<?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-10040913</id><updated>2011-07-14T19:38:52.779-05:00</updated><title type='text'>¿Qué?</title><subtitle type='html'>¿Qué? is the newest techno band made up of five crazy Catholic college students.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://minifalda.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10040913/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://minifalda.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10040913/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Judit</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06191875087426057383</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='22' src='http://www.geocities.com/farminghobbit/Penguinedit.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>128</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10040913.post-115722949451628249</id><published>2006-09-02T15:00:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-09-02T15:38:14.580-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Hair gel and Plug Ins</title><content type='html'>Wow, bad Judit!  Bad!  *irons hands*  Here I am yelling at ya'll to post and I don't even post!!  Tisk, tisk.  Although, save dear Meche I have noticed that none of yoooouuu are blogging.  Hmmm.  Anyway, the last three weeks in the life of Judit, go!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm a dork who can't read plane tickets correctly, so I told my ride to pick me up @ Dulles 40 mins after my schedueled landing.  Then the pilot got us in 30 min early and my ride was an hour late.  Yay!  I bonded with random travelers and really cute kids from some other country.  He he.  But all was well and I got into my dorm at 2 am.  My room is great.  Meg and I are getting along splendidly.  I sleep on a trundel bed which slides under Megan's which is kinda cool.  I like it.  Laura stayed on my floor until it was time for her and half of my class to go to Rome.  The other half goes in the spring.  Seriously, every year a majority of the junior class goes to Rome.  This year, it's everyone but 5 or 6.  And I am one of those 5 or 6.  Sad for me.  Oh well, I will hold down the fort like it's never been held down before. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Classes have been going well.  I've got 2 sophomore classes and 3 junior classes so I get confused some times.  Especially since there are transfers in both sets of classes.  So confused I tell you.  But good.  I really like most of them.  I even like Medieval philosophy despite the uber boring prof.  And I dropped Latin, so it's all good! he he&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My crazy movie making friends have released a feature length film at the local movie theatre.  There was a big premire and everything.  I was the official photographer, so I got to pester people and make them pose.  I think Mike was ready to take my head off, but he was too happy with the success of the movie.  See my facebook for the pictures. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It seems as thought the freshman are settling in well.  Silly freshman.  Some of them live on my wing.  I like them lots. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Um, I'm chewing some gum.  And talking to Smitha on Google Talk.  And I'm supposed to be reading Beowulf. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh! Oh!  I found the coolest shirt at K-Mart!  It's lime green and says I (lips) Midwestern Boys!  Granted if I'd gotten it at home it would've been a little weird, but on the East Coast, it's totally wicked cool!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10040913-115722949451628249?l=minifalda.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://minifalda.blogspot.com/feeds/115722949451628249/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10040913&amp;postID=115722949451628249&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10040913/posts/default/115722949451628249'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10040913/posts/default/115722949451628249'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://minifalda.blogspot.com/2006/09/hair-gel-and-plug-ins.html' title='Hair gel and Plug Ins'/><author><name>Judit</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06191875087426057383</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='22' src='http://www.geocities.com/farminghobbit/Penguinedit.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10040913.post-115613019148022027</id><published>2006-08-20T22:05:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-08-20T22:16:31.510-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Apple Robber</title><content type='html'>Judit, are you at the CC?!  When do classes start?  I have checked the blog and realized that my new and improved pic is not up yet.  I (im)patiently wait it's arrival.  Oh, and it's too bad that we didn't get that pic of Lorena or Magdelena in Geisha garb!  That would have been uber-cool!  &lt;br /&gt;Don't really have a lot to do right now... waiting for towels to wash and/or dry.  Tomorrow, I will be taking my math placement exam and having an audition for my voice lesson.  Fun stuff... not really, but oh well.  &lt;br /&gt;Word of the day: stealth.  It takes plenty of that to steal apples from someone's front yard when they're practially staring at it through the livingroom window!  Heh heh heh!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10040913-115613019148022027?l=minifalda.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://minifalda.blogspot.com/feeds/115613019148022027/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10040913&amp;postID=115613019148022027&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10040913/posts/default/115613019148022027'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10040913/posts/default/115613019148022027'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://minifalda.blogspot.com/2006/08/apple-robber.html' title='Apple Robber'/><author><name>Meche</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04731004334808891046</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10040913.post-115498038244433820</id><published>2006-08-07T14:50:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-08-07T14:53:02.456-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Prayer request</title><content type='html'>I would like for all of you who are reading this blog to keep me in your prayers until October.  I have had an oportunity opened to me and I need your prayers to keep it open!  Thank you so much!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Word of the day: softball, because I will be going to a church league game tonight and I'm excited!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10040913-115498038244433820?l=minifalda.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://minifalda.blogspot.com/feeds/115498038244433820/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10040913&amp;postID=115498038244433820&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10040913/posts/default/115498038244433820'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10040913/posts/default/115498038244433820'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://minifalda.blogspot.com/2006/08/prayer-request.html' title='Prayer request'/><author><name>Meche</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04731004334808891046</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10040913.post-114992439807451095</id><published>2006-06-10T02:13:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-06-10T02:26:38.096-05:00</updated><title type='text'>New Look</title><content type='html'>Well, as Meche said, and you've probably noticed, ¿Qué? is a little. . . deadish.  But we're working on that.  After we hog-tie Lorena and make her blog, things should be okay.  But for now, I am planning on giving the sidebar a little spiff up.  Oka-a-ay, that sounded really. . . brokeback.  There probably won't be much going on over the summer, but yea. Keep your little blogging eyes peeled on the sidebar.  :P&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10040913-114992439807451095?l=minifalda.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://minifalda.blogspot.com/feeds/114992439807451095/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10040913&amp;postID=114992439807451095&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10040913/posts/default/114992439807451095'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10040913/posts/default/114992439807451095'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://minifalda.blogspot.com/2006/06/new-look.html' title='New Look'/><author><name>Judit</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06191875087426057383</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='22' src='http://www.geocities.com/farminghobbit/Penguinedit.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10040913.post-114977737091966888</id><published>2006-06-08T08:52:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-06-08T09:37:19.920-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Contrary to Popular Belief...</title><content type='html'>No, Que has not died!  It is merely taking a very long siesta.  The Hobbit and I are attempting to wake it... and if that fails, then yes, sadly... it will die.  But fret not, for we will whisper in its ear, shout in its face, jump on top of it and throw water at it in valient effort!  &lt;br /&gt;However, I think that for the summer, we still won't be posting &lt;strong&gt;as much as&lt;/strong&gt; we usually would... cuz we're all in the same town now and can keep up with each other quite nicely.  &lt;br /&gt;So, you may ask: how have the chicas been doing since last you heard from us?  Well, Judit is living with Bob, seems to be doing quite well.  She still has better days than others, but for the most part, has enjoyed hanging out with friends and being her goofy self.  She has been showing us videos/movies filmed at CC and has been telling us some quite interesting stories about her acquaintances and friends... I think I am beginning to understand certain people... or at least remember who they are!&lt;br /&gt;Constancia is also living with her parents... she is working at 3M for the summer.  She was on the midnight-8am shift making masks, but she switched to a split shift in the cafeteria from 9-1 and 5-9.  She still likes to hang out at the Coffee Smith a lot and has been enjoying her sleep.  &lt;br /&gt;Lorena has gradu-ma-tated high school and will be going to the School of Mines next year.  She's looking forward to things like making robots and hearing a lot of techno.  She enjoys going to shows very much and will be going to the Warped Festival in Colorado next month.  &lt;br /&gt;Magdelena is also living with her parents but is currently apartment-hunting.  She is also out to get a new job.  She has also applied at 3M and Wells Fargo... we'll see if she joins the ranks of 3Mers.  She has been hanging out a lot with us but she has also been hanging out with friends from school/work so we don't see her quite as often.  However, she seems to be doing well.&lt;br /&gt;I am also taking up residents with the parental units for the time being.  However, I am also paying for an apartment in Grand Forks, where I will be going to school next year.  I work at 3M on the midnight-8am shift making masks, so what with sleeping during the day, I have little time to do much of anything.  All things considered, I'm still relatively happy.  I enjoy going to shows with Lorena and/or JimBeth when I can and will be leaving for a 3 week "vacation" to Edmundton, Alberta, Canada and then to Vancouver, WA.  I'm going with my family and we will be driving the whole way... should be intersting.  &lt;br /&gt;So that's what's up!  Oh, I also have another blog &lt;a href="http://www.xanga.com/thebowlingalley"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt; and a MySpace &lt;a href="http://www.myspace.com/danihale"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;.  Visit if you wish.&lt;br /&gt;Word of the day: eternity... because that's about how long it's been since anyone last posted!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10040913-114977737091966888?l=minifalda.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://minifalda.blogspot.com/feeds/114977737091966888/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10040913&amp;postID=114977737091966888&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10040913/posts/default/114977737091966888'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10040913/posts/default/114977737091966888'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://minifalda.blogspot.com/2006/06/contrary-to-popular-belief.html' title='Contrary to Popular Belief...'/><author><name>Meche</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04731004334808891046</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10040913.post-114540061650570418</id><published>2006-04-18T17:49:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-04-18T17:50:16.523-05:00</updated><title type='text'>God loves me so much</title><content type='html'>Last night I decided to go to morning prayer this morning. So my alarm went off at 7:15 in the am. Uuuhhh. I got up at 7:20, threw on jeans and a sweatshirt, grabbed my chapel veil and morning prayer book and ran. I made it there right as they started. Unfortuantely it's Easter so I was confused beyond all get out. Sunday of week I my elbow. After that I went to breakfast, and instead of getting an unhealthy waffle with unhealthy toppings, I got two boiled eggs, steamed apples, and bacon. (Okay, cut me so slack, I did well on the first two!) I then went back to my room and studied Latin. (Where does the virtue end? :P) At 9, I got ready leisurely for class. At about 9:30 I popped my head into Claire's room and announced that she needed to be awake. Granted she already was, but I wanted to make it known that she didn't have to wake me up. Unsually I am sat upon by her or Liz at about 9:45. I announced that I'd been up since 7:20 and went to morning prayer and breakfast and studied. She stared blankly at me. I'm not sure if that's because my behavior was so shocking or that I was monologuing to her while she was in a towel. (That, by the way, is not shocking. I do that more than a person would think.) At about 9:45 Liz walked into my room, expecting to do the customary wake-me-up routine. (Usually involving shouting and shaking.) She was suprised when I opened the door for her and even more so that I was applying mascara and not sleeping. He he he. She then went to shower. Claire, Liz (other Liz), and I left for the Commons at 9:55 knowing that Liz (in the shower Liz) was going to be very, vey late for class and kind of sad for her, but hey, if she wants to be clean, that's her deal. Once we got there, we found out that poli sci was canceled. There was much rejoicing. We all decided to go to theology instead, so we wouldn't have to do it later. That's when we found out theology was also cancled. And there was much, much rejoicing. I stood in the hallway and watched the faces of exhuberant sophomores as they found out the good news. (Really, it was great.) All the sophomores have the same theology teacher and many have the same poli sci, so it really was a good day. As I was walking back to the dorm with Claire, I said, "You know. I got up for morning prayer and such and started out my day ordered. I feel like God just said, 'Good job WP, have a treat. Here, I'll cancel two of your classes.' And I'm like, thanks God, I like that treat. That's a great treat." Claire laughed and told me I should wake up early more often, because it works out well for all of us.As we got to the dorm, Liz finally came out. She looked at us strange and asked what we were doing. Claire promptly told her that it was Wednesday and that she didn't have a class until 1. They did the 'no it's not' 'yes it is' thing for awhile. Finally I said that if it wasn't Wednesday, then no one told J-ski or Bersnak that, because we didn't have class. I love making the Duck happy. Anyway, because of my class load being cut in half today, I was able to study Latin, go to Mass, got to lunch, read some Dante, do my metaphysics homework, watch as episode of 24, and take a nap. I love God!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10040913-114540061650570418?l=minifalda.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://minifalda.blogspot.com/feeds/114540061650570418/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10040913&amp;postID=114540061650570418&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10040913/posts/default/114540061650570418'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10040913/posts/default/114540061650570418'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://minifalda.blogspot.com/2006/04/god-loves-me-so-much.html' title='God loves me so much'/><author><name>Judit</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06191875087426057383</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='22' src='http://www.geocities.com/farminghobbit/Penguinedit.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10040913.post-114444334272882184</id><published>2006-04-07T15:53:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-04-07T15:57:26.290-05:00</updated><title type='text'>New Blog</title><content type='html'>Okay, since no one has been posting &lt;strong&gt;at all&lt;/strong&gt; lately and because the Hobbit has a new blog, I have decided to get one as well!  It is a Xanga, which unfortunately means that if you don't have a Xanga, you can't post comments.  Sad, I know :(  But, if you want, You can post them here because I will still be checking up on Que every so often.  my new site is &lt;a href="http://www.xanga.com/thebowlingalley"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;.  Please check it out!  &lt;br /&gt;Word of the Day: Coheed and Cambria, because they are an awesome band!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10040913-114444334272882184?l=minifalda.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://minifalda.blogspot.com/feeds/114444334272882184/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10040913&amp;postID=114444334272882184&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10040913/posts/default/114444334272882184'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10040913/posts/default/114444334272882184'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://minifalda.blogspot.com/2006/04/new-blog.html' title='New Blog'/><author><name>Meche</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04731004334808891046</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10040913.post-114195193170105483</id><published>2006-03-09T18:20:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-03-09T18:52:11.743-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Full of Life</title><content type='html'>W00t!!! I'm about ready to jump out of my skin!! I love babies!!! South Dakota loves babies!!! Michelle has a baby!!! (Who I assume she loves very much!!!) Okay, let me rewind and play at, like, half speed.&lt;br /&gt;So first I hear that Gov. Rounds (who I now love very much) signed the abortion ban. Read more &lt;a href="http://www.ksfy.com/Stories/Story.cfm?SID=6182"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;. What I think is even more awesome than that, is the people of South Dakota's attitude on abortion. Granted, if asked, many will say that it is &lt;a href="http://www.ksfy.com/Stories/Story.cfm?SID=6180"&gt;up to the person,&lt;/a&gt; but would not have one themselves. And, I think, many people (not all of course), if a friend asked them what they should do, would council against abortion. Go us! Of course Planned Parenthood is blowing it all &lt;a href="http://www.ksfy.com/Stories/Story.cfm?SID=6189"&gt;out of proportion&lt;/a&gt;. '"The people of South Dakota are so angry about this ban. And our phones have been ringing off the hook and our e-mail is just jammed," says Sarah Stoesz of Planned Parenthood.' Okay, I haven't taken a gallop poll (those things are SO accurate anyway. . . ) of what South Dakotans think, but I highly doubt there are even enough people who&lt;em&gt; care &lt;/em&gt;one way or another to cause phones to even make a change. All I have to say about that is whatever. Apparently they want to put it up to a &lt;a href="http://www.ksfy.com/Stories/Story.cfm?SID=6181"&gt;public vote.&lt;/a&gt; I say let 'em! We can show them what South Dakotans really think about life!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The other night, I checked my voice mail at about 2 am and Bob left me a voicemail saying that Michelle was in labor. I ended up calling the hospital at 2: 30 am my time, 1: 30 am her time. The nurse told me that she wasn't taking any calls at that point. Later on I wasn't suprised, because little Patrick Leonard was born at 1: 46 am! 7 lbs, 4 oz, and cuter than any buttons I've ever seen!! Check out &lt;a href="http://bknebel.blogspot.com/2006/03/welcome-to-world.html"&gt;Basil's blog&lt;/a&gt; for pictures and more info.  Congradulations Michelle!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10040913-114195193170105483?l=minifalda.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://minifalda.blogspot.com/feeds/114195193170105483/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10040913&amp;postID=114195193170105483&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10040913/posts/default/114195193170105483'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10040913/posts/default/114195193170105483'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://minifalda.blogspot.com/2006/03/full-of-life.html' title='Full of Life'/><author><name>Judit</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06191875087426057383</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='22' src='http://www.geocities.com/farminghobbit/Penguinedit.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10040913.post-114098285149400408</id><published>2006-02-26T13:40:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-02-26T13:40:51.516-06:00</updated><title type='text'>How old are YOU?!</title><content type='html'>&lt;table width=350 align=center border=0 cellspacing=0 cellpadding=2&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#F0FFF0" align=center&gt;&lt;font face="Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif" style='color:black; font-size: 14pt;'&gt;&lt;b&gt;You Are 24 Years Old&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#F8FFF8"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.blogthings.com/whatagequiz/cake.jpg" height="100" width="100"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;font color="#000000"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Under 12: You are a kid at heart. You still have an optimistic life view - and you look at the world with awe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13-19: You are a teenager at heart. You question authority and are still trying to find your place in this world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;20-29: You are a twentysomething at heart. You feel excited about what's to come... love, work, and new experiences.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;30-39: You are a thirtysomething at heart. You've had a taste of success and true love, but you want more!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;40+: You are a mature adult. You've been through most of the ups and downs of life already. Now you get to sit back and relax.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/whatagequiz/"&gt;What Age Do You Act?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10040913-114098285149400408?l=minifalda.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://minifalda.blogspot.com/feeds/114098285149400408/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10040913&amp;postID=114098285149400408&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10040913/posts/default/114098285149400408'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10040913/posts/default/114098285149400408'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://minifalda.blogspot.com/2006/02/how-old-are-you.html' title='How old are YOU?!'/><author><name>Meche</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04731004334808891046</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10040913.post-114058116124562930</id><published>2006-02-21T21:02:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-02-21T22:06:01.276-06:00</updated><title type='text'>And So On And So On And So On</title><content type='html'>Wow!  It has been a flippen long time since anyone has posted save the last post!!!  Holy crap!!!!  I feel as though I have failed yous all guys. And so, what has been happening in the life of Judit lately. Lots of saints have been happening lately. First of all, St. Valentine's Day. This year was a nice change from the crap of last year. I have found out that if you break up with your boyfriend in January and Valentine's Day falls in February, it will not be fun. HOWEVER, if you acquire a boyfriend in the beginning of February and Valentine's Day falls in the middle, life is good. Granted, I've had 17 Valentine's Days without a boyfriend or recent privation of one that were perfectly normal. This one was just particularly . . . wonderful. Then there was St. Genisius's Night. Basically an excuse for CC students to get on stage and be silly. Good, good times. Pictures for yous.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;St. V Day&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.geocities.com/farminghobbit/1vblog.JPG" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.geocities.com/farminghobbit/2vblog.JPG" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.geocities.com/farminghobbit/3vblog.JPG" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.geocities.com/farminghobbit/4vblog.JPG" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;St. G Day&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.geocities.com/farminghobbit/1blog.JPG" /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.geocities.com/farminghobbit/2blog.JPG" /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.geocities.com/farminghobbit/3blog.JPG" /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.geocities.com/farminghobbit/4blog.JPG" /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.geocities.com/farminghobbit/5blog.JPG" /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.geocities.com/farminghobbit/6blog.JPG" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10040913-114058116124562930?l=minifalda.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://minifalda.blogspot.com/feeds/114058116124562930/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10040913&amp;postID=114058116124562930&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10040913/posts/default/114058116124562930'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10040913/posts/default/114058116124562930'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://minifalda.blogspot.com/2006/02/and-so-on-and-so-on-and-so-on.html' title='And So On And So On And So On'/><author><name>Judit</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06191875087426057383</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='22' src='http://www.geocities.com/farminghobbit/Penguinedit.jpg'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10040913.post-114048401739827203</id><published>2006-02-20T18:42:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-02-20T23:35:41.473-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Post</title><content type='html'>That's right, the number of posts on the blog is such that the sheer word "post" is an oddity!  Wow, chicas, either we've gotten extremely boring, or we've all got too much on our plates.  As for me, it's the former.  Yeah, I'll admit, I do have quite a bit going on, but not quite so much that I didn't actually have time to post.  &lt;br /&gt;However, I'm going to inform all you blog-ites exactly what has been going on in my life for the past month(s).&lt;br /&gt;Christmas vacation was really fun.  I got to hang out with the fam and the friends for about 2 weeks (yeah, we kinda got gyped when it came to that).  The Hobbit was home and ALL of the bloggers were at her house at one time!  It was amazing :D  We ended up watching music videos most of the time and came up with some pretty good blog topics which never made it to Simon's keyboard :S  Anyway, while watching Weezer's video for "Perfect Situation" (good song, I might add), I told the other bloggers that the lead singer, Rivers Cuomo, had been celibate for 2 years because he was consentrating on Grad school or some such nonsense.  Anyway, Judit gave me an almost disgusted look and Constancia announced that in all, the blog held over 90 YEARS of celibacy!  How cool is that?!  The post containing all this information was going to be conveniently titled "Over 90 Years of Celibacy."  Go figure.  Sounds like a musical to me! (Just kidding)&lt;br /&gt;Then, Lorena and I had a small Emo-type war, which wasn't really a war but more of a "who can be more emo" type-thing.  Basically, we were watching a bunch of punk and emo videos and one of which was by The Click Five.  I said that it's emo to hate The Click Five.  Then there was a part of the video where some chick writes her number or something of that sort on a guys forearm in permanent marker and Lorena retorted with "that would be emo if she wrote it in blood!"  Touché, Lorena.  You win!  &lt;br /&gt;Then, after Christmas I decided that I was going to get serious about transferring, so I e-mailed Yale about getting some info which, by the way, I still have not recieved.  Upon non-recieval of said information, I decided to apply online.  I'm almost done now... good thing, too cause it's due March 1!  Also, about 2 weeks ago, I went to visit my brother and aunt in Grand Forks and decided that if I didn't make it into Yale, UND wouldn't be so bad.  &lt;br /&gt;Oh, and I'm in the school's production of &lt;em&gt;My Fair Lady&lt;/em&gt;.  Really looking forward to it.  Constancia's in it as well!  We're both Cockneys, which means we're poor street urchin type people.  You should hear Constancia's line!  It's the best.  Hehehe.  But I'll let her tell you about that.  &lt;br /&gt;And speaking of Constancia, she's going to Rome, Italy over spring break.  Lucky!  I'm sure she'll have plenty of pictures to post and lots of stories to tell when she gets back *hint, hint*  I can't wait.  &lt;br /&gt;Midterms this week!  Yep, already.  I'm a little stressed about my playing exam for precussion pedagogy, but I'm not nearly as stressed as I probably should be because I've kinda got the Spring-Break-Fever.  Yeah that's right.  Not just Spring-Fever, Spring-Break-Fever.  Clever, I know.  :P&lt;br /&gt;Well, I'd say it's about that time.  But before I let "the word" fly, The play is April 6-8.  Come.  You'll love it.&lt;br /&gt;So, word of the day (or month, as it will most likely end up): Narnia.  Yeah, I'm pretty much obsessed.  Did I mention that I went to &lt;strong&gt;The Lion the Witch and the Wardrobe&lt;/strong&gt; 3 times over Christmas break.  Yeah, pretty much insane.  And I'm re-reading the books now.  I'm on  &lt;em&gt;Voyage of the&lt;/em&gt; Dawn Treader.  Probably my favorite book, apart from the very end of &lt;em&gt;The Last Battle&lt;/em&gt;.  C.S. Lewis really knows how to end a series well, let me tell you!&lt;br /&gt;Meche, out.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10040913-114048401739827203?l=minifalda.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://minifalda.blogspot.com/feeds/114048401739827203/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10040913&amp;postID=114048401739827203&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10040913/posts/default/114048401739827203'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10040913/posts/default/114048401739827203'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://minifalda.blogspot.com/2006/02/post.html' title='Post'/><author><name>Meche</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04731004334808891046</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10040913.post-113813423511035164</id><published>2006-01-24T14:13:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-01-24T14:23:55.133-06:00</updated><title type='text'>J-E-S-U-S!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;Your love is extravagant.&lt;br /&gt;Your friendship, it is intimate.&lt;br /&gt;I feel like moving to the rhythm of Your grace.&lt;br /&gt;Your fragrance is intoxicated in our secret place.&lt;br /&gt;Your love is extravagant.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Spread wide in the arms of Christ&lt;br /&gt;is a love that conquers sin.&lt;br /&gt;No greater love have I ever known,&lt;br /&gt;You consider me a friend.&lt;br /&gt;You've captured my heart again.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've had that song stuck in my head since before Search this past weekend!  Now you can all get it stuck in yours... if you know it :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, and I heard this really cool Bible verse today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"the LORD will fight for you, you need only be still."&lt;/em&gt; Ex. 14:14&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Word of the day: well, it's actually a phrase.  "Veni Sanctae Spiritus," which means "Come Holy Spirit" (or at least, that's what it means if I spelled everything correctly :S)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10040913-113813423511035164?l=minifalda.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://minifalda.blogspot.com/feeds/113813423511035164/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10040913&amp;postID=113813423511035164&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10040913/posts/default/113813423511035164'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10040913/posts/default/113813423511035164'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://minifalda.blogspot.com/2006/01/j-e-s-u-s.html' title='J-E-S-U-S!!!'/><author><name>Meche</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04731004334808891046</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10040913.post-113686831547663062</id><published>2006-01-09T22:39:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-01-09T22:45:15.496-06:00</updated><title type='text'>HAPPY BIRTHDAY!!!</title><content type='html'>Wooo Hooo!  Today, Qué is one whole year old!  How exciting is that?  Which, of course, means I have to sing happy birthday to the blog.  So, here goes: *ahem*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy birthday to you,&lt;br /&gt;Happy birthday to you,&lt;br /&gt;Happy birthday dear Qué,&lt;br /&gt;Happy birthday to you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And, word of the day: one.  For obvious reasons. :P&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10040913-113686831547663062?l=minifalda.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://minifalda.blogspot.com/feeds/113686831547663062/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10040913&amp;postID=113686831547663062&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10040913/posts/default/113686831547663062'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10040913/posts/default/113686831547663062'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://minifalda.blogspot.com/2006/01/happy-birthday.html' title='HAPPY BIRTHDAY!!!'