...If Brian Fellows talked about history instead of Animals he wouls say things like&lt;br /&gt;"How'd that fat bastard get six wives...Think about it...It's Crazy!"&lt;br /&gt;and&lt;br /&gt;"How'd that Wat Tyler get inside the gates of London?  Think about it...It's crazy"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also had the privilege of teahing Haley all the Wives of Henry VIII in order...When she finally had them memorized, she was convinced that was going to be a bonus question...I WAS NOT...A four a.m. I was Haley it's not going to be a bonus question&lt;br /&gt;"Slow down I can't say them that fast...Let me do it myself this time"&lt;br /&gt;Haley to me after the 100th time we went over them!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ohhhhhh!  Modern Brit...Don't even get me started...I'll show you B+ on my essay right up the....Can we just say I was a little more than peeved with my essay grade!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last night Catherine/Charolette said good-bye to me...It's rather sad saying good bye to hear  since I slpet in her bed for two weeks and she didn't know!!!!! She said I always have a floor in Canterbury if I ever need one....hahaha...Oh the irony!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well I'm off for one last big dinner with everyone....Gotta Finish packing....Sarah's picking me up at like 2 tomorrow...Then it's the X-mas ball!!! &lt;br /&gt; &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3783697-85899929?l=turtleshells.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3783697/posts/default/85899929'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3783697/posts/default/85899929'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://turtleshells.blogspot.com/2002_12_08_archive.html#85899929' title=''/><author><name>Rachel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11720260438123510614</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-3783697.post-85893027</id><published>2002-12-12T13:55:00.000Z</published><updated>2002-12-12T13:55:50.460Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Well I just printed off my American Lit Essay...I am about to go to my last last class, and turn in my final Essay of this semester, and therefore my last class in Britain!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3783697-85893027?l=turtleshells.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3783697/posts/default/85893027'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3783697/posts/default/85893027'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://turtleshells.blogspot.com/2002_12_08_archive.html#85893027' title=''/><author><name>Rachel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11720260438123510614</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-3783697.post-85833569</id><published>2002-12-11T11:50:00.000Z</published><updated>2002-12-11T11:50:05.660Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Just took out history exam....It was cake...more on that later....My history teacher said the nicest things to us..I almost cried!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3783697-85833569?l=turtleshells.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3783697/posts/default/85833569'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3783697/posts/default/85833569'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://turtleshells.blogspot.com/2002_12_08_archive.html#85833569' title=''/><author><name>Rachel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11720260438123510614</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-3783697.post-85794229</id><published>2002-12-10T18:43:00.000Z</published><updated>2002-12-10T18:43:34.390Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Kudos Megan...Kudos!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Best:&lt;br /&gt;Shopping with Haley, talks with Haley, dinner with Haley, sleep over's at Haley's&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Worst:&lt;br /&gt;Leaving Canterbury in 4 days not being able to see Haley till March!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Didn't go to Shakespeare...oh well!  I couldn't be bother I was doing stuff...However what are the chances I would runinto my teacher on the street the day I wasn't going???  Very high.. Because I did...How is Adal supposed to cover for me now????&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3783697-85794229?l=turtleshells.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3783697/posts/default/85794229'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3783697/posts/default/85794229'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://turtleshells.blogspot.com/2002_12_08_archive.html#85794229' title=''/><author><name>Rachel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11720260438123510614</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-3783697.post-85735424</id><published>2002-12-09T17:34:00.000Z</published><updated>2002-12-09T17:34:58.963Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Well everyday I stumble upon knew blogs...I just didn't realize that this was such a phenomenon!!! Think about it's crazy!!!&lt;br /&gt;Anyway...finished a really good book called Lovely Bones...I laughed, I cried, I spent all yesterday reading it!!! Anyway...I have to go study for history and the it's off to the pub!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Best:&lt;br /&gt;1) CEG initiation....turtle shells, palsm crosses, and vampire stick....Wow that was a long time ago....In the beginings of the this blog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2) Best combination....Pub crawls and curry!!! 'nough said!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Worst:&lt;br /&gt;1) Wearing the wrong shoes on a pub crawl....right Haley?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2) Wearing the wrong shoes to King Lear....for shame for shame...I hang my head in shame!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Only five days....Then it's off to the continent for a "relaxing" two week holiday...However I have not yet received the itinerary from my Danny Tanner-like Mother....Ohhh you know Marge has a clip board of fun, and her favorite thing to do on holiday is say check say marks off the things we've done!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3783697-85735424?l=turtleshells.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3783697/posts/default/85735424'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3783697/posts/default/85735424'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://turtleshells.blogspot.com/2002_12_08_archive.html#85735424' title=''/><author><name>Rachel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11720260438123510614</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-3783697.post-85682098</id><published>2002-12-08T16:19:00.000Z</published><updated>2002-12-08T16:19:09.273Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>OOOHHHHHHHH My Gosh!!!!! Last night...... SOOOOOO much fun!!!!!!  Our going away party was a blast!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A little strange.....Ok I'll say it!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;Well considering Haley and I sat on Claire's fouton with little man and discussed...well nevermind....For I don't know how long...&lt;br /&gt;And that you would have thought that th paparazzi was there because every five minutes we had to stop and take massive amounts of pictures...Then around 2 when I said I was leaving I stolled into the kitchen to say good bye to Adal where I began a conversation with these guys named John and Michael.  They were trying to conivince of conspiracys behind the assination of JFK.  And that the American people let it happen.  It was out of control.  I had way more sense then both of  them put together here is a piece of the conversation:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mike: The American people let it happen.  JFK is a Legend!  You people let Oswald take the blame and just accpeted.  If it wasn't for JKF the whole world would be blown up.  You have to go back and save his name.  Tell America that he was a great man.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: America knows he was a good president, but he wasn't that great of a man.  You idolized him, and legendize him.  He was Preseident long enough to ruin his presidency.  Yeah he did good things, but if he wouldn't have died so early he probably wouldn't have so famous.  But because he did die early you make this legend out of his celebrity, and not because of his presidency, but becuase of conspiracy surrounding this death... (No you have to undertand how worked up he was getting...I was staying calm and basically just saying things that I knew would get a rise out of him....He was going nuts..It was soooo funny).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mike:  You just don't get it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: No you just don't get...There are so many other presidents who have done things just as good if not better...Look at Lincoln...And history is full of men you died in thier prime...Why is nobdoy fighting for them.  You, and your country, are obessed with letting the Americans know that they are wrong.  Trying to prove our government covered up a huge conspiracy... But you should be focused on bringin charged against the Queen for killing Diana....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mike:  No the press killed Diana&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: Just like Oswald killed Kennedy??  Your country needed closure just like ours did...They gave it to you through the press...And everyone accepted it..So maybe you should go conduct your own investigation inside your own country..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mike: You just don't get it.....If I was American I would want the truth and I would find it out!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was soooooooooo funny.  DISCLAIMER:  My views are not presented here.  This conversation was only had in good fun of taking the piss out of a very drunk English man...In no way does this actually repreesnt my thoughs or feelings...Thank you!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I stolled into my house around 4:15 am where I began to read a book Haley gave me!!! I went to bed around 6 am!!  It was a really good end to a really good night!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3783697-85682098?l=turtleshells.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3783697/posts/default/85682098'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3783697/posts/default/85682098'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://turtleshells.blogspot.com/2002_12_08_archive.html#85682098' title=''/><author><name>Rachel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11720260438123510614</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-3783697.post-85636583</id><published>2002-12-07T12:38:00.000Z</published><updated>2002-12-07T12:38:34.580Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>My essay on A View From the Bridge is going sooooooooo slow.  I just don't feel like writing it.  Blah!!!!! I'm so done with school it's not even funny!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3783697-85636583?l=turtleshells.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3783697/posts/default/85636583'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3783697/posts/default/85636583'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://turtleshells.blogspot.com/2002_12_01_archive.html#85636583' title=''/><author><name>Rachel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11720260438123510614</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-3783697.post-85636564</id><published>2002-12-07T12:37:00.000Z</published><updated>2002-12-07T12:37:37.563Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Courntey...In reponse to you calling me a liar....I know you are but what am I??? So there...And P.S Steve Jones directed the best female version of Richard III Courntey.  