/><author><name>Meche</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04731004334808891046</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10040913.post-113675156864693931</id><published>2006-01-08T14:17:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-01-08T14:19:28.666-06:00</updated><title type='text'>So True</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1205/1123/1600/happy_bunny2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1205/1123/320/happy_bunny2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe that's a little bit dramatic.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10040913-113675156864693931?l=minifalda.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://minifalda.blogspot.com/feeds/113675156864693931/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10040913&amp;postID=113675156864693931&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10040913/posts/default/113675156864693931'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10040913/posts/default/113675156864693931'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://minifalda.blogspot.com/2006/01/so-true.html' title='So True'/><author><name>Judit</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06191875087426057383</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='22' src='http://www.geocities.com/farminghobbit/Penguinedit.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10040913.post-113615318461420269</id><published>2006-01-01T13:25:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-01-02T01:04:24.220-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Dejavu (I don't know if that is really spelled right...)</title><content type='html'>So yeah, I was real bored and decided to do this survey too... enjoy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. What did you do in 2005 that you’d never done before? Got a speeding ticket, man that wasn't cool at all! I also worked two jobs all summer trying to save up money so that I can go to Rome for spring break, and then I had to spend $79 of that money to pay for the stupid ticket!&lt;br /&gt;2. Did you keep your New Year’s resolutions, and will you make more for next year? Like Judit I didn't really make a new years resolution last year, but for this year I haven't decided, which I should do b/c we actually have already started this new year... I probably won't make one... again&lt;br /&gt;3. Did anyone close to you give birth? Not that I can think of... my sister did, but that was in 2004, but it was almost 2005! And I know that some people close to me will be expecting in a while, I had lots of friends get married/engaged this year!&lt;br /&gt;4. Did anyone close to you die? No, Thankfully!!&lt;br /&gt;5. What countries did you visit? None this year, unless like Judit I can now count states as countries... I visited Maryland and I guess North Dakota (I techincally lived there) and I will be visiting Italy... I paid for that trip all in 2005, so ya... :P&lt;br /&gt;6. What would you like to have in 2006 that you lacked in 2005? Stronger faith, closer relationships with friends, and more money -- I hate money but you gotta have it... grrr&lt;br /&gt;7. What date from 2005 will remain etched upon your memory? March 23 and December 19&lt;br /&gt;8. What was your biggest achievement of the year? Working all summer and saving most of the money for my trip to Rome!&lt;br /&gt;9. What was your biggest failure? Having to drop a class 2 weeks before semester so that it woudln't pull my GPA down. Letting down my parents.&lt;br /&gt;10. Did you suffer illness or injury? well since Judit said no, I feel like I got nothing, but I had my gall bladder out and that wasn't cool.&lt;br /&gt;11. What was the best thing you bought? My trip to Rome and a chicken dancer Elmo for my nephew&lt;br /&gt;12. Whose behavior made you appalled and depressed? Mine is pretty far up there...&lt;br /&gt;13. Where did most of your money go? Food and gas and my trip, and like Judit said money that I will someday have to give to the bank went to mi escuela.&lt;br /&gt;14. What did you get really, really, really, excited about? Lots of things... seeing my family 2 times this year, going to Texas for spring break, going to Rome for spring break next year, my friends getting engaged and many many more!&lt;br /&gt;15. What song/album will always remind you of 2005? More, Stay with me, I promise&lt;br /&gt;16. Compare to this time last year, are you:a. happier or sadder? um... overall prob about the same, maybe a little more happy b. thinner or fatter? again, about the same c. Richer or poorer? well... it depends if you are talking about money, to which the answer would be: yet again about the same, I did have lots of monies for a while, but they all went away. But if you ask "theoretically" about life, then i would say richer!&lt;br /&gt;17. What do you wish you’d done more of? Spent time on homework, and time with friends, also more time praying.&lt;br /&gt;18. What do you wish you’d done less of? Procrastinated and not caring&lt;br /&gt;19. How did you spend Christmas? Laying on my couch/lazy boy sleeping, eating and watching a movie.&lt;br /&gt;20. Did you fall in love in 2005? Kind of&lt;br /&gt;21. What was your favorite TV program? FRIENDS! after that... Will and Grace, Gilmore Girls, and the discovery health channel!&lt;br /&gt;22. Do you hate anyone now that you didn’t hate this time last year? Nope&lt;br /&gt;23. What was the best book you read? Um... I think one of the only ones I finished was The five people you meet in heaven... I don't have much time to read with school and work and such.&lt;br /&gt;24. What was your greatest musical discovery? My friend Claire's (Claire Bear, hehe) voice... BEAUTIFUL&lt;br /&gt;25. What did you want and get? a trip to Rome and a digital camera&lt;br /&gt;26. What did you want and not get? hehe, lots of things... wouldn't you like to know????&lt;br /&gt;27. What was your favourite film of this year? No favorites really, but i liked Cinderella Man and The Wedding Date... and you spell favourite like a Brit!!!&lt;br /&gt;28. What did you do on your birthday, and how old were you? Just so that you know, this was really hard to remember, it has been almost a year since this.... but I got up and went to brunch, then slept some more, then went out to eat with a bunch of friends at TGI Fridays and then went to church then did homework and went to bed. And I was 19, but soon to be 20!!!! :D&lt;br /&gt;29. What one thing would have made your year immeasurably more satisfying? Not really sure, maybe meeting the man of my dreams! ;)&lt;br /&gt;30. How would you describe your personal fashion concepts in 2005? Mostly just comfy... sweats, jeans, hoodies, t-shirts, sweaters and slippers!&lt;br /&gt;31. What kept you sane? who said I stayed sane??? I guess just God's goodness and grace.&lt;br /&gt;32. Which celebrity/public figure did you like the most? Brad Pitt and Jeniffer Aniston... I know its stupid, but I really like both of them.&lt;br /&gt;33. What political issue stirred you the most? I will have to go w/ Judit on the Terri Schivo case and the debate of abortion laws.&lt;br /&gt;34. Who did you miss? Friends, family, home, again like Judit, I don't like having two different lives in two different places.&lt;br /&gt;35. Who was the best new person you met? There are a few: Claire Bear, Matt- aka Stewart, Canada, KB, Al, Jo, Carly and lots more!&lt;br /&gt;36. Quote a song lyric that sums up your year? This applies to both of my lives: "I'll be ther when you call me in the middle of the night/I'll keep the rain from fallin' down into your life... I promise, I promise, I promise I will/And I love you more everyday and nothin' can take that love away/When you need someone/I promise I'll be there for you, for you"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10040913-113615318461420269?l=minifalda.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://minifalda.blogspot.com/feeds/113615318461420269/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10040913&amp;postID=113615318461420269&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10040913/posts/default/113615318461420269'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10040913/posts/default/113615318461420269'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://minifalda.blogspot.com/2006/01/dejavu-i-dont-know-if-that-is-really.html' title='Dejavu (I don&apos;t know if that is really spelled right...)'/><author><name>Constancia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03412489978113799949</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10040913.post-113601537484106670</id><published>2005-12-31T01:48:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-12-31T01:49:34.866-06:00</updated><title type='text'>That's A Wrap</title><content type='html'>Well folks, the nice people over at Quid Hoc Est? have been kind enough to furnish me with a survey. Hehehe, I have too much fun with these things. It actually first can from &lt;a href="http://actiofidei.blogspot.com/"&gt;this kid&lt;/a&gt;. Now Dr. Stanford can't yell at me for plagurism. So here goes, my year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. What did you do in 2005 that you’d never done before? Spent $12 dollars on two chocolate bars. (Hey, when you’ve been in the Middle East for two weeks – with no chocolate – and on an airplane for 5 hours and soon to be on another one for 6 and an English lady is yelling at you about pounds, sometimes you do crazy things.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Did you keep your New Year’s resolutions, and will you make more for next year? I don’t know if I &lt;i&gt;made&lt;/i&gt; New Year’s resolutions last year. I figure when I find something that needs changing, I work on it then, not in January.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Did anyone close to you give birth? Well, I know people who gave birth, but I wouldn’t say I’m close to them. But I have some friends who are expecting! So excited! Twins!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Did anyone close to you die? Kind of, there was that guy I went to school with who died in Mexico. And someone very close to someone very close to me died.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. What countries did you visit? Oh here we go! London, (Wait, that’s not a country!) I mean England, Israel, Palestine, the Vatican, (in Jerusalem, how cool is that?!) and New York State. (That &lt;i&gt;is&lt;/i&gt; a country! Peach, take it however you’d like.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. What would you like to have in 2006 that you lacked in 2005? Enough credit hours to be a sophomore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. What date from 2005 will remain etched upon your memory? January 21&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. What was your biggest achievement of the year? I don’t know if I actually &lt;i&gt;achieved&lt;/i&gt; anything. . . .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. What was your biggest failure? My attitude towards my mom.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. Did you suffer illness or injury? No.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11. What was the best thing you bought? Gunter (Well, my mom bought him. Does that count? Probably not.) Okay, the best thing &lt;i&gt;I&lt;/i&gt; bought was 39 cent burritos from Martins. (39 cents! Can life &lt;i&gt;get&lt;/i&gt; any better?!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12. Whose behavior made you appalled and depressed? I’m going to have to agree with Jason, Fidelio, and Sir Joseph: Mine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13. Where did most of your money go? &lt;i&gt;My&lt;/i&gt; money went mostly towards food and such. Money that I’ll some day have to give to the bank went to that lovely place called Christendom College and the Mayo Clinic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14. What did you get really, really, really, excited about? Wow, there’s a few things. Going to the Holy Land, going to Carducci’s for the 4th, and, well, I’m a hopeless romantic, an event that recently happened that involved driving to Maryland to return mittens. (I wasn’t the one who did the driving. But I like to think I helped. :P)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15. What song/album will always remind you of 2005? The Reason and Good Riddance&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;16. Compare to this time last year, are you:&lt;br /&gt;a. happier or sadder? Sadder but wiser. . . actually, I take that back. I was &lt;i&gt;happier&lt;/i&gt; last year, but I think I’m more &lt;i&gt;joyful&lt;/i&gt; this year, if that makes any sense.&lt;br /&gt;b. thinner or fatter? Unfortunately, about the same. Maybe a bit thinner.&lt;br /&gt;c. Richer or poorer? POOR!!!! The WP needs to take a class in money management. (a.k.a. don’t loan monies to your friends! J/K guys.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;17. What do you wish you’d done more of? Been truly quiet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;18. What do you wish you’d done less of? Not cared.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;19. How did you spend Christmas? I watched movies with my cat and slept.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;20. Did you fall in love in 2005? Yes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;21. What was your favorite TV program? I used to really like the Gilmore Girls, the first few seasons were cute. Nothing deep, nothing controversial, just cute. Then it got dumb. I haven’t seen the West Wing in a long time, but I used to like that a lot. I’d have to say, though, my favorite would have to be. . . HOUSE!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;22. Do you hate anyone now that you didn’t hate this time last year? Okay, I want to make this clear, I may have gotten mad/irritated at people this year, but I don’t hate anyone. Did you hear that all the way in Florida? I DON’T HATE YOU!!! (Okay, I feel much better.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;23. What was the best book you read? I’m not sure, I’ve started so many that I haven’t finished. Probably the most inspiring was Out of Many Hearts. (About the Dominican Sisters of Hawthorne.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;24. What was your greatest musical discovery? Hehehe, Good Charlotte and Green Day. How is it that I go to a trad Catholic college and I discover crazy punk bands?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;25. What did you want and get? A green sweater.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;26. What did you want and not get? A vocation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;27. What was your favourite film of this year? I’m really bad at picking favorites. All I will say is that you spell favourite like a Brit!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;28. What did you do on your birthday, and how old were you? First I tried to figure out why everyone was running away from me. Then I went to Beth’s surprise birthday party and yelled at Hich for wanting me to play racquetball with him and then went to the gym and tried to figure out why everyone was jumping out at me yelling “SURPRISE!!!” (Seriously guys, I thought I’d accidentally crashed someone else’s party.) Then I had a totally kick posterior party!! Really awesome. Actually, that was the Friday before my birthday. On my birthday, I was late for my own birthday singing (they were early, that’s my story and I’m sticking to it.) I went to my first Trid Mass and ate the best Chinese food I’ve ever had. (Way to be T.J.) And then got some awesome birthday singing that I was almost late for again. (This time my fault.) Oh, and 19.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;29. What one thing would have made your year immeasurably more satisfying? All I will say to that is doctors are not always intelligent beings.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;30. How would you describe your personal fashion concepts in 2005? A combination of the closets of Jericho, Quia, Carducci, PBJ Girl, Laura-friend, and Maybef. Acutally, I think CO and Champ contributed, too. I do have my own clothes. I promise.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;31. What kept you sane? Mr. Strickland (Latin prof.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;32. Which celebrity/public figure did you like the most? Okay, did you guys know that Jim Caviezel is MARRIED?! Oh that makes me so sad – I mean happy for him. Yea, that’s it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;33. What political issue stirred you the most? Definitely the Terri Schivo case.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;34. Who did you miss? Friends, family, pets, home, school, convent. I don’t think I like having two lives in two different parts of the country. I guess I had three for a little while.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;35. Who was the best new person you met? I can think of three. Swinger, Champ, and Faz.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;36. Quote a song lyrice that sums up your year? “If you need to fall apart/ I can mend a broken heart/ If you need to crash then crash and burn/ You're not alone”&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10040913-113601537484106670?l=minifalda.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://minifalda.blogspot.com/feeds/113601537484106670/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10040913&amp;postID=113601537484106670&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10040913/posts/default/113601537484106670'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10040913/posts/default/113601537484106670'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://minifalda.blogspot.com/2005/12/thats-wrap.html' title='That&apos;s A Wrap'/><author><name>Judit</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06191875087426057383</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='22' src='http://www.geocities.com/farminghobbit/Penguinedit.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10040913.post-113558637940752579</id><published>2005-12-26T02:38:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-12-26T02:39:39.430-06:00</updated><title type='text'>The Picture Says It All</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5439/758/1600/humiliation.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5439/758/400/humiliation.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10040913-113558637940752579?l=minifalda.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://minifalda.blogspot.com/feeds/113558637940752579/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10040913&amp;postID=113558637940752579&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10040913/posts/default/113558637940752579'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10040913/posts/default/113558637940752579'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://minifalda.blogspot.com/2005/12/picture-says-it-all.html' title='The Picture Says It All'/><author><name>Judit</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06191875087426057383</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='22' src='http://www.geocities.com/farminghobbit/Penguinedit.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10040913.post-113555179935040065</id><published>2005-12-25T17:02:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-12-25T17:03:19.366-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Merry Christmas</title><content type='html'>I wish a Merry Christmas to ALL!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~ Remember: Jesus is the reason for the season!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God Bless&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10040913-113555179935040065?l=minifalda.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://minifalda.blogspot.com/feeds/113555179935040065/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10040913&amp;postID=113555179935040065&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10040913/posts/default/113555179935040065'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10040913/posts/default/113555179935040065'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://minifalda.blogspot.com/2005/12/merry-christmas.html' title='Merry Christmas'/><author><name>Constancia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03412489978113799949</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10040913.post-113532049491682645</id><published>2005-12-23T00:45:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-12-23T10:46:41.460-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Mod Podge</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;"My spoon is too big.&lt;br /&gt;My spoooon is too big!&lt;br /&gt;My spoon is too big."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I am a banana!"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(jet engine sounds)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Word of the day:&lt;br /&gt;Mao... it's a card game that is really fun!  Everyone should learn how to play it!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10040913-113532049491682645?l=minifalda.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://minifalda.blogspot.com/feeds/113532049491682645/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10040913&amp;postID=113532049491682645&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10040913/posts/default/113532049491682645'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10040913/posts/default/113532049491682645'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://minifalda.blogspot.com/2005/12/mod-podge.html' title='Mod Podge'/><author><name>Meche</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04731004334808891046</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10040913.post-113530972650931109</id><published>2005-12-22T21:11:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-12-22T21:48:46.560-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Surgery is stinky</title><content type='html'>I know its amazing... Constancia - one of the non posting bloggers -  is posting!!&lt;br /&gt;Basically its just becuase its Christmas break, so no homework and I am stuck on the couch for this part of it, because I had surgery on monday and got my gall bladder out. &lt;br /&gt;Ya it stinks, it is now thursday and I have been sitting on the couch since I got home on monday night.  I am so bored - absolutley nothing to do.  I sleep A LOT and have been watching some movies, checking my email constantly, my facebook constantly and seriously you can only check your online bank account so many times.  I am tired of doing nothing. &lt;br /&gt;Considering all things the surgery went pretty well, I guess I had adhesions on my gall bladder, which according to my sister (1st year surgery resident) means my GB had been "acting up" for quite a while.  I guess I kind of had scar tissue on it basically, which means it had been giving me problems for a long time, which is true I will testify to that!  The only other thing is that I couldn't really take the pain pills, they made me really sick so for the first day I didn't really have anything for pain besides the 2 shots they gave me.  NOT COOL!!!  It reallly wasn't fun they were thinking about keeping me in the hospital overnight, but I really didn't want to stay overnight, so I got out eventually.  But now I am at home with nothing to do...&lt;br /&gt;In other news, I am done with my first semester of sophomore year, I actually really enjoyed it.  I got to take some education courses, for my major.  They were really fun, my most favorite classes!!!  So that makes me excited for the rest of the years to come.&lt;br /&gt;Um.... We have already had Christmas at my house.  When I got home last Wednesday (the 15th i think) my sister, bro in law and nephew were already home, the next day my bro, grandma and other sister got home, so we had Christmas on friday.  Everyone had to leave on either sun or mon, so we had early family Christmas... it was fun.  My nephew who is 2 years almost 3 months made it so much fun.  He is the cutest, i love him lots!  He loved the chicken dancer elmo I got him!  And it was really great to see my sisters and everyone, I wish that they all could have stayed longer, but I am happy I at least got to see them for a little while!&lt;br /&gt;Other than that, there isn't a whole lot new with me, if you wanna know, just ask!  But I am gonna post this while the internet is working... we have wireless and sometimes it decides not to work, so ya know I gotta publish while I can!&lt;br /&gt;Hasta luego everybody!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10040913-113530972650931109?l=minifalda.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://minifalda.blogspot.com/feeds/113530972650931109/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10040913&amp;postID=113530972650931109&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10040913/posts/default/113530972650931109'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10040913/posts/default/113530972650931109'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://minifalda.blogspot.com/2005/12/surgery-is-stinky.html' title='Surgery is stinky'/><author><name>Constancia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03412489978113799949</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10040913.post-113477142033358636</id><published>2005-12-16T16:16:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-12-16T16:17:00.360-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Movin' to the Rhythm of the Crusaders</title><content type='html'>This just in: pictures from CC's winter formal. Comments from freshman and sophomore girls say that it kicked heretic booty! Random guys also agree. There was dispute about having a full blown sit down supper, though. Many appreciated being fed real food for once, but it must be weighed with the fact that it too &lt;i&gt;way too bloody long!&lt;/i&gt; Although the general consensus was that it was awesome. There was one sophomore girl who seemed to find the food distasteful and wished whole heartedly that she had gone to China Jade with some of the guys. She was quickly silenced. Because of the dinner, the dance got started late, but the dance gods smiled upon us and curfew was extended. (Hurray! We're having a &lt;i&gt;wonderful&lt;/i&gt; time.) The dance floor was considerably larger than last year. This was very well received. There still managed to be plenty of running into people and almost death. And now onto the pictures.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I said, over all, the dinner was a success.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.geocities.com/farminghobbit/atable.JPG" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These are some sophomore girls who thoroughly enjoyed their no boy table.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.geocities.com/farminghobbit/adominickandnuns.JPG" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And once again, Dombo ends up with a table full of nuns.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.geocities.com/farminghobbit/asingers.JPG" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What did that poor cheesecake even do to them?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.geocities.com/farminghobbit/athosebums.JPG" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These two bums, Hich and Lil' Brudder, decided to go to China Jade instead of attending the dinner. Grr on them.&lt;br /&gt;Here we have some of the KK's. The White Phantom had her beloved Laura-friend and Stitches had her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.geocities.com/farminghobbit/akk.jpg" /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.geocities.com/farminghobbit/akkagain.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The big shocker was that our very own Quia had Ibid. (Nobody knew, not even him!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.geocities.com/farminghobbit/akkagainagain.JPG" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And no December 8th festivity would be complete without a procession in honor of Our Lady's Immaculate Conception.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.geocities.com/farminghobbit/aprocession.JPG" /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.geocities.com/farminghobbit/aprocessionagain.JPG" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And what's a dance without awkward standing around pictures/yell someone's name and take the picture pictures?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.geocities.com/farminghobbit/acollinandsarah.JPG" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A lovely Collin and Sarah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.geocities.com/farminghobbit/ajoenliz.JPG" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Good ol' Swinger and Carducci.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.geocities.com/farminghobbit/aryandmaria.JPG" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ry and his Maria.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.geocities.com/farminghobbit/acolinandmonica.JPG" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The great Faz and Monica.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.geocities.com/farminghobbit/amikeandlaura.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The always cute but slightly late Squishy and Laura-friend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.geocities.com/farminghobbit/agirls.JPG" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The WP, Quia, and Carducci.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.geocities.com/farminghobbit/aco.JPG" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And the good Capitan in all his oblivion.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.geocities.com/farminghobbit/adoringpublic.JPG" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Swinger, Quia, and Ibid going out to meet their adoring public. (Not really, but doesn't it look like it?)&lt;br /&gt;For some reason, there was some animosity towards the WP that night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.geocities.com/farminghobbit/adeath.JPG" /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.geocities.com/farminghobbit/agrr.JPG" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eventually the dance started.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.geocities.com/farminghobbit/aclaireandmatt.JPG" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here we have Quia and Ibid demonstrating their slow dancing skills. It has been noted that Quia looks more like Ibid's sister than, well, his sister.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.geocities.com/farminghobbit/aswingers.JPG" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Swinger and Carducci playin' it cool. (Go Daddy-O!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.geocities.com/farminghobbit/adancingcolinandmonica.JPG" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Faz and Monica showing off their mad swing skills.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.geocities.com/farminghobbit/atheguys.JPG" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The guys dancing in some strange group sway manner.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.geocities.com/farminghobbit/afunnyfaz.JPG" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Faz contemplating the Form of formalness. (What &lt;i&gt;is&lt;/i&gt; it all about?)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10040913-113477142033358636?l=minifalda.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://minifalda.blogspot.com/feeds/113477142033358636/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10040913&amp;postID=113477142033358636&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10040913/posts/default/113477142033358636'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10040913/posts/default/113477142033358636'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://minifalda.blogspot.com/2005/12/movin-to-rhythm-of-crusaders.html' title='Movin&apos; to the Rhythm of the Crusaders'/><author><name>Judit</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06191875087426057383</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='22' src='http://www.geocities.com/farminghobbit/Penguinedit.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10040913.post-113470459673096098</id><published>2005-12-15T21:36:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-12-15T21:55:32.320-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Home, Home on the Range...</title><content type='html'>Well, I made it back to good ol' South-of-North-Country!  I'm terribly excited to be done with finals *phew*  Actually, I shouldn't be complaining: I only had three tests this week and none of them were really that hard.  &lt;br /&gt;So anyway, I got done with my last test (which was at 8:30 this morning) at about 9:30, said goodbye to my roommate, who's transferring *Sniff*, and was on the road by 10!  When I got home, I went shopping with my mom and then met my sister at St. Bernadette's (rosary making) where we didn't actually make any rosaries.  But, we did say the rosary and then Shrimplofter, the Youth Minister and I took a road trip to buy him a new desk.  He's being kicked out of his office, so he needed a desk to put in the Youth Room.  Then, we went back to aforementioned Room and met Guitar Guy (yeah, remember him?  It's been a long time since he's been mentioned!).  &lt;br /&gt;Then we took the desk out of it's box and began assembly, which as far as I know, still is not done.  I believe Guitar Guy and Youth Minister worked on it for about 2 hrs before Youth Minister had to go eat prime rib.  Then I jumped in to help Guitar Guy for another hour and 1/2... it was fun... not really!  Oh and did I mention that we were babysitting this whole time?!  Yeah, so it turns out there was supposed to be a movie or something on for these kids whose parents were enjoying that prime rib, but we didn't know anything about that, so it's really a good thing that Guitar Guy could stay because I was in-and-out dropping off and picking up Lunchbox.  It was also a good thing that the kids found desk assembling fun.  Yay kids.  Thank God the Youth Room has air hockey!&lt;br /&gt;So, word of the day: white!  Because right now, it is VERY white outside... and icy... which isn't fun!  But at least Christmas will look as it should this year! :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10040913-113470459673096098?l=minifalda.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://minifalda.blogspot.com/feeds/113470459673096098/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10040913&amp;postID=113470459673096098&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10040913/posts/default/113470459673096098'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10040913/posts/default/113470459673096098'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://minifalda.blogspot.com/2005/12/home-home-on-range.html' title='Home, Home on the Range...'/><author><name>Meche</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04731004334808891046</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10040913.post-113382197681657034</id><published>2005-12-05T16:32:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-12-05T16:32:56.850-06:00</updated><title type='text'>There Should Be More Dates And Less Dating</title><content type='html'>Thus spake the dating god of Christendom College, I mean, Dr. Cuddeback. Quia and I have decided to take his advice. But instead of going out on dates by ourselves, we’ve decided to lighten things up a bit: both of us and one guy. Instead of a double date, it’s a one and a half date. Clever? We did it once last year and it was a lot of fun. So we decided to give it another whack. We thought our friend Faz should be our first victim – date, yes, I meant date.&lt;br /&gt;So last night, Quia, Faz, and I went to see Chicken Little. I was really happy because I had recommended it, and as of late, my taste in movies has been called into question. But I redeemed myself and we all liked it. After that we went to KFC to eat some chicken. I promptly picked up a drumstick and said, “The sky is falling! The sky is falling!” To which Faz replied, “Mmmm.” We found out Faz eats his corn on the cob perfectly. (See pictures below.) The only hard part was that Quia insisted we sit on these freakishly high chairs that practically required me to get out rock climbing gear. (I’m not called Hobbit for nothing!) And she kept dropping her napkin. Bad Quia.&lt;br /&gt;After that we headed back to Main Street for the traditional walk down Main. Unfortunately for us, the weather did not realize we were on a date. The sky started spitting sloshy cold wet gunk at us. (Hmm, I guess the sky really was falling!) We danced in the parking lot and Faz got out his machetes and did a really cool machete thing to Japanese techno. Then began our walk. I was the cutsie date while Quia filmed. (Strangely, the film got deleted. . . ) Then Quia was the awkward date while I filmed. Then Faz got a hold of the camera and filmed us. The date was then officially over and so the five of us (we’d picked up Carducci and Swinger by that point) headed over to GA. The Chilean of Front Royal and Lola showed up shortly after and the evening ended as so many have thus far, video games.&lt;br /&gt;Overall, the date was great. We all had a good time. Faz rolled with it really well. (We only told him as much as he needed to know to get us from point A to point B.) He summed it up pretty well with, “It could be techno, it could be sappy, or it could be Short Skirt and a Long Jacket.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.geocities.com/farminghobbit/frickingood.JPG"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Note the sign that says “Finger-lickin’ good.”  Somehow I saw the F &amp; r from finger and the ‘ickin’ from lickin’ and well, I was confused as to KFC’s advertising strategy for a moment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.geocities.com/farminghobbit/cornisyummy.JPG"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quia really got into her corn.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.geocities.com/farminghobbit/tatter.JPG"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quia told Faz to make a face at me, so he did.  :)  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.geocities.com/farminghobbit/canttouchthis.JPG"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Faz got a little crazy when the Japanese techno came on. :)  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.geocities.com/farminghobbit/claire.jpg"&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Who we talkin' about?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.geocities.com/farminghobbit/gunk.JPG"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Faz getting wet by the gunk the sky was throwing at us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.geocities.com/farminghobbit/spaz.JPG"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I took refuge under the gazebo.  (We have a gazebo on Main Street.  It's pretty cool.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And after it was all over, all we had to say was, “HOUSE.”&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10040913-113382197681657034?l=minifalda.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://minifalda.blogspot.com/feeds/113382197681657034/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10040913&amp;postID=113382197681657034&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10040913/posts/default/113382197681657034'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10040913/posts/default/113382197681657034'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://minifalda.blogspot.com/2005/12/there-should-be-more-dates-and-less.html' title='There Should Be More Dates And Less Dating'/><author><name>Judit</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06191875087426057383</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='22' src='http://www.geocities.com/farminghobbit/Penguinedit.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10040913.post-113373951922270672</id><published>2005-12-04T17:36:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-12-04T17:50:58.603-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Winter Formal 2005</title><content type='html'>W00t for Formal!!!  These are some fun pics from Constancia and my Winter Formal.  (wow, that cannot be gramatically correct!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.geocities.com/farnkie_86/DSCF0457.JPG"/&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ready, ready, ready, ready, ready to run!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.geocities.com/farnkie_86/DSCF0458.JPG"/&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Suities!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.geocities.com/farnkie_86/DSCF0459.JPG"/&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I dunno what was going on here, but my friend and my roommate sure found it funny/surprising!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.geocities.com/farnkie_86/DSCF0460.JPG"/&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Looking at pics&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.geocities.com/farnkie_86/DSCF0463.JPG"/&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mmm, bubblegum!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.geocities.com/farnkie_86/DSCF0470.JPG"/&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me and Constancia&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.geocities.com/farnkie_86/DSCF0472.JPG"/&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me and one of my crazy friends!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.geocities.com/farnkie_86/DSCF0475.JPG"/&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me and another friend&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.geocities.com/farnkie_86/DSCF0476.JPG"/&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And another...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.geocities.com/farnkie_86/DSCF0477.JPG"/&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Two of my friends&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.geocities.com/farnkie_86/DSCF0478.JPG"/&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another friend&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.geocities.com/farnkie_86/DSCF0479.JPG"/&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We almost had the same dress!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.geocities.com/farnkie_86/DSCF0480.JPG"/&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me with a group of friends!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I ended up having a lot of fun at formal.  Yay for friends who can do hair and makeup!  Getting ready for the dance was probably the best part, I'm not gonna lie!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh and word of the day: Betelehemu.  Because I just got done with my Christmas concert and it was amazing!  Oh, and that was the name of the finale :P&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10040913-113373951922270672?l=minifalda.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://minifalda.blogspot.com/feeds/113373951922270672/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10040913&amp;postID=113373951922270672&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10040913/posts/default/113373951922270672'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10040913/posts/default/113373951922270672'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://minifalda.blogspot.com/2005/12/winter-formal-2005.html' title='Winter Formal 2005'/><author><name>Meche</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04731004334808891046</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10040913.post-113346733810230413</id><published>2005-12-01T13:51:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-12-01T14:02:18.133-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Okay, okay, okay, okay</title><content type='html'>I am sorry. I am a horrible person. I have abandoned Que? for 8 O'Clock. But no longer! Judit is back on the horse. Acutally no, I want to go horse back riding SO BAD, but haven't gotten a chance. The Ogre said something about gonig riding with me and Laura-friend sometime, but that time hasn't happened yet. So, the news in the life of Judit.&lt;br /&gt;I went home with Maybef for Thanksgiving. That was totally awesome. So much fun. I even learned a supa cool song that two of her sister wrote about Darth Vader. I think I'm going to talk to the supa smart nerds around here and see if I can post a wav file on the blog. Hmm. . .&lt;br /&gt;Speaking of formal dresses (well, Meche did in her last post!) mine is finally dress code! So excited. It's the dress I wore to Dinner Dance senior year, but now with, like, 4 more inches of cloth in the front and 1.5 inch straps. I have to say, it looks pretty snazy. (Holy crap, did I just use 'snazy' in a sentence in all seriousness?) One of Maybef's sisters helped me with it/did it for me.&lt;br /&gt;Probably the biggest news is, well, the convent is out for me. The sisters decided pretty much that I was just too sick. See &lt;a href="http://pinkfluffybunnies2.blogspot.com/2005/11/i-give-up-on-dominics.html"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;.  It makes me sad, but what can ya do, I guess? &lt;br /&gt;Other than that, I'm doing pretty well here in South of England.  Bob's been telling me about all the storms in Not By the Sea.  I can't wait to see the snow!  Actually, I can't wait to see you guys!  I'm so mad that I missed y'all over Thanksgiving.  Grumble cakes. &lt;br /&gt;Oh and my Latin teacher wants me to wear a hat.  I do have a pretty freakin' cool hat I could wear. . . :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10040913-113346733810230413?l=minifalda.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://minifalda.blogspot.com/feeds/113346733810230413/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10040913&amp;postID=113346733810230413&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10040913/posts/default/113346733810230413'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10040913/posts/default/113346733810230413'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://minifalda.blogspot.com/2005/12/okay-okay-okay-okay.html' title='Okay, okay, okay, okay'/><author><name>Judit</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06191875087426057383</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='22' src='http://www.geocities.com/farminghobbit/Penguinedit.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10040913.post-113331987889843138</id><published>2005-11-29T20:42:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-11-29T21:13:35.053-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Random update</title><content type='html'>So, I have no idea what I'm blogging about.  I just had the sudden urge to blog.  Oh well.  I'll attempt to make it interesting.  I think that my blog-mates don't post enough.  Judit doesn't seem to have a problem posting on her other blog, though! *hmph*  Just kidding... it doesn't really bother me.  I find those posts rather amusing!  And I also found some of the links to other Christendom blogs enjoyable as well.  &lt;br /&gt;So, I'm thoroughly ready for Christmas break to come!  I have about 2 and 1/2 weeks left before I get to go home!  I'm excited because then I won't have to worry about any classes.  *YAY*  I'm starting to dread finals (finally).  I only have 3 during finals week... but I have one next week and a massive proposal due in Writing Process!  Well, really it's not massive in size... but it's worth 20% of my grade and I haven't found all of my sources.  It would be so much easier if I could use more inter-web sites, but noooo!  I need at least 2 other sources, which have proven to be harder to find than I thought they would be.  I'm proposing that adult stem cells should be used rather than embryonic stem cells for research, but there just isn't anything to be found on that!  All of the scientific magazines I've seen were all for embryonic stem cells!  Grrr.  I have to have the first draft done by wednesday of next week, which seems like a long time, but considering I don't even have the sources, it's really not that far away :S&lt;br /&gt;And I'm starting to stress out about my Sight Singing final--that's the one that I'm taking next week.  Yeah, I'm not so good with the scale degree thing.  That's gonna suck!  Oh well... I'll just hafta practice :P&lt;br /&gt;Well, Thanksgiving break was good.  I got to see my brother and one of my older sisters, her husband and their son!  He's 2.  And cute.  I also got to hang out with some of my friends!  Jim Beth, Magdalena, Constancia, Shrimplofter, Shrimplofter's friend and I all went bowling.  That was uber fun!  Then we drove around in my mom's van for an hour or so... cuz I didn't have Scott.  Then I got to talk with the Youth Minister on Sunday before Constancia and I left for North Country.  There was a pretty bad storm down in South Country, so we barely got out!  My dad lead us to a town just across the border in his truck because it was really icy.  Then we got a call from Magalena who told us that "no-travel" had been called for our hometown.  We got out just in time!  *phew*  &lt;br /&gt;So, here I am at Mary, with a concert coming up this weekend, along with a formal.  I'll give you three guesses as to who forgot her formal dress at home:  Did you say Meche?  Cuz you'd be right!  Oops.  So, now I'm waiting for one of friends to finally make it back to school so I can ask to borrow one of the 4 dresses she has!  She's stuck in her hometown until the roads clear up.  Grr-darn icy roads!  Oh well... what can ya do, right?&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, that's my big update!  But Constancia and I are going to go into town here pretty soon.  I need water and a $2 gift for one of my classes and she needs to get some stuff for one of her classes.  So, word of the day: Liz, because I completely forgot that I was gonna start calling Jim Beth that!  Oops again!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10040913-113331987889843138?l=minifalda.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://minifalda.blogspot.com/feeds/113331987889843138/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10040913&amp;postID=113331987889843138&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10040913/posts/default/113331987889843138'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10040913/posts/default/113331987889843138'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://minifalda.blogspot.com/2005/11/random-update.html' title='Random update'/><author><name>Meche</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04731004334808891046</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10040913.post-113303819179958614</id><published>2005-11-26T14:46:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-11-26T14:49:51.833-06:00</updated><title type='text'>This will drive you CrAzY!!!!</title><content type='html'>This drove me absolutely insane for about a good 1/2 an hour!!  I had no idea, and my brother just sat and laughed at me... needless to say he had spent about an hour on it the day before!&lt;br /&gt;Love you all, I know I haven't posted in forever, but I am crazy busy, call if you really wanna chat!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;River IQ Test:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The rules to the game are written below and there's the website address where the game is located...just hit the bigger circular button and it takes you to the game Japanese IQ Test ... See if you can figure it out Apparently this is an IQ test given to employees in Japan. Everybody has to cross the river. The following rules apply:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://freeweb.siol.net/danej/riverIQGame.swf" target="_blank"&gt;http://freeweb.siol.net/danej/riverIQGame.swf&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* Only 2 persons on the raft at a time* The father can not stay with any of the daughters without their mother's presence * The mother can not stay with any of the sons without their father's presence* The thief ( striped shirt) can not stay alone with any family member * Only the Father, the Mother and the Policeman know how to operate the raft* To move the people click on them.* To move the raft click on the red balls..... Result: if you succeed in: 4 minutes: you are a Genius6 minutes: You are exceptionally intelligent 10 minutes:You are very intelligent 20 minutes:You are average 25 minutes: You are a bit slow 30 minutes or more: You are terrible&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10040913-113303819179958614?l=minifalda.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://minifalda.blogspot.com/feeds/113303819179958614/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10040913&amp;postID=113303819179958614&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10040913/posts/default/113303819179958614'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10040913/posts/default/113303819179958614'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://minifalda.blogspot.com/2005/11/this-will-drive-you-crazy.html' title='This will drive you CrAzY!!!!'/><author><name>Constancia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03412489978113799949</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10040913.post-113167065953172435</id><published>2005-11-10T18:47:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-11-11T10:31:09.186-06:00</updated><title type='text'>And be not conformed to this world</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5439/758/1600/beyetransformed.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5439/758/320/beyetransformed.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I thought this was cute.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10040913-113167065953172435?l=minifalda.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://minifalda.blogspot.com/feeds/113167065953172435/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10040913&amp;postID=113167065953172435&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10040913/posts/default/113167065953172435'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10040913/posts/default/113167065953172435'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://minifalda.blogspot.com/2005/11/and-be-not-conformed-to-this-world.html' title='And be not conformed to this world'/><author><name>Judit</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06191875087426057383</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='22' src='http://www.geocities.com/farminghobbit/Penguinedit.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10040913.post-113157942727220583</id><published>2005-11-09T22:37:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-11-09T17:37:07.296-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Chemistry</title><content type='html'>So, what's been going on with me between my birthday and now?  Besides school: the most exciting thing that happened was going on another Search retreat.  It was amazing!  I could really feel the Spirit in my chapel group this time.  I think everyone got a lot out of the weekend.  Oh, and I got to meet Fr. Lacey, finally!  He's a cool guy... really funny!&lt;br /&gt;Then, just yesterday, my roommate and I were in town to get a few essentials (ie. milk, Mt. Dew) and I found the new Third Day CD!  So, I bought it because I couldn't pass it up.  Then the Canadian told me that she didn't want her Underoath CD anymore so she gave it to me.  That was cool.  &lt;br /&gt;But, the real reason I decided to blog was to inform all of you faithfuls in Bloggerdom that I'm seriously considering transfering to UND next year.  The thing is, I do like being here in Bismarck, but I just don't think I'm getting the best education for what I want to do with my life.  I've always been interested in Chemistry, so imagine the dismay I felt when I found out that Mary didn't offer that major!  Plus that, I don't think I really want to major in Music Ed, either.  In fact, as crazy as it may sound, I don't think I want to major in any kind of music at all!  Now before you have a heart attack, I want you to realize that this doesn't mean that I'm planning on completely quitting.  I'm not.  I'm still going to join choir and take piano lessons and guitar lessons if I can get them.  But, if I don't major in music, I would have to give up my scholarship, which would definitely not be cool!  However, at UND, I'm eligable to get my tuition completely waived.  Plus that, I'll be closer to my favorite aunt and her family, my grandpa and my brother.  That way, I'll be less likely to want to go home so darn much!  If you didn't already know, I've been home 5 times already and we've only been in school for 9-ish weeks. :S  Oh, and one more thing... UND is actually IN TOWN, which means I might not have to drive everywhere anymore. *yay for using less gas!*  So I really think UND would be good for me.  Any feedback?  What does everyone else think about that?&lt;br /&gt;Well, anyway... word of the day: hippopotamus because of the warm-up we do in choir for diction: "I shot a hippopotamus with bullets made of platinum because if I'd used leaden ones his hide would surely flatten them!"  Tee-hee, I thought it was funny.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10040913-113157942727220583?l=minifalda.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://minifalda.blogspot.com/feeds/113157942727220583/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10040913&amp;postID=113157942727220583&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10040913/posts/default/113157942727220583'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10040913/posts/default/113157942727220583'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://minifalda.blogspot.com/2005/11/chemistry.html' title='Chemistry'/><author><name>Meche</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04731004334808891046</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10040913.post-113053693640146000</id><published>2005-10-28T23:02:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-10-28T17:02:16.420-05:00</updated><title type='text'>I forgot!</title><content type='html'>Okay, so last time I posted, I forgot to write down the quotes from my birthday party!  So, here they are:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Give it to me straight, Dawg!" -Maurice... "As opposed to gay?" -Meche&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I think [Shrimplofter] and [Maurice] look a lot alike.  What do you think: his mom and her dad, or her mom and his dad?" -Oregano... "I think it must have been her dad, cuz he's the mail man!" -Jim-Beth&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Think of something not funny... like stinky socks." -Magdalena to Meche&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"You got fat toes!" -Magdalena to Shrimplofter&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Get off the crack!" -everyone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I'm not on the crack!  I'm on the pot!" -Shrimplofter&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"BANANA!" -Shrimplofter&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"[Jim-Beth] has a window for a head!" -Meche&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"The carmel rolls are gonna be like steak?" -Shrimplofter&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Ow, my bladder!" -Shrimplofter&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"My pelvis!  My pelvis!" -Magdalena&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, that was my birthday party!  Word of the day: UND... because if everything works out as planned, I'm going there for pre-med stuff tomorrow!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10040913-113053693640146000?l=minifalda.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://minifalda.blogspot.com/feeds/113053693640146000/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10040913&amp;postID=113053693640146000&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10040913/posts/default/113053693640146000'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10040913/posts/default/113053693640146000'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://minifalda.blogspot.com/2005/10/i-forgot.html' title='I forgot!'/><author><name>Meche</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04731004334808891046</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10040913.post-113044830313523214</id><published>2005-10-27T16:13:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-10-27T16:56:35.273-05:00</updated><title type='text'>¡Feliz Cumpleaños a mi!</title><content type='html'>Okay, so as Judit said, my birthday was about a week ago.  And I had a lot of fun!  My mom asked me to come home so I could kid-sit Lunchbox which at first, I will admit I wasn't to keen on.  See, I was just home the weekend before.  But, as Friday neared, I found myself excited to be going back to good ol' South Dakota.  So I packed up my stuff and spent the weekend with my sister.  My parents were on retreat all weekend, so I only saw them for a grand total of about 20 mins.  That wasn't too cool.  But, I got to hang out with my friends on Saturday!  Shrimplofter, Jim-Beth, Maurice, Lunckbox another friend whom I will call Oregano (tee hee!) and I all went to one of the local Mexican restaraunts.  Here's the result:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.geocities.com/farnkie_86/danisbirthday.bmp"/&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then, we ditched Oregano and Maurice, added Magdalena and went to the Haunted Forest, where I didn't get any pictures because artificial smoke has the ability to ruin anything electronic, or so I've been told!  But, we had fun there before going back to mi casa and just chillaxin' for a while.  I did get some funny pictures from the next morning!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aw, the birthday cake!  This was actually from my Fall Break which was the weekend before.  We couldn't find enough candles, so...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.geocities.com/farnkie_86/DSCF0373.JPG"/&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is that Magdalena?  I think it is!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.geocities.com/farnkie_86/DSCF0374.JPG"/&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Somebody was having too much fun on the hide-a-bed!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.geocities.com/farnkie_86/DSCF0378.JPG"/&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And again...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.geocities.com/farnkie_86/DSCF0379.JPG"/&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And again...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.geocities.com/farnkie_86/DSCF0380.JPG"/&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aha!  It's all the culprits: Magdalena, Shrimplofter, Jim-Beth and Lunchbox.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.geocities.com/farnkie_86/DSCF0381.JPG"/&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, that was my birthday party.  We had a blast!  Oh, and the word of the day is chillaxin'.  Cuz it's a combination of chillin' and relaxin'.  Isn't that fun?  I thought so!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10040913-113044830313523214?l=minifalda.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://minifalda.blogspot.com/feeds/113044830313523214/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10040913&amp;postID=113044830313523214&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10040913/posts/default/113044830313523214'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10040913/posts/default/113044830313523214'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://minifalda.blogspot.com/2005/10/feliz-cumpleaos-mi.html' title='¡Feliz Cumpleaños a mi!'/><author><name>Meche</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04731004334808891046</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10040913.post-113009425055933470</id><published>2005-10-23T09:04:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-10-23T14:04:10.580-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Birthday to the Meche!</title><content type='html'>Today (well, not today) is Meche's 19th birthday! She is almost old!!! Enjoy being young while you can, der, Meche. Bob says the years go so quickly. She also says &lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;Happoy Birthday&lt;/span&gt; to you, too. So yea, feliz cumplinos.  She also wants to know if you can fold your ears in.  *shakes head*  Whatever, Bob. :)  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#009900;"&gt;Happy Birthday!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#6600cc;"&gt;Happy Happy Birthday!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10040913-113009425055933470?l=minifalda.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://minifalda.blogspot.com/feeds/113009425055933470/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10040913&amp;postID=113009425055933470&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10040913/posts/default/113009425055933470'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10040913/posts/default/113009425055933470'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://minifalda.blogspot.com/2005/10/happy-birthday-to-meche.html' title='Happy Birthday to the Meche!'/><author><name>Judit</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06191875087426057383</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='22' src='http://www.geocities.com/farminghobbit/Penguinedit.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10040913.post-112969287534948633</id><published>2005-10-18T22:30:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-10-18T22:34:35.356-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Judit</title><content type='html'>Everyone should pray for Judit because today she was in the Mayo Clinic.  They are still trying to figure out what is wrong with her and I think that the doctors also need prayers so that they can do that.  &lt;br /&gt;So the word of the day is Love because I was just at a Bible study where Fr. Richter said that "We are made by Love and Love begets Love."  So let's all find someone that we can love as God taught us to because in loving someone else, we are really loving the Creator of all things (including Love).&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10040913-112969287534948633?l=minifalda.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://minifalda.blogspot.com/feeds/112969287534948633/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10040913&amp;postID=112969287534948633&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10040913/posts/default/112969287534948633'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10040913/posts/default/112969287534948633'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://minifalda.blogspot.com/2005/10/judit.html' title='Judit'/><author><name>Meche</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04731004334808891046</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10040913.post-112872886115090689</id><published>2005-10-08T01:49:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-10-07T18:47:41.163-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Mea culpa, mea culpa, mea maxima cupla</title><content type='html'>Well, for all my high ideals of posting multiple times a week or at least every time something interesting happened, here I am, begging for your forgiveness because I have kept you out of the loop of craziness that is my life. Dear reader, I am sorry and it is with a heavy heart that I plead with you to forgive me this great offence. I am not making excuses, but I feel that I have reason for not posting. You see, these last few weeks have been filled with dizzy spells, neurologist appointments, hospital stays, days in bed, collapsing, and just general unwellbeing.  So far it's Judit's messed up brain 25, doctors 0.  They have &lt;em&gt;no idea&lt;/em&gt; what's going on.  This isn't particularly comforting, but there's really not much I can do about it.  *shrug*  Although ya'll would probably be happy to know that I'm coming home for fall break.  Bob is actually out here right now &amp; we're coming back on the 15th.  I have an appointment at the Mayo, so that should be loads of fun.  But hopefully they'll figure something out.&lt;br /&gt;In other news, it's midterms week.  Fun, fun, fun, for everyone!  There are papers and test galore.  People are &lt;em&gt;freaking out&lt;/em&gt; like nobody's bussiness.  Also, there are now black bears on campus.  I haven't seen one personally, but I guess they live between the library and my dorm.  What did the school do?  Put a memo in our mailboxes about not petting them.  Thank you Ranger Rick!  Oh well.  Also, the guy who was going to by the Delorian ended up getting a different car.  Silly boy.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10040913-112872886115090689?l=minifalda.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://minifalda.blogspot.com/feeds/112872886115090689/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10040913&amp;postID=112872886115090689&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10040913/posts/default/112872886115090689'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10040913/posts/default/112872886115090689'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://minifalda.blogspot.com/2005/10/mea-culpa-mea-culpa-mea-maxima-cupla.html' title='Mea culpa, mea culpa, mea maxima cupla'/><author><name>Judit</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06191875087426057383</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='22' src='http://www.geocities.com/farminghobbit/Penguinedit.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10040913.post-112857124832496714</id><published>2005-10-05T22:36:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-10-05T23:00:48.346-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Too long!</title><content type='html'>Okay, well sorry about the lack of posts!  I've been busy; but not with anything interesting enough to post about... until now!!!&lt;br /&gt;Ladies and gentlemen: today it snowed in Bismarck! That's right!  It started at 4 in the morning and went until about 9 tonight.  But for all that snow, there really wasn't much accumulation.  There's probably about 4 inches on the grass, but everything on the sidewalks melted right away.  What was really funny is that my friend from Peru has never seen snow before and she was up watching it come down at 4!  She's so cute.  :D  Anyway, she was really excited so I told her that this winter we're going to have to have a snowball fight and make snowangels and snowmen and all that other fun snow-stuff.  Unfortunately, not too many people were prepared for the snow, so a lot of people were really cold.  I was lucky enough to grab my winter coat the last time I went home *thanks Mom*.  