THE BEST!  So where is your loyalty????  THE BEST!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3783697-85636564?l=turtleshells.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3783697/posts/default/85636564'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3783697/posts/default/85636564'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://turtleshells.blogspot.com/2002_12_01_archive.html#85636564' title=''/><author><name>Rachel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11720260438123510614</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-3783697.post-85636496</id><published>2002-12-07T12:33:00.000Z</published><updated>2002-12-07T12:33:47.420Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Well It's really wierd when you keep finding blogs of your friends from back home...So it's shout out time!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;This is a Shout out To:.............&lt;br /&gt;Antonello.....You can check his blog in my links section it's Antonello Pad: Dago Talk (Well hello captain obvious)  So check it out...&lt;br /&gt;Also good luck to Antonello at ACTF!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well 7 days and coutning...The international party was fun (and by fun I mean wierd).  Minced Meat pies are poison!!!! Blah!!!!  When a party advertises Minced Meat pies as thier big sell point you better think twice about the fun you are going to be having!  The disco for breat cancer was alright!  I am sick of the whole club dance party scene!  It was fine when we got here, but I'm sick of it now...It's soooo three months ago!!!!&lt;br /&gt;Knisby's tonight....Should be fun!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway it's time for another England's best and worse session&lt;br /&gt;The Best is when:&lt;br /&gt;1) You bring Prince William Post cards to class with you, and pretend he is a real student!&lt;br /&gt;2) The Best is Being the Pink ladies!!!!  Between Knibsy, Court, Becks, Haley, and Me  we have all of them...Is it sad that Adal knew who we all were???????  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The worst....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) The Bens...'nough said&lt;br /&gt;2) Is when you get so made at cities you don't know what to do...i.e, Paris, London&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3783697-85636496?l=turtleshells.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3783697/posts/default/85636496'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3783697/posts/default/85636496'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://turtleshells.blogspot.com/2002_12_01_archive.html#85636496' title=''/><author><name>Rachel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11720260438123510614</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-3783697.post-85591418</id><published>2002-12-06T14:09:00.000Z</published><updated>2002-12-06T14:09:46.406Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Unplugged was so fun last night...Liam and sat in the balcony and watched people.  People watching is a lot of fun.  People do some crazy things!!!!&lt;br /&gt;Our Jackets should be done today.  We all bought the same jacket and got our nicknames printed on them.  All the Jackets cost the same so we are giving them to each other for X-mas...We are so clever! Hahah And by we I mean Haley, Becks, Court, and Myself!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well eight days ans still counting....It's time to start with the best and worst of England!!!!!!!!!!!  Please feel free to cast your vote in the comments part and and I will put two new ones up everyday until we leave......The BEST BEST and WORST WORST will be saved for the last day...So today&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Best:&lt;br /&gt;1) Writing Notes During Modern Brit.....Like, the Question Game, The Scarlet Alphabet, Guys Night Out, Making fun of Nathan...etc.&lt;br /&gt;2) Going to Ireland with the best people ever....And remembering things like, Becks calling the hostel; hostile, Becks jumping in the river, Brandon and the note, jared the sheep..etc&lt;br /&gt;The Worst:&lt;br /&gt;1) Gotta Go Gotta Go Go go right now.....Aka Missing Baa Bars, asking for change at Victoria Station (you have pay 20p to use the toilet), bringing a book in the TGI Friday's Bathroom, running to go at school because the toilets were wierd at your house... All because you Gott go Gotta Go Gotta go right now!!!! &lt;br /&gt;Then you realise that you and all you friends have majors issue because you talk about this reoccuring problem like 24/7...On the bus to London, at Thanksgiving, at a hostel in Ireland anywhere!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2) Living in your house Mom's bed for two weeks and then realising ooooohhhhh..She's  soooo gonna know!!!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3783697-85591418?l=turtleshells.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3783697/posts/default/85591418'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3783697/posts/default/85591418'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://turtleshells.blogspot.com/2002_12_01_archive.html#85591418' title=''/><author><name>Rachel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11720260438123510614</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-3783697.post-85550981</id><published>2002-12-05T19:19:00.000Z</published><updated>2002-12-05T19:19:40.166Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Shout out to:&lt;br /&gt;Mike Montgomery...Thanks for the Comment....I miss you!!! And everyone can check out Mike's blog in the link section of my page it's the Mind of Monty or the World of the muppet Freak!