But, I don't have boots yet... although I think I have a hat and gloves in Scott... hm, methinks it would be a good idea to go check!&lt;br /&gt;Oh, and my choir director/theory teacher is from Washington state, so he was amazed at the snow as well.  I guess over there, it doesn't routinely snow in October.  Silly Washington-ites!  So he came into out theory class at 8 this morning, gestured toward the window and almost yelled, "What the heck is that?!"  So we explained that around here, it was normal for it to snow before Halloween and he sort of grumbled and complained for a bit.  Then we got to actually learning things.  What's really cool is that he's funny and random, which keeps the class interesting.  He frequently says things that make the whole class die laughing (literally... I'm serious!  I am a sort of super-concentrated ghost right now) Like, today, he said "Sweet murdering Buddah!"  And he quoted the Scottish guy from &lt;u&gt;So I Married an Axe Murderer&lt;/u&gt;: "It's like an orange on a toothpick!" (refering to the size of his own head).  Plus that, the other day he played a song by Wierd Al about horoscopes that was pretty funny.  Yeah, he's a great guy!  Hillarious, I tell ya, simply side-splitting!&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I think I've bored you long enough.  So, today's word of the day: antidisestablishmentarianism.  Which is not cool to try and explain to someone when they aren't listening!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10040913-112857124832496714?l=minifalda.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://minifalda.blogspot.com/feeds/112857124832496714/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10040913&amp;postID=112857124832496714&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10040913/posts/default/112857124832496714'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10040913/posts/default/112857124832496714'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://minifalda.blogspot.com/2005/10/too-long.html' title='Too long!'/><author><name>Meche</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04731004334808891046</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10040913.post-112656054653559537</id><published>2005-09-12T22:28:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-09-12T16:29:06.543-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Random cat musings</title><content type='html'>Okay, so I really don't have anything in particular to post about right now, so this will either be highly boring, or very random. I'm hoping for the latter.&lt;br /&gt;What is smothered chicken? It's on the dinner menu for tonight and I just can't figure it out. I asked my little sister (Lunchbox) what she thought it was and you know what she said? "A chicken that can't breath." Well, I would hope so, considering if it can't breath, it's probably dead and that would make it much easier to eat. My original thought was chicken with gravy... but unfortunately we had that last night and repetition is not ideal right now :S What is up with this school and chicken?! Constancia probably agrees; I like chicken but it is served way too much here! No lie, I think I've had it at least once a day since I got here! Not that I'm complaining about the school Judit! I like it here! I have a great roommate, cool friends and for the most part, good classes. It's just the food that I'm questioning. But my roommate and I went out and got groceries this weekend so now we have bread and peanut butter and jelly. Good stuff! *Peanut butter jelly time, peanut butter jelly time!*&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I'll get back to you on the smothered chicken thing.&lt;br /&gt;So, my roommate and I went to a punk show on Friday night. That was interesting. The bands were pretty good, but it took them &lt;strong&gt;forever&lt;/strong&gt; to set up!  So, after the first band, we set off for Starbucks (which has some amazing coffee, I must admit!) and by the time we got back, the second band hadn't even started yet.  So we hung out outside with some people we'd met.  There was this guy there who was giving everyone "high five-thousands."  He was pretty "high five-thousand" himself, but it was fun.  But after the second band played, it took them forever again, so we just left and hung out for a while.  We ended up getting to bed rather earlier than we expected (like midnight-ish) but all was well.  &lt;br /&gt;So, I'm pretty sure this is starting to get boring, so I think I'll wrap it up.  Maybe I'll get on Constancia's computer and post some pictures from Lifelight soon.  We'll see :D&lt;br /&gt;Word of the day: qwuijjjj.  That is what my cat "typed" when she walked across the keyboard when my sister and I were messenging.  I thought it was funny!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10040913-112656054653559537?l=minifalda.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://minifalda.blogspot.com/feeds/112656054653559537/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10040913&amp;postID=112656054653559537&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10040913/posts/default/112656054653559537'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10040913/posts/default/112656054653559537'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://minifalda.blogspot.com/2005/09/random-cat-musings.html' title='Random cat musings'/><author><name>Meche</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04731004334808891046</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10040913.post-112632154136765667</id><published>2005-09-10T04:04:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-09-09T22:05:41.373-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Its a Friday night and I am gonna ..... POST</title><content type='html'>Thats right kids, its Friday night, and what am I doing... absolutely nothing.  I am sitting in my dorm room, doing nothing and its glorius!!   I haven't done nothing in forever (again I am using my great grammar skills).  I haven't sat around the whole day, o no.  I had 2 classes, endless campus ministry meetings, a nap and other junk.  I have basically been going non-stop since I got back to Bismarck for school on Aug. 18th.  Campus Ministry has been keeping me very busy, but its all good.  I basically help our advisor, Sr. Nancy, stay organized.  I also hang up signs, make copies and plan activities.  We have been having a great time.  We had opening mass, a riverboat cruise, many more things that I just can't seem to remeber b/c they all blurred together and have been planing many more events!  I absolutely love working with our team which is now composed of 9 members ~ 8 girls and one boy.  We started with 7 girls, added one more and decided that we would need some testosterone on the team and we convinced a boy whom we will call "stary night" boy to join the team!  So I am excited.  In other news, we have a new Residence Director in our dorm and she is super awesome!  She just got engaged this weekend, so we are really excited for her.  I was talking to her about it and she said that they haven't even kissed yet, very commendable in my opinion.  So she is super excited about the wedding ~ the sooner the better according to her!  She is so fun, and very strong in her faith, so she is doing a bible study in our dorm, which will be cool too! &lt;br /&gt;So ya, not much else has been happening, just class and homework.  Like Judit said, I have non-stop homework as well ~ I know all about that 7,000 pages of reading a night.  ;)  Other than that, last weekend for Labor Day me and Meche went down to Lifelight festival!  AMAZING, is all I can say.  For the Third Day concert I was the fourth person from the stage and got totally awesome pictures!!  I almost touched the lead singer, when he reached into the crowd!  One of the girls in our group got the lead singers guitar pick, and Meche got a drum stick!!!!  We went to lots of other bands, faves being Casting Pearls (totally cute, and now hanging on the wall in my dorm room), O.C. Supertones, and Salvador plus tons more!  We had a great time with the youth groupies again, and had fun driving home at 2 in the morning! &lt;br /&gt;But I am gonna go do some more nothing, just thought that I would bore you with what I have been 'doing' this school year.  This will probably be a rare occasion (me posting) so, hasta luego!&lt;br /&gt;~Quote of the day: "When your faith is tested your endurance has a chance to grow" ~ James 1:3 ~ May we all remeber and keep in our prayers the victims, survivers and all involved in the tragedy of hurricane katrina.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10040913-112632154136765667?l=minifalda.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://minifalda.blogspot.com/feeds/112632154136765667/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10040913&amp;postID=112632154136765667&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10040913/posts/default/112632154136765667'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10040913/posts/default/112632154136765667'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://minifalda.blogspot.com/2005/09/its-friday-night-and-i-am-gonna-post.html' title='Its a Friday night and I am gonna ..... POST'/><author><name>Constancia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03412489978113799949</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10040913.post-112561949441374736</id><published>2005-09-02T02:35:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-09-01T19:04:54.420-05:00</updated><title type='text'>To the Delorian!</title><content type='html'>Oh man, guys, we've beem slackin' something fearce! I don't even know if we can rightfuly call ourselves bloggers anymore. I am ashamed of us! (This includes my nonblogging self as well.) Although with Constancia &amp; I being big bad sophomorse, Meche &amp;amp; Magdalena starting cowllege, &amp; Lorena finally hitting her senior year of glorious high school, we have reason to be a bit busy.  I don't know about you guys, but this year's gonna be school work like nobody's bussiness!  I've got about three papers per month.  And I'm not talking the nice five pagers of last year.  These monsters are 9-12 pagers!  Nooooo!!!!  Plus tests, quizzes, readings, and written homework, ugh.  The reading is acutally the hardest, because I have about 7,000 pages a night (well, maybe not quite) and I have to comprehend it all for the aforementioned quizzes, tests, and papers.  The only class that really has writen homework is Latin, which, by the way is going spledindly.  I heart Latin!  (I actually think it's going to be one of my best classes this year, crazy as that sounds.)   But I'm really enjoying my other classes, despite the homework.  I've got Old Testament, Philosphy of Man, Political Theory, Late Medevil History, British Lit, and, of course, Latin.  It's glorious, absolutely glorious, in the immortal words of Gronberg.  Along with class, I've got work study in the library.  It's mostly fun, but right now it's really slow.  COME CHECK OUT A BOOK!!!  PLEASE!!!  I'm also part of the Women's Oritory, the Holy Rood Society, Thursday Night Dancers, Forensics (if it ever gets past Ben, Dom, &amp; I talking), and College Republicans.  Oi, oi, oi. &lt;br /&gt;On to different subject matter, on of my friends here found a Delorian and is probably going to get it!  I am so bloody excited!  I'm half tempted to blow off Beowulf and watch all three Back to the Future movies to celebrate.   But alas, I shall be responsible and read my Norse  poetry.  He told me I could time travel with him in it, as long as it's less than one hour into the future.  I'm borrowing Meche's tradition and doing word of the day.  Today's word: epophthalmiontes.  One of me Greek learning friends finds that word very fun to say, so she says it often, unfortunately, we don't know what it means, sorry.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10040913-112561949441374736?l=minifalda.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://minifalda.blogspot.com/feeds/112561949441374736/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10040913&amp;postID=112561949441374736&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10040913/posts/default/112561949441374736'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10040913/posts/default/112561949441374736'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://minifalda.blogspot.com/2005/09/to-delorian.html' title='To the Delorian!'/><author><name>Judit</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06191875087426057383</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='22' src='http://www.geocities.com/farminghobbit/Penguinedit.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10040913.post-112529227400334913</id><published>2005-08-28T18:11:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-08-29T00:11:14.020-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Emo is hott!</title><content type='html'>Well, I'm definitely getting used to this college thing.  It's rather fun!  My roommate is from Canada and it's really cool because she's the only one in our dorm so everyone comes by to visit just to see her: consequently, I've met a lot of really cool people so far!  &lt;br /&gt;Oh, and classes are pretty fun.  Which is wierd, I know, but I'm a music major so almost everything I'm doing has to do with that and it's really sweet.  Oh, but never be late for Music Theory!  Scottie Prebys is a great guy, but if you're late, you don't get in!  And then you miss assignments and fail the class.  Don't ask me how I know.  But my roommate knows, too.  And another kid whose name sounds like a law firm: Weston Shick.  Isn't that a great "novel name?"  I mean c'mon, wouldn't it make for a great storyline to have the suave and sexy Weston Shick (who looks a lot like your favorite James Bond) poking around for clues in a seriously well written who-done-it type murder novel?!  Methinks it would.  &lt;br /&gt;Anyway, other than that (er, uh... i mean... I AM AWESOME!) my classes are going great.  I'm a bit busy but hey, it's okay.  Unfortunately it's Sunday night and I should be in bed right about now because I do have to get up at 7:00 tomorrow morning.  So, I think I will cut this blog short, but never fear, I haven't forgotten a word of the day: emo, which my roommate has decided means "emotional artistic."  If you don't know, it's a kind of music and the kids who consider themselves emo are very cute and just sort of funny sometimes.  It's great!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10040913-112529227400334913?l=minifalda.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://minifalda.blogspot.com/feeds/112529227400334913/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10040913&amp;postID=112529227400334913&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10040913/posts/default/112529227400334913'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10040913/posts/default/112529227400334913'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://minifalda.blogspot.com/2005/08/emo-is-hott.html' title='Emo is hott!'/><author><name>Meche</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04731004334808891046</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10040913.post-112447421386426893</id><published>2005-08-21T22:19:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-08-21T16:19:41.250-05:00</updated><title type='text'>I Can't Believe It's Not Butter!!!</title><content type='html'>Well, the Hobbit is officially not here anymore.  She left us for Virginia to have a fun-filled year of learning and mischief... probably more of the latter than the former!  Magdalena, Constancia, my sister (Lunchbox), another friend whom we'll call Mickey and I went to the airport to say goodbye at 7:15 on Wednesday morning.  Yeah, it was pretty early... darn plane *grrr*  But, we all made it... even Judit, who was decked out in her "These-don't-fit-in-my-bag outfit."  Anyway, after saying our goodbyes and talking to her through the glass, Magdalena, Constancia, Lunchbox and I made our way to the Perkins.&lt;br /&gt;We each ordered various breakfast foods... Magdalena scoffed at Lunchbox's choice of French Toast.  She apparently doesn't like it, but she does enjoy balogna sandwiches at 6 in the morning!  Yes, that is what she ate before going to the airport.  Oh, and did I mention that she woke up at 5:30 to beat her parents to the bathroom so that she could shower???  Constancia figures she has an OCD for showering.  After teasing Magdalena for a while, our food came and we started eating.  Constancia decided to poor ketchup on her hashbrowns (from one of those squeeze bottles) and said something that sounded like, "I really wanna empty one of these and fill it up with butter so I can use it in a water fight!"  To which I replied, "You know 'I Can't Believe It's Not Butter' has a squeeze bottle like that."  Everyone sort of looked at me funny and I said something about thinking she said "butter" but it turns out she really said "water" (laughter ensued... at my expense)&lt;br /&gt;Word of the Day: Stick-game... because now it seems as though I will NEVER find out what that all entails :(&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10040913-112447421386426893?l=minifalda.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://minifalda.blogspot.com/feeds/112447421386426893/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10040913&amp;postID=112447421386426893&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10040913/posts/default/112447421386426893'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10040913/posts/default/112447421386426893'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://minifalda.blogspot.com/2005/08/i-cant-believe-its-not-butter.html' title='I Can&apos;t Believe It&apos;s Not Butter!!!'/><author><name>Meche</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04731004334808891046</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10040913.post-112456307314433900</id><published>2005-08-20T20:37:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-08-20T13:37:53.153-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Born Free</title><content type='html'>Okay guys, I have a rather startling announcement to make. I am head over heels in love! I'm serious, guys. I just had my very first motorcycle ride and I don't know how I'll ever get into a car again. *Backing up.* My friend/wingmate Megan's daddy has a motorcycle and he was planning on giving me a ride last year when he came to pick up Megan, that never worked out, so he gave me a ride just now. Oh man, it was the best thing &lt;i&gt;ever!&lt;/i&gt; The only thing I could compare it to would be cantering bareback through an open field. *Sigh* Yup, I'm in love with the open road, the wind in my face, and endless possibilities.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In other news, I got in just fine. I really almost had a heart attack trying to carry all my luggage out of the airport.  But I got to Katie's and the next day we headed over to good ol' CC.  I'm just down the hall from where I used to be, actually I'm in Mary Beth and Katie's old room, so that's kind of cool and kind of weird all at once.  Sydney and I have been getting (now) our room organized and all that fun stuff.  (It's not really that much fun. . .)  I was on the welcoming committee, so I spent most of yesterday helping frosh move in.  That was quite a bit of fun.  Except I got really used to coming up to moms and dads and telling them to go check in at the Commons before they unload.  So one time I see a van pull up, a mom and dad get out, so I run up to them and tell them to go to the Commons, they look at me funny, but didn't protest.  I looked into the van expecting to see a freshman, instead there was a guy from my own class.  I had just told a sophomore's parents to go to freshman orientation!  Oh well. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The only other big thing that's happened so far, is my moldy bedding.  I had left all my sheets, blankets, towels, pillow, etc at Katie's for the summer.  I had put them in a garbage bag and some moisture must have gotten in, because when I opened it, I was greeted by the lovely sight (and smell) of fuzzy green, red, and yellow.  Argh!  I've managed to save the blankets and towels thanks to bleach I hijacked from a senior's room.  (Maybe not the smartest idea, but she didn't seem to mind.)  And Mary Beth gave me sheets.  So as soon as I get a pillow, I'm set.  What is it with the begining of the year and bedding?  Last year it was being shipped and I didn't get it for a week!  But overall, everything's been going smoothly.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10040913-112456307314433900?l=minifalda.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://minifalda.blogspot.com/feeds/112456307314433900/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10040913&amp;postID=112456307314433900&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10040913/posts/default/112456307314433900'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10040913/posts/default/112456307314433900'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://minifalda.blogspot.com/2005/08/born-free.html' title='Born Free'/><author><name>Judit</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06191875087426057383</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='22' src='http://www.geocities.com/farminghobbit/Penguinedit.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10040913.post-112336949315881568</id><published>2005-08-06T17:50:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-08-06T18:04:53.166-05:00</updated><title type='text'>I have been bent to the will of Bob!</title><content type='html'>So, Judit and I are getting ready to leave for a more different town than the one we are living in for the summer.  We are taking Bob (judit's mom) along with us.  Well, Bob told Judit to pack her Sunday clothes, so Judit turned to me and said, "will you braid my hair?"  I replied: "Okay.  Pack your Sunday clothes first."  To which she retorted, "Argh!  Between you and Mum, I feel like I'm up against the Two Towers!"&lt;br /&gt;But anyway, I haven't blogged in a coon's-age so I figured it was as good a time as any.  Plus that, we're going on an adventure in less than an hour (if the dishes get done soon), so I will probably post a continuation upon our return.  &lt;br /&gt;So, what have I been doing all summer that prevented me from blogging as much as I usually do?  Pretty much living at 3M.  I sort and pack mask filters 8 hours a day, 7 days a week there and I rarely have time for other going-on.  Or, if I do have time, they are barely the crazy-go-nuts things which this blog is founded on and therefore are unsuitable to write about... or at least in my opinion.  Well, there you have it: my excuse for my "leave of absence."&lt;br /&gt;Word of the Day: Warped because Lorena went to the Warped Tour and saw such bands as My Chemical Romance and Dropkick Murphys, Yellowcard, Relient K and Billy Idol (strange, I know, but still kinda cool in a vintage rock sort of way!)  But I will definitely let her tell you all about that!  (if she ever blogs!)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10040913-112336949315881568?l=minifalda.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://minifalda.blogspot.com/feeds/112336949315881568/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10040913&amp;postID=112336949315881568&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10040913/posts/default/112336949315881568'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10040913/posts/default/112336949315881568'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://minifalda.blogspot.com/2005/08/i-have-been-bent-to-will-of-bob.html' title='I have been bent to the will of Bob!'/><author><name>Meche</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04731004334808891046</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10040913.post-112258946122865327</id><published>2005-07-31T12:45:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-07-31T06:49:14.526-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Move Over EuroTrip, Here's the More Christian "Road Trip to See a Youth Minister"</title><content type='html'>Constancia, Magdalena, &amp; I hit the road not too long ago to our state capitol (I'll let you guys figure out where that is) to see our old youth minister/friend Darby. Now I could talk about it, but a picture's worth 1,000 words, so I'll let Magdalena's phone tell the story.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.geocities.com/farminghobbit/PierrePics/jennesleep2.jpg" /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.geocities.com/farminghobbit/PierrePics/jessandjen2.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As soon as we got there, we tried to take a nap while Darby was at work, but that didn't work out so well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.geocities.com/farminghobbit/PierrePics/jessweird.jpg" /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.geocities.com/farminghobbit/PierrePics/putouttoe.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Magdalena got to playing with Darby's candle putter outer thing. That's not for putting out toes Mag!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.geocities.com/farminghobbit/PierrePics/jess.jpg" /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.geocities.com/farminghobbit/PierrePics/maggie.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Constancia began rumaging through Mag's makeup bag while Magdalena looked on in, disgust? Indifference? Tiredness? I can't tell what the look is.&lt;br /&gt;Then Darby came home &amp;amp; showed off her new swim cap &amp; goggles.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.geocities.com/farminghobbit/PierrePics/darby.jpg" /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.geocities.com/farminghobbit/PierrePics/scareydarby.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, here is the person who led the youth of my parish. This may also be a good time to point out that she's my cousin...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.geocities.com/farminghobbit/PierrePics/jenneword.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We then went to Super Wal Mart to get food, but first a stop at K-Mart to buy jewlery. Here I am showing off my "home dawg" skills with a foam "Jesus loves you" visor. Now if &lt;i&gt;that&lt;/i&gt; doesn't spell cool, I don't know what does!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.geocities.com/farminghobbit/PierrePics/toes2.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Being the crazy-go-nuts girls we are, we all painted our toes pink &amp;amp; yellow. It was fun. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.geocities.com/farminghobbit/PierrePics/maggietoweleyes.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Getting ready the next morning was interesting. 4 females, 1 small bathroom. (With a picture of Mr. Heller in it.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.geocities.com/farminghobbit/PierrePics/straightenhair.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We moved the hair straightening to the kitchen, because the bathroom was too hot &amp; crowded.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.geocities.com/farminghobbit/PierrePics/atthebeach.jpg" /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.geocities.com/farminghobbit/PierrePics/sunglasses.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But the kitchen wasn't good enough for Constancia, she wanted to go to the beach. You know, the whole way there &amp;amp; back she complained because she couldn't find her sunglasses!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.geocities.com/farminghobbit/PierrePics/mirror.jpg" /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.geocities.com/farminghobbit/PierrePics/rosegarden.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hair Straightener Barbie. Hair straightener not included. Magdalena told me to look all "prettified." Does this work?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.geocities.com/farminghobbit/PierrePics/loveyou.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love you!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.geocities.com/farminghobbit/PierrePics/allofus.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The 4 of us right before we left. Yes, we took it ourselves!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some rather, uh, interesting, quotes from the trip, mostly on the way up &amp; back.&lt;br /&gt;"Ahh, you made my snot go funny."&lt;br /&gt;-- Magdalena to Judit (I grabbed her nose.)&lt;br /&gt;"Ahh! Germs and mucus are escaping my nose!"&lt;br /&gt;-- Judit (I guess that sneeze was retrobution for being mean to Mag.)&lt;br /&gt;"Did that semi have teeth?"&lt;br /&gt;-- Judit (It actually did, I was just confused by it. . .)&lt;br /&gt;"I'm going to have really strong ears!"&lt;br /&gt;-- Mag (Not explaining this one!)&lt;br /&gt;"I'm concerned about what you're wearing!"&lt;br /&gt;-- Mag (She'd make a great RA.)&lt;br /&gt;"Mag, you hit me in the eye, &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;again!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;"&lt;br /&gt;-- Judit (My eyes were &lt;em&gt;not&lt;/em&gt; safe around her. I lost track of how many times she hit me in the eye.)&lt;br /&gt;"That's cary! Oh, I kind of missed the 's' on that one."&lt;br /&gt;-- Constancia (She was getting a little tired, which was kind of scary (cary?) because she was our driver.)&lt;br /&gt;Constancia then went on an insulting fit.&lt;br /&gt;"You not normal sitting down person!"&lt;br /&gt;(That was her insult to Mag. Say &lt;em&gt;that&lt;/em&gt; three times fast.)&lt;br /&gt;"You have saggy bales." "Why do you have short corn?"&lt;br /&gt;(Her insults to the local farmers. The bales &lt;em&gt;were&lt;/em&gt; saggy &amp;amp; the corn unusally short. I'd have to agree with her on those two.)&lt;br /&gt;"You smell like bathroom."&lt;br /&gt;(To Mag &amp; I after using the little penguin's room. *shrug*)&lt;br /&gt;I then took a whack at the insults.&lt;br /&gt;"You sound like a machine gun going through puberty."&lt;br /&gt;(I don't remember who's laugh I was insulting, for sure, but I think it was Mag's.)&lt;br /&gt;"Don't put garbage on this shelf."&lt;br /&gt;-- Mag (Another one that &lt;em&gt;won't&lt;/em&gt; get an explination.)&lt;br /&gt;"You got a little hair, I'd pick it, but . . ."&lt;br /&gt;-- Constancia (Our every ready groomer.)&lt;br /&gt;"Mind your head!"&lt;br /&gt;-- Constancia (I have &lt;em&gt;no&lt;/em&gt; idea what she was talking about.)&lt;br /&gt;"What are you 'whating'? Are you 'whating' Mag's 'Well, it's about time to hit the old dusty trial.' Or my playing hide &amp;amp; go seek with her hair &amp; the seat back?"&lt;br /&gt;-- Judit (to Constancia)&lt;br /&gt;"Um, now I'm 'whating' you."&lt;br /&gt;-- Constancia (She was a little creeped out by my choice of hide &amp;amp; go seek playmate. Come on! I was in a car, I didn't have much for options.)&lt;br /&gt;"I'd like to change my what!"&lt;br /&gt;-- Magdalena (She didn't want to be left out of the conversation.)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10040913-112258946122865327?l=minifalda.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://minifalda.blogspot.com/feeds/112258946122865327/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10040913&amp;postID=112258946122865327&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10040913/posts/default/112258946122865327'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10040913/posts/default/112258946122865327'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://minifalda.blogspot.com/2005/07/move-over-eurotrip-heres-more.html' title='Move Over EuroTrip, Here&apos;s the More Christian &quot;Road Trip to See a Youth Minister&quot;'/><author><name>Judit</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06191875087426057383</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='22' src='http://www.geocities.com/farminghobbit/Penguinedit.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10040913.post-112041186568714274</id><published>2005-07-03T12:26:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-07-03T12:38:39.056-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Brent</title><content type='html'>Okay, so I haven't really had much to post lately... my summer has been a bit uneventful.  But, recently my cousin who lives in California got in touch and I just thought I would share his website with everyone.  He's a photography student at Brooks and I must say... he's pretty good!  Anyway, &lt;a href="http://www.brentjohn.com"&gt;click here&lt;/a&gt; for the site.&lt;br /&gt;So, word of the day: well, I think today I'll have a phrase.  "Gobs of juicy fun"... because I saw it on another website which is not this one and I liked it a lot.  We should all use this phrase!  It would make life so much more intersting.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10040913-112041186568714274?l=minifalda.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://minifalda.blogspot.com/feeds/112041186568714274/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10040913&amp;postID=112041186568714274&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10040913/posts/default/112041186568714274'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10040913/posts/default/112041186568714274'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://minifalda.blogspot.com/2005/07/brent.html' title='Brent'/><author><name>Meche</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04731004334808891046</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10040913.post-111930798344919485</id><published>2005-06-20T23:52:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-06-20T17:56:00.670-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Finally!</title><content type='html'>So, remember a long time ago when I said I would post my Dinner Dance pics as soon as I got a website?  Well, I did that about two weeks ago but haven't had time to post yet.  So, now I'm posting!!!  *Yay for me*  So, here's the pics!  Enjoy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.geocities.com/farnkie_86/Picture055.jpg"/&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me and one of my youth group buddies&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.geocities.com/farnkie_86/Picture057.jpg"/&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lorena, Constancia, Magdalena and I all having a good time&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.geocities.com/farnkie_86/Picture058.jpg"/&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's Maurice's brother&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.geocities.com/farnkie_86/Picture065.jpg"/&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And that's Shrimplofter!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.geocities.com/farnkie_86/Picture066.jpg"/&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The hubby and I (er, ex-hubby, I guess :P)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.geocities.com/farnkie_86/Picture067.jpg"/&gt;&lt;br /&gt;JimBeth and I share a touching moment&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.geocities.com/farnkie_86/Picture064.jpg"/&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With the fam!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, now that THAT'S finally done... all I have to do is get the pics from forking the Chronic Liar's door!  Oh and I suppose I could post some pics of us trying on his Army duds, too... that was fun!  &lt;br /&gt;Unfortunately, I am very busy this summer (mostly because of work) so my posts will be few and far between.  Sorry for the inconvenience, but Judit already explained the whole situation, so I won't go into it.  &lt;br /&gt;Anyway, word of the day: Weezer... because I'm wearing my Weezer shirt and I *heart* that band!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10040913-111930798344919485?l=minifalda.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://minifalda.blogspot.com/feeds/111930798344919485/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10040913&amp;postID=111930798344919485&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10040913/posts/default/111930798344919485'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10040913/posts/default/111930798344919485'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://minifalda.blogspot.com/2005/06/finally.html' title='Finally!'/><author><name>Meche</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04731004334808891046</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10040913.post-111818912521365368</id><published>2005-06-08T01:35:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-06-07T19:37:58.236-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Fun with Fones</title><content type='html'>Hehe, like the alliteration there? Okay, lame. So Magdalena has recently gotten a camera phone, enjoy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These were all taken on various trips to Perkins.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Howdy pardner.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 210px; HEIGHT: 153px" height="162" src="http://www.geocities.com/farminghobbit/Jenne.JPG" width="223" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well ya know, when the back of your ear itches, scratch it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.geocities.com/farminghobbit/Jessitch.JPG" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Strange drinks are not just a CC thing! (But no one drank this one!) Drink a drink a drink to Lydia Pink a Pink a Pink...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.geocities.com/farminghobbit/drinkadrink.JPG" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Magdalena and her sandwich, it's a beautiful thing!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 135px; HEIGHT: 97px" height="105" src="http://www.geocities.com/farminghobbit/Jess2.JPG" width="138" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh! I broke a nail!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 172px; HEIGHT: 134px" height="167" src="http://www.geocities.com/farminghobbit/Jenne3.JPG" width="188" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lorena, looking her best!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.geocities.com/farminghobbit/umrobyn.JPG" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why are you still taking pictures of me?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img height="147" src="http://www.geocities.com/farminghobbit/Jenne5.JPG" width="181" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She wasn't dress code.                 I'd make &lt;i&gt;such&lt;/i&gt; a good RA!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.geocities.com/farminghobbit/attack.JPG" /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.geocities.com/farminghobbit/knife.JPG" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No privacy! No privacy anywhere!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.geocities.com/farminghobbit/why.JPG" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The time has come to pay, does Magdalena have enough moneies? Yes she does!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.geocities.com/farminghobbit/moneys.JPG" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10040913-111818912521365368?l=minifalda.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://minifalda.blogspot.com/feeds/111818912521365368/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10040913&amp;postID=111818912521365368&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10040913/posts/default/111818912521365368'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10040913/posts/default/111818912521365368'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://minifalda.blogspot.com/2005/06/fun-with-fones.html' title='Fun with Fones'/><author><name>Judit</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06191875087426057383</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='22' src='http://www.geocities.com/farminghobbit/Penguinedit.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10040913.post-111803919438990123</id><published>2005-06-06T07:31:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-07-03T12:31:38.470-05:00</updated><title type='text'>More different Book Meme...</title><content type='html'>Okay, so I guess it's my turn to post for the Book Meme-- because obviously Constancia is having problems doing so!  (Grr!)  No, really I don't mind.  I actually kinda wanted to do this... that was until I realized that I haven't read too many books lately, but whatever.  I will do my best!!!  So, here goes:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Total number of books I own: &lt;br /&gt;I would have to agree with Judit... WAY too many!!!  Well, not too many, just too many to count :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last book I bought:&lt;br /&gt;well, I would like to say that it was &lt;em&gt;The Screwtape Letters&lt;/em&gt;, but I can't because Grant got the last copy of it from the regular book store and the Christian book store doesn't have any copies in right now either!  (I &lt;strong&gt;really&lt;/strong&gt; want to read that book!)  So, I think the last book I bought was... huh, it's been a long time since I've bought a book for myself... I get a lot of them as gifts!  I think it must have been &lt;em&gt;Harry Potter and the Order of the Phoenix&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last book I read:&lt;br /&gt;yeah, it takes me forever to finish a book because I always get side-tracked!  But I did finish MacBeth in English class!  Though, I'm not entirely sure that counts as a book, seeing as it's a play.  So I guess the last book I finished was &lt;em&gt;Flowers for Algernon&lt;/em&gt;, which was also for English, but I really liked it!  Oh and I am currently in the middle of &lt;em&gt;Return Of The King&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Five books that have meant a lot to me:&lt;br /&gt;1) &lt;em&gt;The Five People You Meet In Heaven&lt;/em&gt; I read this for a religion assignment and man was it good!!!  (I read a lot because of assignments)  It's not necessarily Catholic, but it isn't necessarily NOT Catholic, either: mainly because no one really knows what heaven will be like.  I think everyone should read this book, especially if you're scared about what will happen to you after you die.  It has a way of easing the mind about that!&lt;br /&gt;2) &lt;em&gt;The Lord of the Rings&lt;/em&gt; series.  You want a feel-good read, this is the place to get it!  Though, really, it's so much more than just a feel good kind of trilogy.  I love Tolkien.  He can write so beautifully about Catholicism without revealing to his audience that he's writing about Catholicism!  Not that we shouldn't know it's based on Catholic beliefs, it's just that even if someone doesn't want to read a spiritual book, it's still an excellent read.  However, digging a bit deeper helps to make these books that much better. &lt;br /&gt;3) &lt;em&gt;The Chronicles of Narnia&lt;/em&gt; I must confess, I haven't quite finished this series.  But I've read through book five (and 1/2 of six) and C.S. Lewis also knows where it's at-- spiritually speaking!  Actually, at first he didn't.  But after being challenged to write something Christian by his good friend Tolkien, he sure did change!  He wrote the aformentioned &lt;em&gt;Screwtape Letters&lt;/em&gt; as well.  And, he has a way of making you feel like you're in the book; right along-side the children!  I tell you, it's amazing and oh so spiritual!&lt;br /&gt;4) &lt;em&gt;Ella Enchanted&lt;/em&gt; This is a Cinderella based book.  It's quite the lesson-teacher, actually!  Good for the awkward, early-adolecent girl.  It's about Ella's persistance and sacrifice and there are so many fun characters!  I actually &lt;strong&gt;danced&lt;/strong&gt; when I finished this book because I liked it so much!  (Not that I'm not dancing all the time, but still... :D)&lt;br /&gt;5) &lt;em&gt;Each Peach Pear Plum&lt;/em&gt; I think this was the first book I ever memorized... or it's just the only one that I can still recite (I know, I'm a dork!) It's kinda cooky-- a mixture of Mother Goose and hidden pictures, it's extremely fun.  Everyone should read it... or maybe you can just ask me to tell you the story, cuz like I said, I can still recite it!  :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And now for the FUN part!  Tagging time! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogger.com/profile/6334913"&gt;Magdalena&lt;/a&gt; from &lt;a href="http://www.minifalda.blogspot.com"&gt;¿Que?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogger.com/profile/6270882"&gt;Lorena&lt;/a&gt; from &lt;a href="http://www.minifalda.blogspot.com"&gt;¿Que?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogger.com/profile/3945340"&gt;Basil&lt;/a&gt; from &lt;a href="http://www.bknebel.blogspot.com/"&gt;A Country Boy Writes...&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogger.com/profile/9210329"&gt;Peachy&lt;/a&gt; from &lt;a href="http://pinkfluffybunnies2.blogspot.com/"&gt;8 O'Clock Chaplet&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogger.com/profile/9375272"&gt;Carducci&lt;/a&gt; from &lt;a href="http://pinkfluffybunnies2.blogspot.com/"&gt;8 O'Clock Chaplet&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sorry to those of you who don't know me, but we are connected through the Hobbit and I was given the "okay" by her!  So if you want to gripe, please address your hate mail to Judit! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, and the word of the day is sulfuric acid, because it took Judit and I a &lt;em&gt;really&lt;/em&gt; long time to figure out that is what H2SO4 is!  Mmm, thats some good stuff! :S&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10040913-111803919438990123?l=minifalda.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://minifalda.blogspot.com/feeds/111803919438990123/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10040913&amp;postID=111803919438990123&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10040913/posts/default/111803919438990123'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10040913/posts/default/111803919438990123'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://minifalda.blogspot.com/2005/06/more-different-book-meme.html' title='More different Book Meme...'/><author><name>Meche</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04731004334808891046</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10040913.post-111801910302525772</id><published>2005-06-06T01:51:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-06-05T19:51:43.030-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Dormition</title><content type='html'>Hello all you out there in bloggerdom! If you are reading this, I commend you for your faithfulness. You have probablly noticed that this blog has been. . . dying.  Don't worry, ¿Qué? is not dying!  It's not even sick.  (I'm not quite dead yet.  I'm feeling much better, I think I'll go for a walk later. . .)  "Then what's going on?" you may ask.  "Why is no one posting?"  Well, with Constancia &amp; I home for the summer, the need to blog has diminishted.  So for the summer, ¿Qué? is going into a sort of, hibernation.  Not to say there won't be post.  There will, but it won't be at the rate that you're used to.  I hope you can manage the summer without hearing about our crazy-go-nuts lives.  As some consolation, I suggest you check out some of the blogs on our sidebar.  They're there for your enjoyment.  (That goes for the links, too.)  So God bless you &amp; your family &amp;amp; good summer! Our Lady, Seat of Wisdom, pray for us!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10040913-111801910302525772?l=minifalda.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://minifalda.blogspot.com/feeds/111801910302525772/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10040913&amp;postID=111801910302525772&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10040913/posts/default/111801910302525772'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10040913/posts/default/111801910302525772'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://minifalda.blogspot.com/2005/06/dormition.html' title='Dormition'/><author><name>Judit</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06191875087426057383</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='22' src='http://www.geocities.com/farminghobbit/Penguinedit.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10040913.post-111782268589425745</id><published>2005-06-03T13:16:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-06-04T14:41:37.466-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Amazing...</title><content type='html'>Everyone has to read Peachy's post for today on 8 O'Clock Chaplet! It's amazing. Truly inspiring.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://pinkfluffybunnies2.blogspot.com/2005/06/im-in-love-with-maria.html"&gt;Peachy's post&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10040913-111782268589425745?l=minifalda.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://minifalda.blogspot.com/feeds/111782268589425745/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10040913&amp;postID=111782268589425745&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10040913/posts/default/111782268589425745'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10040913/posts/default/111782268589425745'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://minifalda.blogspot.com/2005/06/amazing.html' title='Amazing...'/><author><name>Meche</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04731004334808891046</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10040913.post-111757824995883139</id><published>2005-05-31T23:21:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-05-31T17:24:25.023-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Book Meme Continued</title><content type='html'>So Constancia is being severely obstinate about being tagged, so I will revoke her taggedness &amp;amp; tag Meche. Silly Constancia.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10040913-111757824995883139?l=minifalda.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://minifalda.blogspot.com/feeds/111757824995883139/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10040913&amp;postID=111757824995883139&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10040913/posts/default/111757824995883139'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10040913/posts/default/111757824995883139'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://minifalda.blogspot.com/2005/05/book-meme-continued.html' title='Book Meme Continued'/><author><name>Judit</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06191875087426057383</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='22' src='http://www.geocities.com/farminghobbit/Penguinedit.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10040913.post-111756901225942209</id><published>2005-05-31T12:06:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-05-31T14:50:12.290-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Forks are cool</title><content type='html'>Wow, so it's been a while since the last time I posted.  Oh well, I'm posting now! &lt;br /&gt;Yeah, so forking someone's apartment door is uber fun, let me tell you!  JimBeth (who will forever-more be known as Liz) and I had this planned for a really long time... it's been at least a month.  Anyway, we finally executed it last Saturday night.  See, the Chronic Liar (who was once known as the Youth Minister) was at a wedding, so we thought it would be the perfect time.  However we had to do a few things first, i.e. have a cook-out, pile 6 people into Scott, run to Target, terrorize a bit, get back into Scott, go to a friend's grad party, pick up one more person and get us some paper!  Well, by that time, the Chronic Liar had been home for about an hour, but luckily for us he wasn't feeling well, so he was already asleep.  (hehehehe)  So, five of the seven of us snuck down the stairs to his apartment  and began taping forks onto his door.  Judit also had a plastic banana which she had borrowed-without-asking from the Chronic Liar about 2 years ago when she and others trashed his apartment before he left for Iraq.  She taped it to the door and left him a note... along with a plastic peach!  We also hung a note amongst the forks that bore the legend: "Look, I have new door decorations!  Aren't they pretty?!"  Then, once we had hung about 1/2 the forks on the door, we piled the rest below the door and got the heck outta there!  We took some good pics, too, but I haven't gotten them from Liz yet.  But once I do, I will try my best to get them onto the blog! &lt;br /&gt;So, word of the day is Heeby-da-jeebies!  Because Maurice the Lemur in Madagascar said it and it made us laugh.  Yeah, that's right, there's a Maurice in Madagascar!  And that is why all our friends (especially our own Maurice) need to see that movie!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10040913-111756901225942209?l=minifalda.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://minifalda.blogspot.com/feeds/111756901225942209/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10040913&amp;postID=111756901225942209&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10040913/posts/default/111756901225942209'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10040913/posts/default/111756901225942209'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://minifalda.blogspot.com/2005/05/forks-are-cool.html' title='Forks are cool'/><author><name>Meche</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04731004334808891046</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10040913.post-111725699377275785</id><published>2005-05-28T06:09:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-05-28T00:19:43.946-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Book Meme</title><content type='html'>Okay, so I've been tagged. So this is all about me &amp; my books.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Total Number of Books I've Owned -- Wow, a lot. A lot, a lot!! I really don't think I can count that high!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last Book I Bought -- Hmm, I'm really not too sure. It was probably for school. Actually, I think it was my physics books and lab manual. Holy man, I'm a nerd!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last Book I Read -- Does that mean finished? Gosh, I haven't finished a book all year. Haven't had time. But the last book I've read as in I'm reading would be &lt;em&gt;Hamlet&lt;/em&gt;. The Christendom Players &amp;amp; Sheila have inspired me. Unfortunately I started reading while I was more tired than interested and ended up with more of &lt;em&gt;A Mid Summer's Night Dream&lt;/em&gt;, than &lt;em&gt;Hamet&lt;/em&gt;. Eh, clever! Okay, maybe that was just lame.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Five Books That Have Meant A Lot To Me --&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. &lt;em&gt;Story of a Soul&lt;/em&gt;. St. Therese really knows where it's at. I first read this when I was a sophomore or junior in high school. After reading that I decided it would be wonderful to be a nun. I read it again this last summer &amp; really began to see the beauty in death. Huh, would you look at that, nuns and dying people, I never noticed that before. If ya'll haven't read it, you need to! That's a mandate from the WP.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. &lt;em&gt;The Witch of Blackbird Pond. &lt;/em&gt;Great book. I first read it in seventh grade &amp;amp; the characters became friends. So when I'm having a bad day or just want visit old friends, it's a good world to step into.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. &lt;em&gt;Batty Bat&lt;/em&gt;. Now &lt;em&gt;that's&lt;/em&gt; a classic! I mean, what's better than a book about a bat who looses her glasses, gets flower &amp; flour, piece &amp;amp; peace, &amp; a plethora of other things mixed up! Oh man, I've had that book since I was a small hobbit. Um, I mean young. :) This book kept me smiling all summer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. &lt;em&gt;Consolation of Philosophy&lt;/em&gt;. Now by all rights, this probably shouldn't be in the list, because I never finished it. (That will change as soon as I get my packages from VA.) But there was a &lt;em&gt;lot&lt;/em&gt; in there that really made a lot of sense. And quite a bit of it I needed to hear, especially when we were reading it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. All the books in the &lt;em&gt;Anne of Green Gables&lt;/em&gt; series. I can't think of many books that I would more highly recomend for young girls (&amp;amp; young women!) Anne encourages people to use their imagination, love with their whole hearts, believe in the beauty of their dreams, hold only the highest ideals, &amp; admit when they're wrong (well, &lt;em&gt;eventually.&lt;/em&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I purposly excluded the &lt;em&gt;Bible&lt;/em&gt; and the CCC, because I figured they'd be no-brainers.&lt;br /&gt;Here's the part where I tag five people myself.&lt;br /&gt;I. &lt;a href="http://www.blogger.com/profile/9206514"&gt;Captian Oblivious&lt;/a&gt;, of &lt;a href="http://www.pinkfluffybunnies2.blogspot.com"&gt;8 O'Clock Chaplet&lt;/a&gt;, maybe he'll actually post something! (Love ya, Papa!)&lt;br /&gt;II. &lt;a href="http://www.blogger.com/profile/4686366"&gt;Sheila&lt;/a&gt;,of &lt;a href="http://myenchiridion.blogspot.com/"&gt;Enchiridion&lt;/a&gt; &amp;amp; &lt;a href="http://www.fiddleback.blogspot.com/"&gt;Fiddleback Fever&lt;/a&gt;, even though I know she's already been tagged, I don't think she's responded.&lt;br /&gt;III. &lt;a href="http://www.blogger.com/profile/7072919"&gt;Kateri&lt;/a&gt;, of &lt;a href="http://5countrygirls.blogspot.com/"&gt;Country Girl.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;IV. &lt;a href="http://www.blogger.com/profile/5131141"&gt;Little Thalia&lt;/a&gt;, of &lt;a href="http://www.fiddleback.blogspot.com/"&gt;Fiddleback Fever&lt;/a&gt; &amp; &lt;a href="http://www.quidhocest.blogspot.com/"&gt;Quid Hoc Est?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;V. &lt;a href="http://www.blogger.com/profile/6215322"&gt;Constancia&lt;/a&gt;,of &lt;a href="http://minifalda.blogspot.com/"&gt;¿Qué?&lt;/a&gt; So Constancia, consider yourself tagged!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10040913-111725699377275785?l=minifalda.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://minifalda.blogspot.com/feeds/111725699377275785/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10040913&amp;postID=111725699377275785&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10040913/posts/default/111725699377275785'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10040913/posts/default/111725699377275785'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://minifalda.blogspot.com/2005/05/book-meme.html' title='Book Meme'/><author><name>Judit</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06191875087426057383</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='22' src='http://www.geocities.com/farminghobbit/Penguinedit.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10040913.post-111660720490405318</id><published>2005-05-20T17:40:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-05-20T11:40:04.923-05:00</updated><title type='text'>So Much Star Wars!</title><content type='html'>Uff, so Kali's up here &amp; she had the great idea to go to the midnight showing of the last Star Wars movie.  I didn't think there would be any harm to that, so I agreed under one condition.  I have only seen the 4th movie &amp; inorder to understand the 3rd, I felt I needed to see the others.  Kali saw wisdom in that, so it was off to the Movie Gallery for us.  We got Episodes I, II, &amp; V.  (VI was out.)  That night we watched I &amp; II.  The next day we watched VI &amp; that night went to the theatre &amp;amp; saw III.  Then the &lt;em&gt;next&lt;/em&gt; day (yesterday) we finally got ahold of VI, so I now know how the whole thing ends.  I have to say, I really enjoyed them all.  I know many people who didn't like the first ones, for various reasons.  So if you ask me if I liked the 3rd one, I will tell you yes, but also that I liked I &amp; II, so you can't trust my opinion. &lt;br /&gt;Also, whilst we were waiting for the movie to start, Magdalena came up to say "Hi."  We chated for a bit, then she said, "I thought you were babysiting with Meche tonight?"  To this I answered, "I thought &lt;em&gt;you &lt;/em&gt;were babysiting with her!"  Oops.  Sorry Meche.  Hope babysiting went ok.  May the force be with you.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10040913-111660720490405318?l=minifalda.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://minifalda.blogspot.com/feeds/111660720490405318/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10040913&amp;postID=111660720490405318&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10040913/posts/default/111660720490405318'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10040913/posts/default/111660720490405318'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://minifalda.blogspot.com/2005/05/so-much-star-wars.html' title='So Much Star Wars!'/><author><name>Judit</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06191875087426057383</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='22' src='http://www.geocities.com/farminghobbit/Penguinedit.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10040913.post-111637017894300335</id><published>2005-05-17T23:48:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-05-17T17:49:38.946-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Judit's Rules For Travel &amp; Packing</title><content type='html'>1.  Find out when your ride is leaving with plenty of time to find a new one if necessary.&lt;br /&gt;2.  If you have to be mostly packed by Saturday, don't start midnight Friday.&lt;br /&gt;3.  Give as much stuff to your friends as possible.&lt;br /&gt;a.  Giving pink stuffed animals to guy friends is recomended. :)&lt;br /&gt;4.  Take breaks when needed, otherwise you may end up collapsed on the hallway floor having to listen to one of your wingmates singing "For the Longest Time" (J/K Megan!)&lt;br /&gt;5.  Saran wrap works great for potted plants being used as carry on.&lt;br /&gt;6.  Really, take a couple of breaks, otherwise your husband might come into your dorm and drag you outside.&lt;br /&gt;7.  Even if you have to get up at 3:30 am, go to sleep, even for a couple of hours.&lt;br /&gt;8.  Undeveloped film is alright through carry on x-ray machines, but not checked baggage x-ray machines.&lt;br /&gt;9.  Airport chapels are good places to sleep.&lt;br /&gt;10. Have more than 36 cents in cash with you when you travel!!!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10040913-111637017894300335?l=minifalda.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://minifalda.blogspot.com/feeds/111637017894300335/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10040913&amp;postID=111637017894300335&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10040913/posts/default/111637017894300335'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10040913/posts/default/111637017894300335'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://minifalda.blogspot.com/2005/05/judits-rules-for-travel-packing.html' title='Judit&apos;s Rules For Travel &amp; Packing'/><author><name>Judit</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06191875087426057383</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='22' src='http://www.geocities.com/farminghobbit/Penguinedit.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10040913.post-111634434996865977</id><published>2005-05-17T10:17:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-05-17T10:39:09.973-05:00</updated><title type='text'>I'M FREE!!!</title><content type='html'>Oh my GOSH!!!  This feels soooooo good... I am currently gliding my way through my ver last day of high school-- how exciting is that?!  I am completely done with it!  I don't have to put up with all of this trivial stuff anymore... now I'm going on to deal with other, possibly slightly less trivial stuff... but hopefully trivial in a different way... like a way that I actually LIKE!!!  I know that college won't be everything I've expected and that I probably won't be as free as I would like (occupational hazard of being a music major &lt;em&gt;and&lt;/em&gt; a pre-med major), but I do see a ray of hope... hope that I can be myself and not have to worry about what people will think... not that I do that a lot right now, but I still feel like I can't be as loud and outgoing as I would like around my current class.  Anyway, enough about that... it's kinda boring :P&lt;br /&gt;We're all really excited here in SoDak: Judit is back home!!!  We all went to meet her at the air port yesterday evening... it was kinda funny because the Youth Minister kinda forgot and I called him about 15 mins before her plane got in and he was like, "What?  I thought it was tomorrow!"&lt;br /&gt;So I told him no it's today and he better get his butt over here.  So he did... or at least he tried... he went to the wrong airport.  But he finally got there just before she got off the plane and all was well for Judit's arrival.  *I hope you feel bad, Youth Minister :P* &lt;br /&gt;So, word of the day: pickle-weasle.  Cuz Al said so.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10040913-111634434996865977?l=minifalda.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://minifalda.blogspot.com/feeds/111634434996865977/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10040913&amp;postID=111634434996865977&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10040913/posts/default/111634434996865977'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10040913/posts/default/111634434996865977'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://minifalda.blogspot.com/2005/05/im-free.html' title='I&apos;M FREE!!!'/><author><name>Meche</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04731004334808891046</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10040913.post-111566391084127050</id><published>2005-05-09T20:04:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-05-10T10:21:18.966-05:00</updated><title type='text'>SUPRISE!!!! or PRAFY</title><content type='html'>I have got some tricksy friends. This blog takes us back to Friday, May 6th, 2005. The Judit is thinking about her Theology final &amp; not her upcoming birthday. She rises that morning focused on the Church's teaching of salvation, the primacy of Peter, &amp;amp; &lt;em&gt;many&lt;/em&gt; Bible verses. She goes to breakfast &amp; then to the final. She leaves the final 1hr &amp;amp; 45mins later feeling confident but exhausted. She promptly goes to sleep for the next 4 hrs. When she wakes up, she decides to find some of her friends a celebrate for awhile before beginning studying for philosophy.&lt;br /&gt;She walks out of her dorm &amp; sees Liz. She shouts, "CARDUCCI!" To this, CARDUCCI runs away. The Judit is befuddled, but continues on her quest for friends. She finds some in the Commons &amp;amp; proceeds to talk with them. While she was doing this, Ibid walked out of the kitchen carrying something. "IBID!" When the Judit gets no response, she repeats her cry. She finally gets an, "I can't talk now, my hands are full." Once again, Judit becomes befuddled as to why people were being so anti-social.&lt;br /&gt;So our miffed Judit continues on her quest for friendship. She finally finds Joe in the computer lab &amp; proceeds to hang out with him for probably longer than is good for any one person to hang out with someone so weird. (J/K Joe!) She then goes back to her dorm to help get ready for Beth's surprise un-birthday party (her birthday's after we leave.) She met Sean &amp;amp; Claire &amp; talked with them for awhile. During this, her crazy roommate Laura pounced on her, tickled her, &amp;amp; took her lunch money-I mean books &amp; ran away. She chased after thinking Laura just had a dose of finals stress &amp;amp; needed to blow off some steam. Laura then threw the Judit's books back to their rightful owner, announced she was going to throw up &amp; raced into the nearest girl's dorm. The Judit, worried about her crazy roommate followed her &amp;amp; saw that she didn't go to the bathroom, but out the back exit &amp; found Claire who had left &amp;amp; was walking toward the gym. At this point Judit's brain overloaded trying to figure out what in the world was going on.&lt;br /&gt;She then continued on her original mission to help set up for Beth's party. Beth's friends gathered in the video room &amp; waited. The look on Beth's face when everyone yelled SUPRISE was priceless, absolutely priceless. It was a nice party &amp;amp; Judit had just suggested a game be confiscated from the common room, when Mary Beth told her that her phone was ringing. She answered &amp; told Joe that she could &lt;em&gt;not&lt;/em&gt; play racketball, because she was at Beth's party. When she got off the phone, everyone was staring at her. Almost at the same time, the entire party said they wanted to go play racketball. Judit was once again very confused. 1st of all why did everyone want to do this all at the same time? And 2nd how in the world were we all going to fit into 2 racketball courts? But it was Beth's party &amp;amp; that's what she wanted to do. As we walked to the gym, Beth said she saw some people watching a movie upstairs &amp; we should do that. Now Judit wasn't even trying to make sense of anything, for we had just been in the video room of Campion &amp;amp; if she'd wanted to watch a video, why were we going to the gym to watch whatever the people before us were watching?!?! But whatever, Judit gives up. Everyone walks upstairs to the all-purpose area in the gym. It's dark, but if people are watching a movie that makes sense. Except, there are streamers &amp; there's no one-wait, there's someone peaking over the couch &amp;amp; then all the lights go on &lt;strong&gt;"SUPRISE!!!!!"&lt;/strong&gt; Gawah? The top of the gym is &lt;em&gt;filled&lt;/em&gt; with Judit's friends, food, &amp; streamers &amp;amp; Happy Birthday things. And then, it all clicked. Oh. Yes, I have the best friends ever. There was dancing &amp; food &amp;amp; presents &amp; laughing &amp;amp; crying &amp;amp; more dancing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.geocities.com/farminghobbit/streamered.JPG" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everyone did a great job of decorating the room.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.geocities.com/farminghobbit/streamered2.JPG" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And me...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.geocities.com/farminghobbit/rosesryan.JPG" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Never let Ryan do your hair!