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well nine days left and counting.....&lt;br /&gt;This is the list of things I am going to miss about Britian:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10) Shopping on High Street!!!!&lt;br /&gt;9) Saying things like Cheers&lt;br /&gt;8) Colin Hanks&lt;br /&gt;7) Taking off to Foriegn Countries for the Weekend&lt;br /&gt;6) Calling people by awful nicknames like Shovel Face Head and Hideous Beast!!!&lt;br /&gt;5) My friends...Knisby, Little Liam, Becketstein, Haley, Becky, Aragon, Paul, and of course Mother Jayne&lt;br /&gt;4) Curry Houses, Alpen Bars, and Meuller's Yogurt&lt;br /&gt;3) Calling people pikeys&lt;br /&gt;2) Lectures on day a week&lt;br /&gt;and the number one thing I will miss about Britian is.....&lt;br /&gt;Taking the piss out of all the Brit!!!!!!  It's so fun and easy!!!! (Kidding?)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3783697-85550981?l=turtleshells.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3783697/posts/default/85550981'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3783697/posts/default/85550981'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://turtleshells.blogspot.com/2002_12_01_archive.html#85550981' title=''/><author><name>Rachel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11720260438123510614</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-3783697.post-85474376</id><published>2002-12-04T09:48:00.000Z</published><updated>2002-12-04T09:48:14.066Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Well Some things to report...&lt;br /&gt;1) history assignments...done and done!&lt;br /&gt;2) mondern brit 500 word essay....done and done&lt;br /&gt;3) Shakespeare essay...done and done&lt;br /&gt;*That leaves one essay left...American Lit and that will be done over Thursday, Fri, Sat, and Sun!!! (It's due Thurs)  But I need next week free for doing stuff!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;History Class was canceled that leaves only one thing to do....X-mas shopping!!!!  I know I have an essay due and I could get a head starrt....But nah!!!!!!  &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Another thing to report.....Hideous Beast...OH MY GOSH...When the person you HAD a crush on shows up to the library with a piss yellow mohawk....You know it's over....Hey shovel face head....You can have you boyfriend Back...He's a hideous beast with a Mohawk....It's soooooooooo over... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some shout outs.....&lt;br /&gt;To Megan Presslak...because I miss you......&lt;br /&gt;To Scott, Bonnie, and all the ACTF people.....Things are winding down.  Good Luck.......&lt;br /&gt;To My Mom and Dad....You are kick ass!!!....I figure if I am kick ass, I had to get it somewhere!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And finally, things are winding down, only 11 days left.  It's time to start wraping things up...So here is the first list of the end!!!!&lt;br /&gt;It is Things I'm looking forward to in the U.S&lt;br /&gt;10) T.V...More than four channels that is&lt;br /&gt;9) A real kicthen, with a real fridge, without a washing machine&lt;br /&gt;8) A dryer&lt;br /&gt;7) Saying things like...How Are You, It's in the BACKYARD, Put it in the TRUNK, &lt;br /&gt;6) Hearing things like...EXCUSE ME, WHAT'S UP, CALL me on my CELL phone &lt;br /&gt;5) Stick Gum&lt;br /&gt;4) Having a Cell Phone&lt;br /&gt;3) seven digit phone numbers and three digit area codes&lt;br /&gt;2) AOL Instant Messanger and Broadband&lt;br /&gt;and the number 1 thing I am looking forward to going to is....&lt;br /&gt;Being in a house that isn't out of clock work orange!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The shops are calling my name....That is all!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3783697-85474376?l=turtleshells.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3783697/posts/default/85474376'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3783697/posts/default/85474376'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://turtleshells.blogspot.com/2002_12_01_archive.html#85474376' title=''/><author><name>Rachel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11720260438123510614</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-3783697.post-85435855</id><published>2002-12-03T18:16:00.000Z</published><updated>2002-12-03T18:16:38.660Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Well one down one to go...essay's that is!!!!&lt;br /&gt;Two assignments due in Hist tomorrow..Then 500 word reflection due for Modern Brit next week!  Then The American Lit Essay due next week...Goal for this week...To get it all done!  I still have to pack...I should have started that process two weeks ago!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3783697-85435855?l=turtleshells.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3783697/posts/default/85435855'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3783697/posts/default/85435855'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://turtleshells.blogspot.com/2002_12_01_archive.html#85435855' title=''/><author><name>Rachel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11720260438123510614</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-3783697.post-85391831</id><published>2002-12-02T20:13:00.000Z</published><updated>2002-12-02T20:13:16.053Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>after sitting at the same coputer for nine hours...Shakespeare is finally done, but i did manage to lose my mind...&lt;br /&gt;Words I put in my essay...And then took out when I realised I hade made them up&lt;br /&gt;1) interperate...Um yes I even had Court convinced it was a real word.&lt;br /&gt;2) validifcation...It sounds pretty doesn't it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How did I get here without English skills I wonder???&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3783697-85391831?l=turtleshells.