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.geocities.com/farminghobbit/jennambrose.JPG" /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.geocities.com/farminghobbit/hudson.JPG" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And of course there was dancing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.geocities.com/farminghobbit/seannjenne.JPG" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10040913-111566391084127050?l=minifalda.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://minifalda.blogspot.com/feeds/111566391084127050/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10040913&amp;postID=111566391084127050&amp;isPopup=true' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10040913/posts/default/111566391084127050'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10040913/posts/default/111566391084127050'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://minifalda.blogspot.com/2005/05/suprise-or-prafy.html' title='SUPRISE!!!! or PRAFY'/><author><name>Judit</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06191875087426057383</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='22' src='http://www.geocities.com/farminghobbit/Penguinedit.jpg'/></author><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10040913.post-111530875702766041</id><published>2005-05-05T10:37:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-05-06T16:19:20.480-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Vote for me!</title><content type='html'>Okay, so I'm not really running for anything... but Lorena is! And her speech was great... she talked about such things as making a difference and the air speed velocity of an unladen swallow! If I could vote this year, I would have voted for Lorena. She would have made a great Student Body VP. I also would have voted for Guitar Guy... he ran for Prez. His campaign posters were kinda funny... they had pirates on them *We are the pirates who don't do anything, we just stay at home and lie around and if you ask us to do anything, we'll just tell you we don't do anything!* (That's a great song... it's originally on Veggie Tales but Relient K does an awesome version of it, too!)&lt;br /&gt;So, when I find out who won, I will totally post the results for you!&lt;br /&gt;Oh, and my car *Scott* is soooooooo stoopid! Well, more specifically, my car's battery. Yeah, it's like 1/2 dead and two nights ago, before I went to the Newman Center's priest's going away party, it wouldn't start!  And then, when my dad tried starting it later, it worked just fine! Grrr on you Scott! So, yesterday morning before I went to school we had to jump start the darn thing. Not cool... really not cool. But this morning it started alright. Thanks for being so moody, Scott. :@&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I'm going to attempt to post some pics from the Dinner Dance, since I forgot to do that before... these are from JimBeth! Okay, nevermind... I'll hafta do it later... once Judit teaches me how because I &lt;strong&gt;CAN'T FIGURE IT OUT&lt;/strong&gt;... Oh well&lt;br /&gt;word of the day: Pirate. Just cuz.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10040913-111530875702766041?l=minifalda.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://minifalda.blogspot.com/feeds/111530875702766041/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10040913&amp;postID=111530875702766041&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10040913/posts/default/111530875702766041'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10040913/posts/default/111530875702766041'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://minifalda.blogspot.com/2005/05/vote-for-me.html' title='Vote for me!'/><author><name>Meche</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04731004334808891046</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10040913.post-111525483002630852</id><published>2005-05-04T19:39:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-05-04T20:14:00.913-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Fire Alarms or Jump Drives</title><content type='html'>At about six a.m. this morning I was sleeping soundly in my nice warm bed as I normally am at that time.  I was quite comfortable and very happy.  Did I mention that I was warm and sleeping?  I was also not dress code.  Unfortunately, my revelry was destroyed by the piercing sound of the fire alarm.  Actually, that's incorrect.  I vaguely began to gain consciousness because of the piercing fire alarm.  It was Laura saying "Judit!  Fire alarm!"  I sat up &amp; responded with words that won't be published on this blog.  I contemplated my options.  I was tired &amp; wanted to go back to sleep, but we've had countless meetings about this fire alarm &amp; I knew that would incur a $25 fine.  Money I just don't have.  Plus they'd wake me up again anyway &amp; Kateri (my proctor) was yelling "EVERYBODY OUT!!" like a crazy person.  I thought about what I was wearing &amp; realized there was going to have to be some change in my wardrobe before I exited the girl's dorm.  But I had fallen asleep with my contacts in &amp; they were fused to my eyes.  Thus I couldn't see a darn thing.  Plus, I didn't know where my sweatshirt was (it was right behind my head.) So I grabbed my ballerina blanket &amp; headed for the out-of-doors.  I even less happy when the cold air permeated my entire being as I stepped outside.  The cheerful awake looks of our Dean &amp; Assistant Dean of Student Life were like salt in the wound.  BUT they bought us Krispy Kreme donuts, so I forgive them. :)&lt;br /&gt;And now it's time for some random pictures.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.geocities.com/farminghobbit/drinkinnsmokin2.JPG"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The boys celebrating the election of Pope Benedict XVI the Christendom way!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.geocities.com/farminghobbit/father.JPG"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Father talking about the state of the Church.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.geocities.com/farminghobbit/jencigar.JPG"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cigars aren't just for the boys!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.geocities.com/farminghobbit/mountiandew.JPG"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mountian Dew was good enough for the Irish, it's good enough for us.  (Somehow, I think they were talking about a &lt;em&gt;different&lt;/em&gt; kind of Mountian Dew...)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10040913-111525483002630852?l=minifalda.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://minifalda.blogspot.com/feeds/111525483002630852/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10040913&amp;postID=111525483002630852&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10040913/posts/default/111525483002630852'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10040913/posts/default/111525483002630852'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://minifalda.blogspot.com/2005/05/fire-alarms-or-jump-drives.html' title='Fire Alarms or Jump Drives'/><author><name>Judit</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06191875087426057383</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='22' src='http://www.geocities.com/farminghobbit/Penguinedit.jpg'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10040913.post-111509524936127940</id><published>2005-05-02T23:40:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-05-02T23:40:49.360-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Hola!</title><content type='html'>Well, sorry for not blogging as much as or as elaborately as I should be. I have been quite busy with a lot of pointless activities that hold no practical use...AKA trigonometry. But now with the smooth transition from Trig to precalculus...I will have even more pointless assignments to behold in my precious and oh so crispified noggin. So, I had better blog before Jenne has an anurism or some other brain-related injury! LOL! Luv ya Jenne! :D Her brain is quite sensitive y'know...:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just to let all of you peoples know...I am running for Student Body VP!! Yayyy.... I am running against Jan, which may prove to be very interesting. Hopefully, someone will vote for me! :P LOL! Anyways, Maggie and I have made some very beautiful and meaningful posters which include slogans such as "Vote for Robyn" and other ones with crazy Mexican women smiling undernearth oversized, plastic fruit hats. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also had a very interesting experience this weekend. My partner-in-crime and fellow sci-fi aficionado, Erica, decided to venture out of our homes and go to the local movie place...or whatever it is called these days. This movie, "The Hitchhiker's Guide to the Galaxy" is not your average joe movie. Oh no siree. I read the book and enthusiastically asked Erica to join me by telling her that she had to go with me :P. She agreed. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At first, we felt pretty normal..y'know...hanging out at the movie theatre..getting some popcorn, until we started seeing some pretty shady characters. People walking around with towels, some wearing odd hats, and other donning XXXXL T-Shirts with some obscure comic book reference to them. Needless to say, these people were not attending "Fever Pitch". The minute that we walked into the theatre...things felt...different. Not only was the theatre fairly full for a late show...but it was very loud and no one really seemed to care. It wasn't until we started to get odd stares from people that we noticed that something was a bit strange. Erica, in a brief moment of pure observation, said.."omigosh, Robyn...we are the coolest people here!!!!" Trust me, this shocked me as much as it is probably shocking you right now. Because Erica and I are not known as the coolest, most chic people. Actually we are quite the opposite. We are the loud, obnoxious girls who get a kick out of Star Wars and hold all-niter Mt. Dew parties where Erica once drank a gallon of it...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This was a totally new and disturbing experience for us. We also noticed that we were among a very delicate minority...we were girls...Out of about 30 ppl...maybe 5 of us were girls, including Erica and I. Of course the row of boys behind us gave the strangest stare of pure admiration, shock, and worship. At first, we were a bit freaked out...but we got over it and had a jolly laugh a bit later.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, the movie was excellent and highly recommendable. If you like crazy movies with beauracratic aliens, two-headed presidents with southern drawls, and lemons...you will love this movie. Plus, you have to hear the song about dolphins...the second smartest beings on Earth. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, my duty has been fulfilled...So long and thanks for all the fish!!&lt;br /&gt;&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/10040913-111509524936127940?l=minifalda.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://minifalda.blogspot.com/feeds/111509524936127940/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10040913&amp;postID=111509524936127940&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10040913/posts/default/111509524936127940'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10040913/posts/default/111509524936127940'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://minifalda.blogspot.com/2005/05/hola.html' title='Hola!'/><author><name>Lorena</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02906983048624878605</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10040913.post-111474374175899543</id><published>2005-04-29T05:02:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-04-29T20:41:58.603-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The Good Life</title><content type='html'>Have you ever had just totally random thoughts? Well tonight I began kicking around the idea of what it must be like to be a fetus. I mean think about it. They've got it good. You've got a nice cozy not-to-warm-not-to-cold place to be. All the food you need is brought right to you. You don't even need to chew! Quality time with Mom. Chillin for nine months in some amniotic fluid. I think it would be very cozy, but not too squishy. You can do things like suck your thumb and people think its cute. I miss being a fetus. I mean, it's not like you're just sitting on your duff. Growing is hard work! But you don't have to worry about deadlines or time cards or rising inflation. (You leave that to Mom and Dad.) Yea, totally the good life.&lt;br /&gt;Unfortunately, fetuses (feti?) don't have it that easy these days. In fact, one of the most dangerous places to be is your mother's womb. Talk about messed up! That should be the safest place on this planet! But fetuses everywhere are being torn to shreds at the beckoning of their mothers. This thought brought my happy revelry to a crashing horrible halt. Something must be done. It was one of the most horrible thoughts I have ever had in my eighteen years. I pictured myself as a fetus, having a grand old time and then being torn to shreds. I think I'm not going to be able to sleep tonight. I then pictured myself as a teenage girl who just found out she was pregnant. Um, nope. It's not cutting it. That would be uber scary too, &amp;amp; I really couldn't imagine. But I'm definitely going to have to go with the baby on this one. I ask you, really, truly picture the same things I did and then ask yourself if its a child or a choice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.geocities.com/farminghobbit/fetus2.JPG" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Our Lady of Guadalupe, pray for us!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10040913-111474374175899543?l=minifalda.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://minifalda.blogspot.com/feeds/111474374175899543/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10040913&amp;postID=111474374175899543&amp;isPopup=true' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10040913/posts/default/111474374175899543'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10040913/posts/default/111474374175899543'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://minifalda.blogspot.com/2005/04/good-life.html' title='The Good Life'/><author><name>Judit</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06191875087426057383</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='22' src='http://www.geocities.com/farminghobbit/Penguinedit.jpg'/></author><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10040913.post-111436598795491354</id><published>2005-04-26T05:27:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-04-25T22:27:29.206-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Heels</title><content type='html'>The events of today have my thoughts resting upon a terribly important subject: female footwear. The average female has a plethora of shoes. She's got boots, sneakers, casual sandals, dress sandals, close-toed dress shoes, clogs, skinny heels, chunky heels, tall heels, short heels, black shoes, brown shoes, white shoes, sensible shoes, fun shoes, comfortable shoes &amp; those which may put her in the hospital. It is the last of these that I feel the need to discuss with you.&lt;br /&gt;Today I wore my formal shoes (white dress sandal with super skinny heel, moderate height, definitely put-you-in-the-hospital type) to Mass &amp;amp; then to brunch. I have learned to walk in them, so I hadn't a problem until I returned my dishes to the dish room. In doing this, I had to step on some rubber mats that had many little holes. Note: little holes &amp; skinny heels are a &lt;em&gt;bad &lt;/em&gt;combo. I got my right heel stuck &amp;amp; as I tried to get that unstuck, I almost feel over. I managed to right myself, only to get my left heel caught, also. I started pulling on either foot alternating in a an attempt to free myself. The problem was, I got stuck in such a way, that I couldn't balance on 1 foot to take my shoes off. I continued jerking my feet until (of course) they both came free at the same time &amp;amp; I ended up on my posterior. This got me thinking of the age old question, "Why do women wear shoes that hurt their feet/they can't walk in?" Being a woman, I've never pondered the question before, but I began to wonder.&lt;br /&gt;Many a time I've been questioned by a male of my species as to why I'm walking barefoot. If it's after class, my answer is usually "I like to walk barefoot." But if it's between classes, it's usually because my shoes either hurt or are hard to walk in. When I told 1 of them that I was wearing those particular shoes, because they looked cute, he quoted Ecclesiastes "all is vanity." But if all is vanity, that includes sensible shoes. And if we're all going to be vain, why not at least look good doing so?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10040913-111436598795491354?l=minifalda.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://minifalda.blogspot.com/feeds/111436598795491354/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10040913&amp;postID=111436598795491354&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10040913/posts/default/111436598795491354'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10040913/posts/default/111436598795491354'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://minifalda.blogspot.com/2005/04/heels.html' title='Heels'/><author><name>Judit</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06191875087426057383</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='22' src='http://www.geocities.com/farminghobbit/Penguinedit.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10040913.post-111447677657757678</id><published>2005-04-26T01:52:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-04-25T19:53:22.100-05:00</updated><title type='text'>15 days (or less depending on where you go to school)</title><content type='html'>Well hello... I don't wanna make this post too long, so I will get right to the point. What's written below wasn't written by me, in fact I don't know who wrote it, but it describes exactly what I am feeling right now. I know its long, but please read it all the way to the end. (Maybe Judit knows what this feels like ;P) But I gotta go study for finals, 4 tests and one paper/discussion and I am out of here for the summer!!&lt;br /&gt;My quote of the day is also at the end.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15 Days....more or less, depending where you go to school =) A year has past and now we stand on the brink of returning to a world where we are surrounded by the paradox of everything yet nothing being the same. In 15 days we will reluctantly give our hugs and, fighting the tears, say goodbye to the people who were once just names on a sheet of paper to return to people that we hugged and fought tears to say goodbye to before we ever left. We will leave our best friends to return to our best friends. We will go back to places we came from and go back to the same things we did last summer and every summer before. We will come into town on that same familiar road, and even though it has been months, it will seem like only yesterday. As you walk into your old bedroom, every emotion will pass through you as you reflect on the way your life has changed and the person you have become. You suddenly realize that the things that were most important to you a year ago don't seem to matter so much anymore, and the things you hold highest now, no one at home will completely understand. Who will you call first? Where are you going to work? Who will be at the party Saturday night? What has everyone been up to? Who from school will you keep in touch with? How long before you actually start missing people barging in without calling or knocking? Who will get breadsticks with you at three in the morning? How long until you adjust to sleeping in a room by yourself? Then you realize how much things have changed, you realize the hardest part of college is balancing the two completely different worlds you now live in, trying desperately to hold on to everything all the while trying to figure out what you have to leave behind. In the matter of one day's traveling time, we will leave our world of living next door to our best friends, walking across campus to eat, instant messenger, 8:00 classes, and perpetual procrastination to a world that will seem foreign to us despite the fact that we have lived in it for nineteen (or twenty or twenty one!) Everything is different now... We now know the meaning of true friendship. We know who we have kept in touch with over the past year and who we hold dearest to our hearts. We've left our high school worlds to deal with the real world. We have had our hearts broken, we've fallen in love, and we’ve helped our best friends through the toughest times of their lives, something even their best friends at home couldn't be there for. We've stayed up all night just to be there for a friend. We've partied the night away, doing stupid stuff, but we were always there for each other afterwards. There have been times when we've felt so helpless being hours away from home when we know our families or friends needed us most, and there are times when we know we have made a difference. 15 days from now we will leave. 15 days from now we take down our pictures, and pack up our clothes. No more going next door to do nothing for hours on end. We will leave our friends whose random emails and phone calls will bring us to laughter and tears this summer. We will take our memories and dreams and put them away for now, saving them for our return to this world. 15 days from now we will arrive. 15 days from now we will unpack our bags and have dinner with our families. We will drive over to our best friend's house and do nothing for hours on end. We will return to the same friends whose random emails and phone calls have brought us laughter and tears over the past year. We will unpack old memories and dreams that have been put away for the past year. In 15 days we will dig deep inside to find the strength and conviction to adjust to change and still keep each other close. And somehow, in someway, we will find our place between these two worlds.&lt;br /&gt;In 15 days....are you ready?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~Quote of the day:&lt;br /&gt;~"The supreme happiness in life is the conviction that we are loved -- loved for ourselves, or rather, loved in spite of ourselves."&lt;br /&gt;~Victor Hugo&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10040913-111447677657757678?l=minifalda.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://minifalda.blogspot.com/feeds/111447677657757678/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10040913&amp;postID=111447677657757678&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10040913/posts/default/111447677657757678'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10040913/posts/default/111447677657757678'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://minifalda.blogspot.com/2005/04/15-days-or-less-depending-on-where-you.html' title='15 days (or less depending on where you go to school)'/><author><name>Constancia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03412489978113799949</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10040913.post-111413131046283254</id><published>2005-04-22T03:16:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-04-22T15:43:37.923-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Formal Pictures</title><content type='html'>&lt;img src="http://www.geocities.com/farminghobbit/Picture2.JPG"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Roomies!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.geocities.com/farminghobbit/parents.JPG"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.geocities.com/farminghobbit/lauranmikey.JPG"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;And their dates.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.geocities.com/farminghobbit/group.JPG"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;The lot of us, outside my window.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.geocities.com/farminghobbit/kids.JPG"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;The kids.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.geocities.com/farminghobbit/momanddaughter.JPG"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Mother &amp; daughter.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.geocities.com/farminghobbit/peachnmaria.JPG"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt; They are &lt;em&gt;sooo&lt;/em&gt;cute!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.geocities.com/farminghobbit/thegirls.JPG"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Some of the girls.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.geocities.com/farminghobbit/stainalive.JPG"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.geocities.com/farminghobbit/stainalive2.JPG"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Who says guys can't dance? *snort*&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.geocities.com/farminghobbit/word.JPG"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Word, yo!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10040913-111413131046283254?l=minifalda.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://minifalda.blogspot.com/feeds/111413131046283254/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10040913&amp;postID=111413131046283254&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10040913/posts/default/111413131046283254'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10040913/posts/default/111413131046283254'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://minifalda.blogspot.com/2005/04/formal-pictures.html' title='Formal Pictures'/><author><name>Judit</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06191875087426057383</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='22' src='http://www.geocities.com/farminghobbit/Penguinedit.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10040913.post-111404368156086506</id><published>2005-04-21T02:36:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-04-20T19:34:41.563-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Rehab</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;It has come to my attention that CC has been portrayed in an incorrect light by yours truly. It has been brought to my attention by some of my colleagues that CC appears to have a drinking problem. On further examination of past posts, I would have to agree that it looks that way. But anyone who knows much about CC knows that this is just not true. No one has a problem with the drinking!&lt;br /&gt;But seriously, one of the things CC can proudly say, is very, &lt;em&gt;very&lt;/em&gt; few of its students drink to excess. Many of the students drink, but they do so quite responsibly. To get drunk at CC is to be socially shunned. And to answer Meche's question, yes, on very special occasions, every student is allowed to have a small amount of alcohol. Usually something like one beer or one glass of wine. It's highly monitored. Our parents sign some kind of waver/legal thingy.  It's supposed to help us learn to drink responsiblly and I think it works.  Everytime I have mentioned alcohol, it has been on some major feast day or something like Oktober Fest, or the election of Pope Benedict XVI.  (That's so cool to say!)  Moderation in all things...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Oh, and I'm confused as to what I did to the blog to "mess it up."  What Judit do wrong?  &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10040913-111404368156086506?l=minifalda.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://minifalda.blogspot.com/feeds/111404368156086506/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10040913&amp;postID=111404368156086506&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10040913/posts/default/111404368156086506'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10040913/posts/default/111404368156086506'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://minifalda.blogspot.com/2005/04/rehab.html' title='Rehab'/><author><name>Judit</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06191875087426057383</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='22' src='http://www.geocities.com/farminghobbit/Penguinedit.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10040913.post-111396520562642843</id><published>2005-04-20T04:46:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-05-01T15:57:50.986-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Habemus Papam!</title><content type='html'>Yes that's right, we got the Rat! Pope Benedict XVI is the new pope of the Roman Catholic Church &amp; all I have to say is WAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH&lt;br /&gt;HHHHHHHOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Yea, I along with everyone else @ CC, am freaking out with joy. Some professors canceled classes today &amp;amp; Fr. Mastreoni had a party at the rectory. I find it funny, we get a new pope &amp; what do we do? Drink and smoke. At the rectory. I suggested German beer, but that didn't quite happen. Instead French wine &amp;amp; American beer happened. And cigars. I have to say, they taste much better than they smell, but take a bit of practice to not swallow the smoke. (That's really yucky!) But seriously, I think Pope Benedict XVI is just what the Church needs. It's time to lay the smack down &amp; he's just the guy to do it. The decision was made, went up in white smoke. The whole world knew we had a new pope! (Okay, so that was definitely about JPII, but it's quite applicable.) I'm so excited about this, I really can't put it into words.&lt;br /&gt;In other news, Dr. Townsend has given me permission to blow up aerosol cans as extra credit for physics. So Ryan &amp;amp; Ed are going to help me. This should prove to be much fun. Which is nice, once Hamlet is over I think I'm going to want something fun. Something that doesn't involve sewing...&lt;br /&gt;Is that a needle I see before my eye? Its point &lt;em&gt;in &lt;/em&gt;my hand? Okay, wrong play, but that's kind of how I feel. Why in the world did I volunteer to help sew (&lt;em&gt;hand&lt;/em&gt; sew) costumes for the play? Don't get me wrong, I enjoy sewing &amp; I wanted to be part of the play. The play opens on Friday &amp;amp; there's a reason the week before's called hell week! But yea, tomorrow we get to do fittings. That should be fun.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10040913-111396520562642843?l=minifalda.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://minifalda.blogspot.com/feeds/111396520562642843/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10040913&amp;postID=111396520562642843&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10040913/posts/default/111396520562642843'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10040913/posts/default/111396520562642843'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://minifalda.blogspot.com/2005/04/habemus-papam.html' title='Habemus Papam!'/><author><name>Judit</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06191875087426057383</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='22' src='http://www.geocities.com/farminghobbit/Penguinedit.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10040913.post-111383953743229239</id><published>2005-04-18T10:19:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-04-18T10:52:17.433-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Spring Fling, yo!</title><content type='html'>Well, craziness has begun!!!  It is now officially Spring Fling Week.  For those of you who don't know, this is kinda like Homecoming, except it's in the spring and there's no Lord and Lady... and we don't have class competitions... and there's no football game at the end of the week... but other than that it's the exact same thing!  Anyway, right now it's Hawaiian Day... which means I got leid (tee hee).  I'm having a lot of fun with my orange sarong!  Anyway, tomorrow is Pajama Day, and that's gonna be fun in a barrel, too.  I'm gonna wear my nerd-glasses and slippers.  Then on Wednesday, it's Spring Fling Day, which means we're supposed to wear our t-shirts... which have Napoleon Dynamite on them!  And Thursday is Mass day, so we hafta dress up... and then Friday we don't have school!!! Yay!  That's right, we have ALL DAY to get ready for Dinner Dance *ha in your face, Judit*   So, anyway, I'm expecting it to be a good and busy week... hopefully without much homework, but that may be asking too much!&lt;br /&gt;Word of the day: good-bye.  Because we will miss Darby :'(  She's moving to Pierre June 1 and it's really sad.  *sniff, sniff*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10040913-111383953743229239?l=minifalda.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://minifalda.blogspot.com/feeds/111383953743229239/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10040913&amp;postID=111383953743229239&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10040913/posts/default/111383953743229239'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10040913/posts/default/111383953743229239'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://minifalda.blogspot.com/2005/04/spring-fling-yo.html' title='Spring Fling, yo!'/><author><name>Meche</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04731004334808891046</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10040913.post-111377853601918068</id><published>2005-04-18T00:55:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-04-17T17:55:36.023-05:00</updated><title type='text'>ICE CREAM!!!!</title><content type='html'>Whew! Well kids, after all of that, formal is over. Oh man, that was &lt;em&gt;such&lt;/em&gt; a &lt;strong&gt;crazy&lt;/strong&gt; day! It started on Friday night when Shannon, Katie, &amp; I went to Katie's house. We saw her sisters in their high school play of Bye, Bye, Birdie. Talk about hilarious. Oh man, the entire cast/crew did an AWESOME job! The next day we took the metro in to D.C. for Shield of Roses. We got there late (4th Sorrowful Mystery) but got some praying in. Then we got back on the metro to go back to Katie's house to help with the car wash (fund raiser for our trip to the Holy Land.) Unfortunately we got on the blue line instead of the orange, so we ended up at Ronald Reagan National Airport instead. We got it figured out, but we were definitely late!&lt;br /&gt;The car wash was a success. I got to meet the pilgrims I didn't know &amp;amp; catch up with the ones I haven't seen since Fall Break. Apparently there were no water fights until I got there. I wonder what that was about...&lt;br /&gt;We got back to campus at about 4:30, which was bad, because I was supposed to be cutting Mikie's hair at 4. I called him a million times, but he never picked up. (Later I found out I had the wrong number.) So I ran all about campus looking for him. At 4:50 I gave up &amp; walked back to my dorm to start getting myself ready for formal. I wasn't sure when we were leaving, but I figured about 6 or 7. But then I saw Mikie come running up. We got things straightened up, namely that I wouldn't have time to cut his hair. At. 4:55 Meredith called to tell me that we were leaving at 5. &lt;strong&gt;As in 5 mins from the present time.&lt;/strong&gt; I really think I almost had a coronary. To give a little background on why I was suddenly so stressed, I was wearing very wet jeans &amp;amp; tee-shirt. My skin was crusted in soap suds, my hair was a mess, &amp; my feet were gross. I told Meredith my state &amp;amp; proceeded to get ready&lt;em&gt; in 15 mins&lt;/em&gt;. Ren curled my hair while Laura did my makeup while Sarah &amp; Mary Beth ran around getting my stuff together. That is an experience I'll &lt;em&gt;never&lt;/em&gt; forget! But I was ready &amp;amp; we were off. Sean &amp; I went with Matt &amp;amp; Sydney (our beloved driver.) We went to an awesomely uber fancy restaurant that Sean got for us. (He had &lt;em&gt;so&lt;/em&gt; much fun saying "Vieira, party of four.") It was &lt;em&gt;wonderful&lt;/em&gt;. Sean &amp; Matt were perfect gentlemen &amp;amp; Sydney &amp; I did our best to act like ladies. (Ask me about the chunks of raw meat!)&lt;br /&gt;The dance was amazing. It was at the Fauquier Country Club (not a name you want to mess up!) The music was great, the people were great (&amp;amp; gorgeous!), &amp; the place was awesome. I think it was worth all the fuss.&lt;br /&gt;But now that it's over. I'm enjoying sweat pants &amp;amp; ice cream! Oh yea!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10040913-111377853601918068?l=minifalda.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://minifalda.blogspot.com/feeds/111377853601918068/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10040913&amp;postID=111377853601918068&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10040913/posts/default/111377853601918068'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10040913/posts/default/111377853601918068'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://minifalda.blogspot.com/2005/04/ice-cream.html' title='ICE CREAM!!!!'/><author><name>Judit</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06191875087426057383</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='22' src='http://www.geocities.com/farminghobbit/Penguinedit.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10040913.post-111349372990306858</id><published>2005-04-14T10:46:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-04-14T10:56:09.996-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Taige?</title><content type='html'>Poll topic: My little sister wants to join the blog... should we let her? Comment please!&lt;br /&gt;Oh, word of the day: shrimptastic because Magdalena used it and it was killerly awesome!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10040913-111349372990306858?l=minifalda.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://minifalda.blogspot.com/feeds/111349372990306858/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10040913&amp;postID=111349372990306858&amp;isPopup=true' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10040913/posts/default/111349372990306858'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10040913/posts/default/111349372990306858'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://minifalda.blogspot.com/2005/04/taige.html' title='Taige?'/><author><name>Meche</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04731004334808891046</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10040913.post-111332936584888004</id><published>2005-04-12T21:10:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-04-12T13:09:25.850-05:00</updated><title type='text'>No one expects the Spanish Inquisition!</title><content type='html'>Wow! The other members of this blog really are alive! J/K I know everyone's uber busy. I am, too. I just like to procrastinate. One of my favorite forms of procrastination is this blog, hence me typing right now instead of doing my history paper. Grrr on me. Well, I think I'll kill to stones with one bird. My paper is about the &lt;em&gt;Song of Roland&lt;/em&gt;. Brief plot synopsis: Christian French king Charlemagne fights the Muslims with the help of an extremely skilled and bold warrior named Roland. Unfortunately for Roland, his stepdad, Ganelon, has it out for him. So he (Ganelon) makes a deal with the Muslims and Roland &amp; all his companions end up dead. But Charlemagne avenges him &amp;amp; Ganelon &amp; 30 of his relatives end up dead as a result.&lt;br /&gt;So I have to write about how the &lt;em&gt;Song of Roland&lt;/em&gt; isn't just Christian in it's content, but "to its very bones" or something like that. So I'm going to write about how the Muslim army &amp;amp; the Christian army are so very similar, but so very different at the same time. It mirrors good &amp; evil. For evil takes what is good &amp;amp; twists it in such a way that it still appears to be good, but is most definitely &lt;em&gt;not&lt;/em&gt;. This is how heresy works. Someone takes a doctrine of the Church, say the Incarnation, gets it messed up &amp; boom, you've got Nestorianism. (Christotokos my elbow!)&lt;br /&gt;In other news, the CC's Mystery Dinner Theatre was &lt;em&gt;awesome!&lt;/em&gt; Sean was the Evil Genius, Peachy was the Inquisitor (hence the title of the blog), Dominick was his side kick the Iron Monk, Katie was Ivy, &amp;amp; Ambrose was Agent Intellect. There were others, but you probably don't know them. They were all superheros or supervillans.  It was great. &lt;br /&gt;Oh!  And yesterday was the feast of St. Stanislaus!  Wahoo!  Go Polish saints!  St. Stanislaus, pray for us!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10040913-111332936584888004?l=minifalda.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://minifalda.blogspot.com/feeds/111332936584888004/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10040913&amp;postID=111332936584888004&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10040913/posts/default/111332936584888004'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10040913/posts/default/111332936584888004'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://minifalda.blogspot.com/2005/04/no-one-expects-spanish-inquisition.html' title='No one expects the Spanish Inquisition!'/><author><name>Judit</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06191875087426057383</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='22' src='http://www.geocities.com/farminghobbit/Penguinedit.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10040913.post-111326164542045569</id><published>2005-04-12T00:22:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-04-11T18:21:17.333-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Whatever!</title><content type='html'>So here its been two months (at least) since I had posted something... not to mention, I had to post two times, in order for the stupid thing to show up. I mean that is commitment, I could have totally just said "screw it" and not posted a second time, so that you all knew I was alive, but I did. So ya, know I was feeling pretty excited (well not really, more just curious) about the comments I would get on my "I'm alive!!!" posting, but...&lt;br /&gt;I clicked on the address of the blog today, and when it came up I noticed that there were some new posts and even some comments on one of them, so I was like "YAY! Someone has probablly written some form of comment on my last blog, I mean really, its been like 2 months since my last post, someone must have written some form of comment on it!"&lt;br /&gt;And then, I looked, not a one, not a comment in site, just a big fat old zero staring at me&lt;br /&gt;*Tears, Angry Face, GRRRR, Sad Face*&lt;br /&gt;Maybe, I thought Meche and Magdalena posted but just didn't have time to put comments, but then I noticed Judit had posted on Meche's&lt;br /&gt;*Sad Face*.&lt;br /&gt;I don't know, maybe I just won't post if no one likes to leave me comments, its sad when no one does, *Very Sad Face*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But for real, I am just joking, I will still post, and I am not really angry...&lt;br /&gt;but I better find some comments after this post... J/K&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Any ways, hope everyone is having a great day, and that it is sunny where you are, because it isnt' here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~Quote of the day:&lt;br /&gt;"Those who stand for nothing fall for anything,"&lt;br /&gt;~Alexander Hamilton&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10040913-111326164542045569?l=minifalda.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://minifalda.blogspot.com/feeds/111326164542045569/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10040913&amp;postID=111326164542045569&amp;isPopup=true' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10040913/posts/default/111326164542045569'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10040913/posts/default/111326164542045569'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://minifalda.blogspot.com/2005/04/whatever.html' title='Whatever!'/><author><name>Constancia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03412489978113799949</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10040913.post-111323528604126290</id><published>2005-04-11T10:42:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-04-11T11:01:26.043-05:00</updated><title type='text'>So, there was this track meet. . .</title><content type='html'>So, Meche, Maurice, Jim Bob, Shrimp Lofter, and I were gonna go bowling the Friday before last, but Maurice had a track meet.  We decided we would go to his track meet, ooo fun, and then go bowling.  His track meet started at four and we showed up at about 6:30ish.  We then find out we had to pay $2 to go a track  meet that I,at least, did NOT want to go to.  You see, I used to be in track and remember the many horrors that I encountered therein, so I am never overly psyched about going to a track meet for free, let alone when I have to pay $2!!!  Anyways, Meche and I paid and then waited for Jim Bob to show up.  She showed up and we went in and tried to find Maurice. &lt;br /&gt;After a half hour of searching, we finally found him.  We went over and said hi and he snapped hi back at us.  After a couple minutes of very snappy and cut off talking, we realized that we were not welcome, and therefore left.  We went over to a place pretty close by and started to play Mad Gab until the track meet was done.  We then went bowling and met Shrimp Lofter who proceeded to tell us that she had just worked out but hadn't showered.  Needless to say, none of us got too close to her that night.&lt;br /&gt;Once we started bowling and had a blast from then on.  We also went to Perkins at about midnight and were rushed into ordering some muffins.  After that, we parted ways with the intentions of bowling again the next night, but that is for another blog.&lt;br /&gt;Also, I still have to hit Maurice for being so rude to us, so if anyone knows him, feel free!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10040913-111323528604126290?l=minifalda.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://minifalda.blogspot.com/feeds/111323528604126290/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10040913&amp;postID=111323528604126290&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10040913/posts/default/111323528604126290'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10040913/posts/default/111323528604126290'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://minifalda.blogspot.com/2005/04/so-there-was-this-track-meet.html' title='So, there was this track meet. . .'/><author><name>Magdalena</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03936305710029605848</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10040913.post-111322835979843731</id><published>2005-04-11T08:47:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-04-11T09:05:59.800-05:00</updated><title type='text'>You're friendly neighborhood pothead!</title><content type='html'>Who's a pothead?  Apparently I am!  That's right, I have a cannibis leaf in my locker.  I'm sure it's completely safe there, too.  There's no way anyone could find it... but even if they did, I wouldn't get in trouble.  You see, it's a magnet.  I got it with my suntan lotion when I decided to go tanning to get some color for Dinner Dance.  (I know, Lorena, it's bad for me, but I don't intend on making it a habit.)&lt;br /&gt;So, on to Dinner Dance!  It's next Friday... coming right up!  I'm kinda excited.  My dress is lavender with some gold beading and a Christmas tree like cut to the skirt.  It has spaghetti straps and a corset-like top.  It's fun!  But, why call it Dinner Dance?  Why not Prom?  I'll tell you why... because Catholics are cool like that!  See, we don't have a Grand March (which I'm okay with because I would probably find some way to trip and fall flat on my face in the middle of the aisle) and we can't invite anyone from other schools.  Which could kinda suck if you had a boyfriend from another school, but since I don't have a boyfriend at all, it's no problem for me.  It's just a time to bond between the Junior and Senior classes... which I probably won't be doing a lot of because I don't enjoy the company of too many of the Juniors.  (I'm sure even Lorena can relate!)  Anyway, I'm sure the dance will be fun, but it's really the after-party I'm looking forward to!  We're going bowling... yet again!  It'll be a good time!  I *heart* bowling!  I also *heart* winning TVs and DVD players and minifrigdes and money and all that junk, but we'll see if that happens!&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, word of the day: stoopid!  Because the school computers are totally that!!!  We're getting a new server and it's taking FOREVER!!!  It was supposed to be done in a weekend, and it's turned into three weeks.  Yeah, it's dumb.  We can't log on and we have a huge religion assignment to do, and we can't get into our H drives!  It really sucks. Anyway, that's my rant... so I'm done now... and I could stop typing but I have nothing else to do, so I'm gonna keep doing it... plus it's fun to see how many people read this to the very end... Maybe I could take a poll... If you read this blog to the very end, leave a comment and tell me about it... could be fun... but seriously, I'm done now.  You can stop reading... really,  I mean itl... stop reading... you're done... I'm done... we're both done... stop it!!!  You fool... stop reading now!  I hate you... okay, so I really don't... I just like to say it!  But really, I'm telling the truth... I'm gonna stop now.  Leave a comment!  It'll be fun.  Bye!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10040913-111322835979843731?l=minifalda.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://minifalda.blogspot.com/feeds/111322835979843731/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10040913&amp;postID=111322835979843731&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10040913/posts/default/111322835979843731'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10040913/posts/default/111322835979843731'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://minifalda.blogspot.com/2005/04/youre-friendly-neighborhood-pothead.html' title='You&apos;re friendly neighborhood pothead!'/><author><name>Meche</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04731004334808891046</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10040913.post-111306927649147219</id><published>2005-04-09T18:56:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-04-09T12:55:18.333-05:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm alive!!</title><content type='html'>Well that was the title of a totally awesome blog I wrote the other night... but when I hit the button to publish it, that little "this page cannot be displayed" thing came up! *Grumble cakes*&lt;br /&gt;So ya... I had a real cool entry, it was about what I have been doing, my feelings about the recent world events and other random junk.&lt;br /&gt;So here is a recreation of that blog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well everyone, contrary to what Judit believes I am still alive and for the most part well. I have been doing lots of junk lately, thats why I haven't had time to blog. There has been school and work and parties and trying to sleep. Thats mostly it, more recently we (all the students on campus) have been trying to avoid the horrible smell of the lagoon on the south end of campus. Since school is out of town we have our own lagoon on campus and since the ground is thawing and the wind is blowing (which by the way it is totally windy and it seems like there is never a day when it isn't blowing) in the right direction, we get the crap smell blown twoards us. It's so disgusting, most of the time it just makes you want to gag. But I am gonna stop writing about this, since it is gross. Um... what else, there was one of my friend's birthdays, we went out and had a good time, there was a karoke dance last night, which Meche came to... because she is a smart kid and is coming to my school next year!!! She is here for early registration, so that is all kinds of fun! Another of our good friends was supposed to be here, but she couldn't come becuase of work (guess you will just have to find out Judit)!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I then wrote about some of the recent world events like the Terri Shiavo case and the Pope's death, but right now I am in a good mood, and don't really feel like writing about them, because it will make me sad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Um... then I think that was about it, I don't really remeber, it was late at night and I was tired, so I wasn't thinking real clearly. Any ways, I hope all is well with the people who read this blog, and I will say that things are good here.&lt;br /&gt;O ya, then I decided to say good bye, in case I don't blog again for 2 months, so here it is again:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GOOD BYE!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quote of the day:&lt;br /&gt;~"I am the resurrection and the life. He who believes in Me, though he may die, he shall live." ~ John 11:25&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10040913-111306927649147219?l=minifalda.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://minifalda.blogspot.com/feeds/111306927649147219/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10040913&amp;postID=111306927649147219&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10040913/posts/default/111306927649147219'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10040913/posts/default/111306927649147219'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://minifalda.blogspot.com/2005/04/im-alive.html' title='I&apos;m alive!!'/><author><name>Constancia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03412489978113799949</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10040913.post-111301081234543819</id><published>2005-04-08T20:30:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-04-08T20:40:12.346-05:00</updated><title type='text'>What Up?!!</title><content type='html'>Since it sounds as though everyone is just dying to hear from me, here it goes.  Umm. . .not real sure what to write about.  I guess I'll talk about the killerly awesome career day, with a hint of sarcasm, we had at school on Wednesday.   It was sooooo boring, the only half way interesting part was the Pharmacy talk when we got all this free stuff from the drug companies, like a mug that stirs itself!!! &lt;br /&gt;My friend, shrimp lofter is also about to have her birthday party.  We will go bowling, yet again.  Should be a blast since I'm totally gonna beat Maurice!!!  I have also been banned from getting Shrimp Lofter any Hello Kitty stuff.&lt;br /&gt;Well, that's about all I can think of, my life's pretty boring which is why I never blog about it because I don't want to bore anyone to death.  And if you're still reading this, I congratulate you!!  You're really shrimptastic!&lt;br /&gt;Adios!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10040913-111301081234543819?l=minifalda.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://minifalda.blogspot.com/feeds/111301081234543819/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10040913&amp;postID=111301081234543819&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10040913/posts/default/111301081234543819'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10040913/posts/default/111301081234543819'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://minifalda.blogspot.com/2005/04/what-up.html' title='What Up?!!'/><author><name>Magdalena</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03936305710029605848</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10040913.post-111289949010905299</id><published>2005-04-07T09:44:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-04-18T20:24:17.790-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The Strife is O're, the Battle Done!</title><content type='html'>No, this post is not going to be a deep look into the resurrection. It's going to be about my severely busy day. It all started Tuesday night when I realized I had a 7-8 page research paper, 5 days worth of physics homework, the Song of Roland (about 4,000 lines), logic homework (that everyone was saying was hard, confusing, and&lt;em&gt; very&lt;/em&gt; time consuming), plus a theology test that requires 5-7 days (if not a couple weeks) of studying. When was all this due? You may be thinking next week some time, or even Friday. No, this was all due &lt;strong&gt;the very next day&lt;/strong&gt;, starting at 8:30 with physics and ending at 7pm with the theology test. They way it all went down, was I stayed up all Tuesday night writing my research paper. I made much use of chocolate covered coffee beans, Coke, and drinking cold Spaghetti O's from a mug. Now, I didn't do this for lack of microwave or eating utensils, I did it, because at 3am, Spaghetti O's taste pretty good cold. And drinking them makes it all the more fun. (That's not God's way.) I finished my paper at 7:45 am, just in time to find out Ren's printer wasn't workin. (Oh joy.) So I ate some more coffee beans, grabbed the blown up picture of Fr. Mastreoni's face &amp; headed over to the Commons with CARDUCCI &amp;amp; Kateri where we proceed to play a little joke on Fr. I then ate sugar cereal &amp; went to physics. (Who didn't have her homework done?) In the middle of physics, I crashed. So between that class &amp;amp; Lit, I went to Coeli &amp; slept on the couch. Luckily friend CARDUCCI had printed out my paper &amp;amp; brought it to me. I *heart* CARDUCCI. Then went to Lit where I struggled to take notes. (That class isn't the most entertaining anyway!) I then went back to my room &amp; crashed. I woke up in time to do what truely was very confusing &amp;amp; had &amp;amp; time consuming Logic homework. Then went to Logic and got even more confused. After that I began studying for my theology test. Then supper/meeting with Fr. about the nun run. Coke with supper. Then more studying. Then more coffee beans. Then the test. Phew. It actually wasn't that bad. Then I went back to my room and SLEPT! (After calling my mother, of course.) The question is, how much is physically possible to fit in 24 hours?&lt;br /&gt;Oh, and John wrote piece about me on the fiddleback page. Ya'll should read it. &lt;a href="http://www.fiddleback.blogspot.com"&gt;www.fiddleback.blogspot.com&lt;/a&gt; (It's also linked on the side bar.)&lt;br /&gt;Christos anesti!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10040913-111289949010905299?l=minifalda.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://minifalda.blogspot.com/feeds/111289949010905299/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10040913&amp;postID=111289949010905299&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10040913/posts/default/111289949010905299'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10040913/posts/default/111289949010905299'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://minifalda.blogspot.com/2005/04/strife-is-ore-battle-done.html' title='The Strife is O&apos;re, the Battle Done!'/><author><name>Judit</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06191875087426057383</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='22' src='http://www.geocities.com/farminghobbit/Penguinedit.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10040913.post-111264894111855192</id><published>2005-04-04T15:40:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-04-04T16:09:01.120-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Christos anesti!</title><content type='html'>That's Greek for Christ is risen!  The proper response is "Alethos anesti!"  Meaning "Truly He has risen!"  Or "He has risen indeed!"  Anyways, Happy Easter to ya'll.  I have to say, this was the best Easter I've ever had, bar non.  For the Easter Triduum I was at a cloistered Carmelite convent in Morristown, NJ.  Talk about &lt;em&gt;hard core&lt;/em&gt;!  Tenebrae (morning prayer) started at 5am each morning and went until about 7am.  Plus it was chanted in Latin.  Yea, stay awake for that if you don't know what's going on!  But we managed.  We ended up visiting 8 convents in 5 days.  Wow!  If you ever do a nun run, that's too many!  Don't do it!  It was super crazy, but even more fun.  I wasn't sure I was going to like it, but I am &lt;em&gt;so&lt;/em&gt; glad I went!  My favorite was the Dominican Sisters of Hawthorne.  They were &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;awesome&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;!  They take care of dying cancer patients.  I know that's crazy, you think of Dominicans, you think of teaching.  But these sisters are a bit of odd ducks.  I really, really liked them.  I encourage all young women to check them out.  I have put their web site on the side bar.  Another addition to the side bar is a blog called Country Girl.  It belongs to my proctor &amp; fellow nun runner Kateri.  If you want to see so wicked awesome pictures of my spring break, go there. &lt;br /&gt;This post is getting long, but I feel it wouldn't be complete without a word about Terri Schivo &amp; Pope John Paul II.  First of all, I'd like to say that it's an outrage that Micheal Schivo was legally allowed to starve his wife to death.  Terri was not a vegetable, she was a person.  A person with an immortal soul.  But it's important to note that Terri was not the first person to be killed legally in this country.  There have been other cases of legalized euthinasia in the US.  I find it terribly hypocrytical that some killers are put behind bars, some killed themselves (which is also wrong), but others are allowed to go free.  The judicial system has indeed failed us.  It's time for the youth to say enough is enough!  People like Judge Greere and Micheal Schivo have had their chance.  Some day they may be on the other side.  That's when we say "NO!  We will &lt;em&gt;not&lt;/em&gt;  kill you as you killed others!"  We will stand up for life as Pope John Paul II did in his living, and in his dying.  I have known no other pope and I have loved him dearly.  I truly do feel like an orphan right now, as I, &amp; the rest of the world, have no Holy Father to lead right now.  He will be missed.  Pray for him &amp; pray through him!  Now I realize this is getting really long, but I feel this must be written.  This was spoken by our beloved Pope in 2002 at World Youth Day.&lt;br /&gt;“Dear young people, do not be content with anything less than the highest ideals! Do not let yourselves be dispirited by those who are disillusioned with life and have grown deaf to the deepest and most authentic desires of the heart. The time has come to re-propose wholeheartedly to everyone this high standard of ordinary Christian living. Refuse to sell your dreams cheaply. Watch out for the dangerous ways that lead to passing joys and satisfaction. Deepen your relationship with God through prayer. Prayer spreads Divine energy. It makes us live in a new way and gives rise to a revolutionary evangelical style.” &lt;br /&gt;JP II, we love you!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10040913-111264894111855192?l=minifalda.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://minifalda.blogspot.com/feeds/111264894111855192/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10040913&amp;postID=111264894111855192&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10040913/posts/default/111264894111855192'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10040913/posts/default/111264894111855192'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://minifalda.blogspot.com/2005/04/christos-anesti.html' title='Christos anesti!'/><author><name>Judit</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06191875087426057383</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='22' src='http://www.geocities.com/farminghobbit/Penguinedit.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10040913.post-111258126226657592</id><published>2005-04-03T20:46:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-04-04T20:52:49.280-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Foosball, Pool and Bowling!</title><content type='html'>So, praying in Taco Bell is really cool!!! Yesterday was the last day of the Chaplet of Divine Mercy Novina and my youth-group friends (we'll call them Maurice, Jim Bob, Shrimp Lofter, Magdalena, The Annoying One, and The Youth Minister) were bowling... again. We do that a lot! Anyway, we were going to pray at the bowling alley, but we wanted to sing it and there were a lot of people there that we didn't want to disturb. So we decided to go somewhere a little less busy: Taco Bell! (It was almost midnight by that time.)&lt;br /&gt;So we caravaned across town to get some food and to get our prayer on (tee hee) but when we got there, there were tons of people! So we just said it instead of singing :(.&lt;br /&gt;Oh, and my church's bells don't work, so when Pope John Paul II died, we didn't have anything to ring! But, the other Catholic parish rang their bells for 27 minutes. I really wish I could have met him. He was just such an amazing man, so faithful and so good with the youth! I really admired him and I know I'm not the only one!!! But, I'm sure he went straight to heaven. If anyone deserves to pass by purgatory, JPII does!&lt;br /&gt;So, instead of a word of the day, I'm just going to say: "Be not afraid." We love you and will miss you, JPII!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10040913-111258126226657592?l=minifalda.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://minifalda.blogspot.com/feeds/111258126226657592/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10040913&amp;postID=111258126226657592&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10040913/posts/default/111258126226657592'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10040913/posts/default/111258126226657592'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://minifalda.blogspot.com/2005/04/foosball-pool-and-bowling.html' title='Foosball, Pool and Bowling!'/><author><name>Meche</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04731004334808891046</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10040913.post-111168082283429025</id><published>2005-03-24T15:13:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-03-24T10:15:13.840-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Obviously, every Catholic should know that Jesus died in Canada!</title><content type='html'>Yes, it's true... Jesus died in Canada, not Israel! Or at least that's what the newspaper said! So, here's the story: I sang at my church's Youth Group performances of the Living Stations. On Tuesday, we went to a local nursing home and performed for them. The newspaper was there to do an article on us with a camera and a reporter (yeah, we felt kinda special!) Anyway, afterward, they interviewed a bunch of us. Then, yesterday morning, I found the article and started reading it... and I noticed that the writer had absolutely terrible spelling... not that I'm the perfect speller, but keep in mind that I don't work for a newspaper! Not only did he spell "Avera" wrong (I think it was Avrea), but he spelled Calvary wrong! Yeah, he substituted a "G" for the "V" so it said "Calgary!" Therefore, Jesus died in Canada.&lt;br /&gt;What's really ironic is that the writer of the article is a Roncalli alum!!! When I found that out, I just had to laugh. A good ol' Catholic guy who graduated from a Catholic school doesn't even know where Jesus died! I tell ya, what is this world coming to?!&lt;br /&gt;Word of the day: Lunchbox, because that's my sister's nickname at school. The guy she likes came up with it, so now she really likes it!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10040913-111168082283429025?l=minifalda.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://minifalda.blogspot.com/feeds/111168082283429025/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10040913&amp;postID=111168082283429025&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10040913/posts/default/111168082283429025'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10040913/posts/default/111168082283429025'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://minifalda.blogspot.com/2005/03/obviously-every-catholic-should-know.html' title='Obviously, every Catholic should know that Jesus died in Canada!'/><author><name>Meche</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04731004334808891046</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10040913.post-111162208476079266</id><published>2005-03-23T23:41:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-03-23T17:54:44.760-06:00</updated><title type='text'>My window</title><content type='html'>Yea, that's a pretty happenin' place.  Because I've been sick, I haven't been able to get out &amp; visit my guy friends, so they come to my window &amp;amp; talk to me.  Technically that's not allowed, but I was sick &amp; no one said anything.  Well, untill last night, but that was because it was after curfew.  Silly Dominick can't tell time.  The one exception to this rule is birthday singing, which also happened by my window the other night. the 31st is my Laura's 19th birthday (HAPPY BIRTHDAY, LAURA!!!!)  &amp; that's over break, so the birthday singers came on the 21st.  So it was kind of like, "happy birthday in-ten-days to yooouuu."  Which takes me to my next topic of interest:  break.  Technically, spring/Easter break starts today.  But I leave tomorrow.  CARDUCCI, Kateri (my proctor), Shannon, Emily G., Krystle, and I are going on the "nun run."  Basically Fr. Mastreoni has put together a trip for any young woman thinking about becoming a nun (or who was homeless for break as in my case!) to visit 5 convents &amp; some school.  It should be interesting.  I'll be spending Holy week with Carmelites.  &lt;strong&gt;That's Good Friday with cloistered Carmelites, talk about hard core!!!&lt;/strong&gt;  This will be an Easter to remember.  Then we're off to Little Sisters of the Poor, 2 other convents I've never heard of &amp; then to some Dominicans (Yea!  That's what I'm talking about!)  All of this will be taking place in the "News"  (Jersey &amp; York, that is.)  I probably won't be able to post for a couple of weeks.  I'm really not sure.  Who knows, I might stay at one of the convents! :o&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10040913-111162208476079266?l=minifalda.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://minifalda.blogspot.com/feeds/111162208476079266/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10040913&amp;postID=111162208476079266&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10040913/posts/default/111162208476079266'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10040913/posts/default/111162208476079266'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://minifalda.blogspot.com/2005/03/my-window.html' title='My window'/><author><name>Judit</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06191875087426057383</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='22' src='http://www.geocities.com/farminghobbit/Penguinedit.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10040913.post-111150410790359753</id><published>2005-03-22T14:10:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-03-22T09:08:27.906-06:00</updated><title type='text'>My busy weekend!