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3783697/posts/default/85391831'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3783697/posts/default/85391831'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://turtleshells.blogspot.com/2002_12_01_archive.html#85391831' title=''/><author><name>Rachel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11720260438123510614</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-3783697.post-85373686</id><published>2002-12-02T12:42:00.000Z</published><updated>2002-12-02T12:42:12.606Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>This is a list of things I would do If I was Adal~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10) First and foremost I would give Rachel 1 million..no make that 2 milliom dollars..Because she is 'kick ass' (Quote from Colin Hanks...Promise last time I will mention it)&lt;br /&gt;9) I would get a personal secretary to up date my blog daily&lt;br /&gt;8) I would tell ISU everything I was doing and when so the do not worry about me&lt;br /&gt;7) I would just give up everything to become personal shopper to the queen (Everyone knows he wants to)&lt;br /&gt;6) Then in my spare time I would play basketball for C4&lt;br /&gt;5) I would go out to dinner with Steve aka British Andrew Handback&lt;br /&gt;4) I would go on more dates with Rachel and Courtney seeing is how I intend to spend the majority of time in thier apartment next semester&lt;br /&gt;3) I would only answer if people refered to me as the Rock&lt;br /&gt;2) I would copyright everything so I could say that mine...No really it is and I'll see you in court!&lt;br /&gt;1) And the number one thing I would do if I was Adal is....&lt;br /&gt;I would wait to the last minute and then stay up all night finishing work..So I can amuse my friends by falling asleep in class the next day. (Oh wait that already happened)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ADAL WHERE ARE YOU??????????????????????&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3783697-85373686?l=turtleshells.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3783697/posts/default/85373686'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3783697/posts/default/85373686'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://turtleshells.blogspot.com/2002_12_01_archive.html#85373686' title=''/><author><name>Rachel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11720260438123510614</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-3783697.post-85373203</id><published>2002-12-02T12:25:00.000Z</published><updated>2002-12-02T12:29:59.000Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Oh I forgot to write about the guy in London....&lt;br /&gt;He wore teal cowboy boots and hot pink pants with rose coloured polka dots.  He carried a gold hand bad, and wore black leather jacket.  Now if you are going to be in drag that's all fine and dandy, but my god...Open a fashion magazine!!!!! &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3783697-85373203?l=turtleshells.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3783697/posts/default/85373203'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3783697/posts/default/85373203'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://turtleshells.blogspot.com/2002_12_01_archive.html#85373203' title=''/><author><name>Rachel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11720260438123510614</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-3783697.post-85331107</id><published>2002-12-01T14:34:00.000Z</published><updated>2002-12-01T17:58:29.000Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Oh I forgot to write about this...I don't know if anyone did, and I don't know what made me think of this but...&lt;br /&gt;The first Scotish person we met was our hotel guy...And his name was...Willy.  I kid you not.  I almost died he had this thick Scotish accent and his name was Willy!  Oh Irony, you are a sweet force!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3783697-85331107?l=turtleshells.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3783697/posts/default/85331107'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3783697/posts/default/85331107'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://turtleshells.blogspot.com/2002_12_01_archive.html#85331107' title=''/><author><name>Rachel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11720260438123510614</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-3783697.post-85331009</id><published>2002-12-01T14:31:00.000Z</published><updated>2002-12-01T14:31:00.680Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Well Yesterday was the two week mark..So thirteen days and counting....Very much bittersweet.  I wish I could go home for the holidays and see my family and friends and then come back to school in the spring...but I can't so in four weeks time I will once again step foot on the gold ole' American Soil!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh..And today I woke up at nine-thirty, but I don't think you can classify it as waking up, because I spent the whole night coughing and blowing my nose.  I felt really bad because I am sure I kept my house family up...But around 10 there was a knock at my door and Barry and Liz walked in with a cup of tea that was honey and Lemon for my cough....That was so nice of them.  They were probably like, just please get better so we can sleep.  I, however, was really embarrased seeing as how I haven't cleaned my room since I came back from Paris, and all the things I bought from there and Scotland and now London are in piles...oops...Oh well...Time for Shakepeare!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3783697-85331009?l=turtleshells.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3783697/posts/default/85331009'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3783697/posts/default/85331009'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://turtleshells.blogspot.com/2002_12_01_archive.html#85331009' title=''/><author><name>Rachel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11720260438123510614</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-3783697.post-85292798</id><published>2002-11-30T13:45:00.000Z</published><updated>2002-11-30T13:45:29.373Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I have put the list of awards on my blog...But I left the list at Haley's!...So stay tuned!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3783697-85292798?l=turtleshells.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3783697/posts/default/85292798'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3783697/posts/default/85292798'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://turtleshells.blogspot.com/2002_11_24_archive.html#85292798' title=''/><author><name>Rachel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11720260438123510614</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-3783697.post-85292676</id><published>2002-11-30T13:39:00.000Z</published><updated>2002-11-30T13:39:17.853Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I got sickees :-( &lt;br /&gt;I got sick yesterday..I was fine when we left and all througout the day I got worse and worse!!!  So today I am woking my Shakespeare essay...How can I concentrate after such an eventful few days?!?!?!?!?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3783697-85292676?l=turtleshells.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3783697/posts/default/85292676'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3783697/posts/default/85292676'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://turtleshells.blogspot.com/2002_11_24_archive.html#85292676' title=''/><author><name>Rachel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11720260438123510614</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-3783697.post-85292649</id><published>2002-11-30T13:37:00.000Z</published><updated>2002-11-30T13:37:57.240Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Ok yesterday!!!! I am KICK ASS!!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We went to London for out last field trip....It was soooooo much fun!  We went to the Cabinet War Rooms and it was so interesting!!!!&lt;br /&gt;Then Haley, Beck, Court, Casey, and I spent the rest of our day in the Thearte district in London.  We were originally going to see Les Miz, but our plans changed!  We ended seeing This is Our Youth satrring Colin Hanks, Keiran Culkin, and Alison somebody!!! It was really good!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;Court Beck and Case didn't want to look up the stage so they took the"best seats in those"  Special student seats!  Well Beck and I weren't having that so we took the obstructed view seat in the second row for £10!  The only obstruction was the fact that we were in the play we were so close, and it was awesome!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At curtain call Keiran looked at us and we smiled so when they came back for a second curtain call me and Becks stood up!  We were the only two people in the whole theatre standing up and in the secodn row...So they looked us and smiled and nodded in gratitude!  I was get it us....  If that wasn't all we waited after the show to talk to them!  There was like 50 people waiting to get autographs and Court had her video camera out...And it was so...I dunno...I got into on of those wierd I don't wanna ask you for an autograph because I'm so over that moods that I really regret the next day, but oh well!&lt;br /&gt;The first person to come out was the girl and we talked to her for a bit and she was really nice....Then Kerinan came out and he got swarmed by the 50 15 year old brits so I didn't even go over there, but Haley and Becks, and Court got his autograph..Cheers to you girls!  Then Colin came out, and again I got trampled...Only this time I started making fun of everyone around me!  I was yelling that I got caught in the crowd...And when Court got his autograph she asked if she could video tape and I was teasing her sayings tupid American..Then the lady next to me said hey you said it not me!!!!  (She of course was British)  She was funny!&lt;br /&gt;Anyway...back to the story....I just everyone get and autograph and what not...Then I just went up to him, and said &lt;br /&gt;"Hi I don't want an autograph or a picture or anything...I just want to tell you that I think you did a great job.  I really respect the work you did up there!  When I got my ticket I didn't know what to expect, but I was really impressed, so great job"&lt;br /&gt;The Colin Hanks was like&lt;br /&gt;"Thank you so much...Give me a hug"  Then we hugged then he said "You are kick ass!!"&lt;br /&gt;Then I said "No you are kick ass!"&lt;br /&gt;Then I turned to my friends and said "Hey I'm kick ass!"&lt;br /&gt;He was so nice!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then we walked to the tube station and we were looking at the map and he walked by us and he was like "Hey Kick Ass" and I turned and I laughed and said "Hey break a leg with the rest of your run" and he said "Thanks a lot"&lt;br /&gt;He was very geuine, and I liked him a lot...Which is good for him, because when I am world famous casting director I will remember how nice he was!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so our last field trip to London was a success!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3783697-85292649?l=turtleshells.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3783697/posts/default/85292649'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3783697/posts/default/85292649'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://turtleshells.blogspot.com/2002_11_24_archive.html#85292649' title=''/><author><name>Rachel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11720260438123510614</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>