</title><content type='html'>Sooooo, it's almost Easter!  That's fun stuff.  I'm kind of excited because I get a 5 day weekend!  Usually it's only 4 days, but we lucked out and had a scheduled snow day this Thursday.  Any-who, it's not as though I won't be doing anythign this long-weekend.  On the contrary, I'll be pretty busy.  On Wednesday, I have Living Stations after school, (actually I have them during school, too... but I'm not as involved in that one, so yeah...). Then, on Thursday afternoon, I'm going to decorate luminaries with the Youth Group and then I have to work that evening.  Then on Friday, I have dance (yeah, on GOOD FRIDAY!), then Good Friday service, then I work again (fun stuff).  On Saturday... I work yet again.  Wow, this is making me sound a bit like a work-aholic!  Oh well... if I didn't need moneys, I wouldn't even have a job, but that's just how life is.  Anyway, after work, I have Easter Vigil mass.  Then it's Easter Sunday, and that's the day I get to hang out at home and be lazy!!!  Yay for laziness!!!  Then on Monday, I have dance again, but I think that's it... although I might try to get some people together for bowling, if the bowling alley's open!  That's a good time! (see previous entries!)&lt;br /&gt;So, yeah, that's my busy weekend, into which I'm supposed to fit filling out scholarship applications and making chiropractic appointments and whatnot.  Yeah, pretty sure a lot of that's not gonna happen!  Unless of course my internal clock stays as cooky as it has been!  (Again, see previous entries)&lt;br /&gt;So, word of the day: pain... because I'm experiencing a fair amount of it right now... you know, the chiropractor thing.  Oh well... I've always known my back was out of wack!!! (no, I did not intentionally make that rhyme, it just worked out that way)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10040913-111150410790359753?l=minifalda.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://minifalda.blogspot.com/feeds/111150410790359753/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10040913&amp;postID=111150410790359753&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10040913/posts/default/111150410790359753'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10040913/posts/default/111150410790359753'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://minifalda.blogspot.com/2005/03/my-busy-weekend.html' title='My busy weekend!'/><author><name>Meche</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04731004334808891046</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10040913.post-111145619694437637</id><published>2005-03-22T01:51:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-03-21T19:49:56.946-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Plain old fever</title><content type='html'>Well kids, the flu bug has hit me and it's hit me but good!  I've been in bed since St. Paddy's day night.  This is the first time I've left my dorm, save Sunday Mass.  My main goal is to be better for spirng break.  Being sick over Easter at a Camalite convent is not my idea of a good time!  Uff. &lt;br /&gt;But anyway, a little update on the goings on of St. Paddy's day.  So the festivities went off quite well.  I have come to the conclusion that everyone here is, indeed, nuts.  But that's a good thing.  I've also decided that Guiness is very gross.  (Yucky, yucky Irish beer.)  But there was a lot of dancing and singing, it was a grand time.  I actually wasn't enjoying myself very much, for awhile, because right after I'd written the post about formal not being a problem for me, it suddenly became one, a very big one.  But i'm ok with that now.  But I've decided if I'm ever down, all I need to do is sing some Irish songs.  When ye're singin about people dyin and starvin and whatnot, life doesn't seem so bad.  After this was all over, a bunch of us went to Dr. O'Donnell's house and sang and ate and drank some more!  (Well, the over 21 poeple did that last...)  It was great. &lt;br /&gt;But I don't much have anything else to say other than cookies are good and I'm sick of my room!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10040913-111145619694437637?l=minifalda.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://minifalda.blogspot.com/feeds/111145619694437637/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10040913&amp;postID=111145619694437637&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10040913/posts/default/111145619694437637'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10040913/posts/default/111145619694437637'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://minifalda.blogspot.com/2005/03/plain-old-fever.html' title='Plain old fever'/><author><name>Judit</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06191875087426057383</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='22' src='http://www.geocities.com/farminghobbit/Penguinedit.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10040913.post-111111896032386684</id><published>2005-03-18T03:09:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-03-18T11:27:38.846-06:00</updated><title type='text'>I *heart* Irish-ness!</title><content type='html'>So, it's St. Patrick's Day, possibly one of my favorite holidays. I like the color green and I like potatoes, so, you know, it's a good time! Anyway, I'm a semi-Irish lass and I'm always interested in a nice Irish lad. Here are some good qualities to find in them:&lt;br /&gt;Catholic&lt;br /&gt;red hair (this may be a quality that only I see the good in!)&lt;br /&gt;a sense of humor&lt;br /&gt;belief in leprachauns&lt;br /&gt;knowing how to use their gold&lt;br /&gt;ability to hold liquor (well, that's not ALWAYS a good thing!)&lt;br /&gt;enjoyment in telling stories (and fibs)&lt;br /&gt;love of potatoes&lt;br /&gt;the ability to enjoy a rainbow (even though it's not necessarily for it's beauty!)&lt;br /&gt;pride in their heritage&lt;br /&gt;enjoy green&lt;br /&gt;fun last names!&lt;br /&gt;By the way, the word of the day is Erin. It's a name, but it's also a nickname for Ireland! How cool is that?!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10040913-111111896032386684?l=minifalda.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://minifalda.blogspot.com/feeds/111111896032386684/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10040913&amp;postID=111111896032386684&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10040913/posts/default/111111896032386684'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10040913/posts/default/111111896032386684'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://minifalda.blogspot.com/2005/03/i-heart-irish-ness.html' title='I *heart* Irish-ness!'/><author><name>Meche</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04731004334808891046</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10040913.post-111108415785832338</id><published>2005-03-17T18:27:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-03-17T12:29:17.860-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Formal Fever</title><content type='html'>The one thing that's on everyone's mind at Christendom.  It's not midterms, it's not senior thesises, it's not what's for lunch, it's not the new student center, it's not spring break (although that's a contender), it's not even St. Patrick's Day, well that's going a bit too far.  But right up there with good ol' St. Paddy is dum dum dum daaaaa Spring Formal and who's taking who.  It's interesting to see how everyone's been dealing with the pressure.  Some guys are going nuts trying to figure out who they should take, while some wonder if they finally do get up the courage to ask, will she say yes?  Some girls are "fingering their beads"  hoping that certian guy will ask them, while other girls (like me) have been avoiding them.  And now that the asking has actually begun, there are some very happy couples and some very sad guys and girls.  Someone has even made a website dedicated to formal and who's going with who!   It's:  &lt;a href="http://medwin.dnsalias.com/"&gt;http://medwin.dnsalias.com/&lt;/a&gt;  in case you're interested in witnessing the madness.  He even put the Pax Christi Sisters on the available list!  (I don't understand that.)  Anway, my formal woes have been taken care of, so I'm just going to sit back and watch everyone else squirm.  And when the dance actually comes, I'll be able to dance with all the guys.  Well maybe not &lt;em&gt;all&lt;/em&gt; of them, I have a feeling that some of the girls are going to be keeping their dates on a pretty tight leash!&lt;br /&gt;In other news, Happy St. Patrick's Day to ye!  CC is completely freaking out about this.  It's hilarious.  We're even having a Gaelic Mass.  Now &lt;em&gt;that's&lt;/em&gt; hard core.  There will be beer.  Lots and lots of beer.  And singing and dancing and a whole lotta green!  St. Patrick, pray for us!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10040913-111108415785832338?l=minifalda.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://minifalda.blogspot.com/feeds/111108415785832338/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10040913&amp;postID=111108415785832338&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10040913/posts/default/111108415785832338'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10040913/posts/default/111108415785832338'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://minifalda.blogspot.com/2005/03/formal-fever.html' title='Formal Fever'/><author><name>Judit</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06191875087426057383</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='22' src='http://www.geocities.com/farminghobbit/Penguinedit.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10040913.post-111048376588049218</id><published>2005-03-13T23:41:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-03-13T17:39:25.216-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Ode to College Life</title><content type='html'>Don't you hate it when you've got your grove on, studying is going so well (finally!) and then you suddenly get an undeniable craving for tacos? I know I do. This happened to me a couple nights as I was doing research for my Dante paper. So Megan, CARDDUCI, &amp; I went to town &amp;amp; got 30 cent frozen burritos from the grocery store. I would like to suggest that this is what college is all about.  College is also about not getting sleep.  I agree w/ Meche, my internal clock is screwed up.  I went to bed last night at 10:30, guess what time I woke up?  2:30 am!  That's not right.  I finally got to bed &amp; then woke up at 7.  I'm like "No dang it!  Body, go to sleep!"  I finally gave in at 8:30.  College is also about foot injures.  Yes, we have a new Crutchie on campus &amp; her name is Judit.  Mind you, I'm not broken, like Claire, just a sprained ankle, but she hasn't been using her crutches, so I hijacked them.  You know, I really like being mobile.  Tonight is swing &amp; contra &amp;amp; all I'll be doing is the crutch dance, but that's probably good.  I need to write up my physics notes.  Like all of them.  From the beginning of the semester.  That's 3 months of notes!  College is also about not being able to see the board &amp; having a teacher w/ a heavy New Zeland accent.  Uff.  But I'd have to say, the top thing college is about is your bed breaking when your roommate jumps on you.  I think that sums it all up!  I think I may write a poem about this some day.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10040913-111048376588049218?l=minifalda.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://minifalda.blogspot.com/feeds/111048376588049218/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10040913&amp;postID=111048376588049218&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10040913/posts/default/111048376588049218'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10040913/posts/default/111048376588049218'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://minifalda.blogspot.com/2005/03/ode-to-college-life.html' title='Ode to College Life'/><author><name>Judit</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06191875087426057383</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='22' src='http://www.geocities.com/farminghobbit/Penguinedit.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10040913.post-111072020592338071</id><published>2005-03-13T12:25:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-03-13T07:26:25.520-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Just call me Frankie</title><content type='html'>So, bowling is really fun!!! Even if I can't do it very well... okay, so I downright suck at it, but whatever. So does Judit, so the world is right!&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, a bunch of people I know, along with some people I don't really know (well, now I know them because I spent 3 1/2 hrs with them last night) all went out to eat after Mass and then went bowling. It was a good time!!! Except that this morning, my wrist hurts something fierce. Oh well.&lt;br /&gt;Speaking of morining... Why, you would ask if you were here right now, am I awake and blogging at 7:15 in the morning on a Sunday that I don't have Mass?  The answer... I don't know. I would say the sun woke me up because I have an East facing window, but it's really cloudy today. And I set my alarm clock for 9:00, so it didn't wake me up either! Maybe it's just that my internal clock isn't used to getting more than 7 hours of sleep, and if it did get say, 8 or 9, it wouldn't know what to do with the extra hours; therefore it woke me up rather abruptly this morning at about 7! But whatever... I'm up now and I'm probably not going back to bed until tonight!&lt;br /&gt;But, I will leave you with a word of the day: stupendous, because... well, just because it was the first word that popped into my head! Have fun with that, say it 10 times a day for 2 weeks and call me in the morning!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10040913-111072020592338071?l=minifalda.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://minifalda.blogspot.com/feeds/111072020592338071/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10040913&amp;postID=111072020592338071&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10040913/posts/default/111072020592338071'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10040913/posts/default/111072020592338071'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://minifalda.blogspot.com/2005/03/just-call-me-frankie.html' title='Just call me Frankie'/><author><name>Meche</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04731004334808891046</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10040913.post-111057513808138983</id><published>2005-03-11T14:57:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-03-11T15:05:38.083-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Hm... I wish I could say it was a sacrifice!</title><content type='html'>Well... another blog.  I see that no one has posted for a while and decided that it wasn't cool, so I'm posting.  Unfortunately, I don't have much to say today: except that bread is &lt;strong&gt;WAY &lt;/strong&gt;better than the school's fish sticks!!!&lt;br /&gt;Today was our day of fasting in school when students who so choose can abstain from school lunch for today and have bread and water for lunch.  Unfortunately the school doesn't realize that it would be so much more of a sacrifice if they served pizza or something equally delicious instead of *shudder* fish sticks.  Yeah, the school's fish sticks are really gross.  I think it's because of the batter... it's like they're not cooked properly or something and the batter is all... mushy and... gross.  There's really no other way to put it!  So, although I sign up for it every year, and although I see it as a sacrifice, it would be much more effective if the alternative were better!  But, I am proud to say that I did not take one sip of Mountain Dew, did not chew any gum or endulge myself in food or drink of any kind or flavor except for bread and water all school day!  Hey, maybe I should do stuff like this more often... hm, maybe I'll be a little more prayerful?  We'll see!&lt;br /&gt;So, I suppose you want a word of the day.  Well, let's see... how about antidisestablishmentarrianism?  Sounds good to me.  I frequently use the longest word in the English language... don't you?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10040913-111057513808138983?l=minifalda.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://minifalda.blogspot.com/feeds/111057513808138983/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10040913&amp;postID=111057513808138983&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10040913/posts/default/111057513808138983'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10040913/posts/default/111057513808138983'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://minifalda.blogspot.com/2005/03/hm-i-wish-i-could-say-it-was-sacrifice.html' title='Hm... I wish I could say it was a sacrifice!'/><author><name>Meche</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04731004334808891046</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10040913.post-111023945416348174</id><published>2005-03-07T23:50:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-03-07T17:50:54.166-06:00</updated><title type='text'>The NFL comes to CC</title><content type='html'>No, CC has &lt;em&gt;not&lt;/em&gt; joined the ranks of normal colleges &amp; gotten a football team. (The day that happens, we'll have more than one teacher in the math/science dept!) What I speak of is the National Forensics League. Dominick has started a forensics club &amp;amp; has asked Ben &amp; I to help him coach. We technically won't be under the NFL, because we're in cowllege, but that's pretty much what we're basing it on, at least for now. It starts this Friday &amp;amp; we are in desperate need of a coaches meeting. Somehow I don't think that'll happen. All I have to say is, this is going to be interesting, very interesting...&lt;br /&gt;In other news, Kali, Peter, &amp; Jan finally came to CC over the weekend! :) It was great. They came on Saturday &amp;amp; helped with/came to Katie's surprise birthday party. (People are having birthdays around here like nobody's bushiness!) It was grand. Sean taught Kali how to swing dance &amp; she can also now do the ever present Virginia Reel. They stayed until Sunday night.&lt;br /&gt;Unfortunately I had to leave them for awhile to go to Women's Oratory. Yes, Fr. Mastreoni has decided I need to be a nun. So the next 3 years should be interesting. Apparently he's relentless about this sort of thing, &amp;amp; I'd believe it! He's now tracking me down at meals and even random times during the day. He's even started calling me Lasagna! Will it never end?!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10040913-111023945416348174?l=minifalda.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://minifalda.blogspot.com/feeds/111023945416348174/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10040913&amp;postID=111023945416348174&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10040913/posts/default/111023945416348174'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10040913/posts/default/111023945416348174'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://minifalda.blogspot.com/2005/03/nfl-comes-to-cc.html' title='The NFL comes to CC'/><author><name>Judit</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06191875087426057383</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='22' src='http://www.geocities.com/farminghobbit/Penguinedit.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10040913.post-111016281681878183</id><published>2005-03-07T01:33:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-03-06T20:33:36.820-06:00</updated><title type='text'>That was truly an amazing weekend!</title><content type='html'>Search is awesome!!!  I had a really great weekend, but now I'm really tired.  April, Darby and I were all sleeping in the library and we stayed up until at least 1:30 talking last night.  But it was all good.  I think a lot of those newby's really got a lot out of the weekend. &lt;br /&gt;I'm so glad that Eric's back.  For those of you who don't know, Eric used to be our Youth Minister... but then his unit got sent to Iraq and he was gone for over a year.  Anyway, he came back not too long ago and he was doing music at Search.  It's funny because I missed him, but I didn't realize just how much I missed him until he came back!  He told us a story about how he almost died.  He was in a humvee at the front of a convoy that was escourting the Brittish to Fallujah.  The humvee's job was to defend the other vehicles in the convoy.  Anyway, they missed a turn and all of the vehicles had to turn around.  (Which I can imagine is quite hard to do!)  So the humvee had to book it so they could get to the front of the convoy but just as they got going, they heard an explosion behind them.  Turns out a bomb went off right where they would have been!  It's a blessing that we still have him around.  Thank you Lord, for bringing Eric back to us safely. &lt;br /&gt;Word of the day: coincidence because I am a firm believer that there is no such thing as one!  Everything happens for a reason, even though we don't always know what that reason is.  Sometimes we never find out, either!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10040913-111016281681878183?l=minifalda.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://minifalda.blogspot.com/feeds/111016281681878183/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10040913&amp;postID=111016281681878183&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10040913/posts/default/111016281681878183'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10040913/posts/default/111016281681878183'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://minifalda.blogspot.com/2005/03/that-was-truly-amazing-weekend.html' title='That was truly an amazing weekend!'/><author><name>Meche</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04731004334808891046</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10040913.post-110986930630196240</id><published>2005-03-03T15:50:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-03-11T14:57:19.293-06:00</updated><title type='text'>w00t!  A concert!!!</title><content type='html'>Guess who's playing in Winnepeg on May 17th? Green Day! Guess who's going? Not Magdalena and Meche! *grumble-grumble* That's right, Magdalena and I had a chance to see Greed Day LIVE... but we can't because of a little thing called Commissioning Mass! That's the senior's last school mass when the pass the torch (or a candle) onto the underclassmen. It's a really big thing around here. Anyway... it's preventing me from seeing one of my favorite bands ever! It's cramping my style!&lt;br /&gt;Don't get me wrong, I'm kind of excited about Commissioning Mass, but I really wanted to go to that concert! It coulda been amazing. Oh well, life goes on. I'm sure there will be other Green Day concerts *sigh*.&lt;br /&gt;Word of the day: blatant... I'm not sure that I spelled it right, but I do enjoy being blatant!  Like blatantly ignoring comments made about me and... er... someone else... *trails off into oblivion*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10040913-110986930630196240?l=minifalda.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://minifalda.blogspot.com/feeds/110986930630196240/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10040913&amp;postID=110986930630196240&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10040913/posts/default/110986930630196240'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10040913/posts/default/110986930630196240'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://minifalda.blogspot.com/2005/03/w00t-concert.html' title='w00t!  A concert!!!'/><author><name>Meche</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04731004334808891046</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10040913.post-110953115752177661</id><published>2005-02-27T19:03:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-02-27T13:08:25.396-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Midterms!  Run away from that!</title><content type='html'>Well kids, it's that time again. It's time to buckle down and go crazy. It's time for the professors to start throwing homework assignments and papers at you right and left. It's time for those dreaded tests to come falling down on your head when you least expect it. Yes, it is midterms week. It's almost over for me. I only have one more test left. I should actually be studying for it, but I'm talking to you instead. It's so interesting around here when people get stressed. Actually, it hasn't been interesting at al this semester, people are mostly studying by themselves instead of in large rambunctious groups. Well, save the astronomy group. hehehe I must back up a bit.&lt;br /&gt;The day is Thursday and I wake up to whiteness. Whiteness everywhere. Yes, it does snow here and it was snowing with a vengeance. Okay, maybe not. But it was the most snow I've seen since I've been here. For once, everything was completely white. So I decided to be red. I put on a bright red skirt and t-shirt, with a red sweater over it (must be dress code!) Then I borrowed Jen's red cape, muff, and shoes. The cape had a hood, so I was completely red from the tip of my head to the bottom of my feet. I enjoyed myself greatly walking around in the snow just being red. People told me I looked like Little Red Riding Hood, but I was actually going for the "Those which we do not speak of" look. That night (it was still snowing) the astronomy kids decided to study in the basement of the Commons. Now I being in physics &amp; most of my friends being in astronomy, I thought I'd have a little fun. The basement is actually ground level in the back (it's built into a hill, like all the other buildings on this campus!) and has huge windows that we can &amp;amp; often do, climb through. So I waited until everyone was engrossed in the phases of the moon. I then put my hood up, so it covered my eyes. Then I stood as creapily as I could in front of one of those windows and stared at them. Sean looked up at me &amp; then back at his books. I thought all was lost, when Claire looked up at me, screamed bloody murder &amp;amp; almost tipped over in her chair. Mission accomplished. I love midterms.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10040913-110953115752177661?l=minifalda.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://minifalda.blogspot.com/feeds/110953115752177661/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10040913&amp;postID=110953115752177661&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10040913/posts/default/110953115752177661'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10040913/posts/default/110953115752177661'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://minifalda.blogspot.com/2005/02/midterms-run-away-from-that.html' title='Midterms!  Run away from that!'/><author><name>Judit</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06191875087426057383</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='22' src='http://www.geocities.com/farminghobbit/Penguinedit.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10040913.post-110896157218456010</id><published>2005-02-21T04:54:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-02-20T22:52:52.186-06:00</updated><title type='text'>SEAN! SEAN! I LEFT MY PURSE AT RIVENDELL!</title><content type='html'>No friends, I have not been losing important items. But I have been in cahoots with Claire, CARDUCCI, and Sydney to plan a surprise birthday part for Sean. His birthday is actually on Tuesday, but Sunday is more conducive to parties. So at five minutes to 1, I came flying in to play practice hysterical because I'd left my purse at Rivendell the day before when Sean and I worked. I babbled on about driver's licensees and bank account numbers and he said he'd come with me to find it. So we got to Rivendell about 5 after 1. He found my purse and I suggested we got upstairs to see if there was a lost and found there, just for future reference. For some reason we agreed. Boy was he surprised when he opened up a door and 20 of his family and friends jumped out and yelled "SURPRISE!" Oh that was glorious. Claire and I'd been planning the party for about 3 weeks. CARDUCCI and Sydney have been helping us for the past 2. There was food, there was dancing, there was singing (some good, some not so good!), and there was cake. Oh was there cake! There was cake on the table, cake in our stomachs, cake on the floor, cake on Sean's face and clothes... Yes, inertia and Judit meet again! I picked up one of the cakes to give to Sean. I didn't realize that there was cardboard between the plastic I was holding and the cake. So when I turned to give the cake to Sean and then stopped, the cake kept going...right onto the floor....frosting down...on the CORK dance floor... Yup. Sean and I had dived for it, to no avail.  So I did the only logical thing to do at that point.  I grabbed a chunk of frosting and shoved it in Sean's face.  Then spent the next 15 minutes cleaning up the frosting with the help of the other party goers.  Fun, fun, fun.  So, Happy Birthday, Sean!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10040913-110896157218456010?l=minifalda.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://minifalda.blogspot.com/feeds/110896157218456010/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10040913&amp;postID=110896157218456010&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10040913/posts/default/110896157218456010'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10040913/posts/default/110896157218456010'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://minifalda.blogspot.com/2005/02/sean-sean-i-left-my-purse-at-rivendell.html' title='SEAN! SEAN! I LEFT MY PURSE AT RIVENDELL!'/><author><name>Judit</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06191875087426057383</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='22' src='http://www.geocities.com/farminghobbit/Penguinedit.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10040913.post-110857316260064352</id><published>2005-02-17T19:48:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-02-17T14:49:34.816-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Ballet has never been more fun now that I'm done with it!</title><content type='html'>So, for the past few years (yes, YEARS) I've been stressing out about passing my grade IV Checcetti Exam before graduation.  See for dance, we need to pass this grade of Checcetti in order to graduate and get a senior solo in the recital, and I had cut out of dance for two years in junior high, putting me at a grade I level when everyone else was at a grade III.  So anyway, This year I've been getting ready really hard for the exam and I've been even more stressed out than I normally am and believe me, that's saying something!  Anyway, I took the exam last Friday and I passed!  Not only did I pass, I got an honor point, which I totally didn't expect because I've only been studying grade IV for a year and my instructor doesn't put anyone up for grade IV without at least two years.  But, since I'm a senior and don't have another year to study, I took my exam this year.  Yeah, I think that's exciting!  I'm going to perform my solo to an instrumental Evenessence song... It'll be great!  Everyone should come see it!&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, word of the day: quidditch because I'm listening to Harry Potter and the Order of the Phoenix on tape right now... yeah, I know.  I'm a dork!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10040913-110857316260064352?l=minifalda.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://minifalda.blogspot.com/feeds/110857316260064352/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10040913&amp;postID=110857316260064352&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10040913/posts/default/110857316260064352'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10040913/posts/default/110857316260064352'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://minifalda.blogspot.com/2005/02/ballet-has-never-been-more-fun-now.html' title='Ballet has never been more fun now that I&apos;m done with it!'/><author><name>Meche</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04731004334808891046</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10040913.post-110832135553365565</id><published>2005-02-13T19:02:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-02-13T13:02:35.533-06:00</updated><title type='text'>K, M,  N, L, O..No, that's not right. M, N, L, K...Nope.  Uh, L, K, N...Whatever!</title><content type='html'>As you can see, Judit has been having some problems with her alphabet.  Yesterday Sean and I worked for his uncle again in the book warehouse.  There was less to do this time.  (Aka, we didn't have to put any more desks together.)  So we spent a good amount of time stocking/restocking books.  Unfortunatly, my brain had left me and the alphabet seemed beyond my capacity of comprehension.  Sad I know.  But for some reason, I could not get it in my head that M and N came after L!  'Cause I'm in college!  Wow.  After about 4 hours and 7 thousand screw ups, I got it right.  Oh well, it was entertaining for Sean.  *shrug* &lt;br /&gt;Softball is going better.  Try outs are this week.  Argh!!  I'm scared!  Oh well. &lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow is Valentine's Day.  Oh boy.  I've been thinking back to last year's V-day.  Can it be that it was only one year ago?  So much has happened!  We will now revisit some memories from last V-day.&lt;br /&gt;Driving in the SD in Feb at night.&lt;br /&gt;Missing the exit for Brookings.&lt;br /&gt;Staying with Sara.&lt;br /&gt;Watching "college" movies.  (aka, Animal House and Old School) *shudder*&lt;br /&gt;Lou Ann the tan minivan.&lt;br /&gt;Eating at Dan's house.&lt;br /&gt;Sleeping on the floor with a billion other people.  (or 5)&lt;br /&gt;Foot rubs.&lt;br /&gt;Silly string.&lt;br /&gt;Dot.&lt;br /&gt;Roses.&lt;br /&gt;The Newsboys playing on repeat for two whole days.&lt;br /&gt;FOOD.&lt;br /&gt;Learning crazy hand games at the breakfast table.&lt;br /&gt;Spoons.&lt;br /&gt;And last, but most certianly not least...&lt;br /&gt;APPLES TO APPLES!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10040913-110832135553365565?l=minifalda.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://minifalda.blogspot.com/feeds/110832135553365565/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10040913&amp;postID=110832135553365565&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10040913/posts/default/110832135553365565'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10040913/posts/default/110832135553365565'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://minifalda.blogspot.com/2005/02/k-m-n-l-ono-thats-not-right-m-n-l.html' title='K, M,  N, L, O..No, that&apos;s not right. M, N, L, K...Nope.  Uh, L, K, N...Whatever!'/><author><name>Judit</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06191875087426057383</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='22' src='http://www.geocities.com/farminghobbit/Penguinedit.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10040913.post-110823712164857908</id><published>2005-02-12T13:38:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-02-12T13:38:41.646-06:00</updated><title type='text'>stupid apocrypha!</title><content type='html'>So I was trying to do my Bible reflection for religion the other day, but I couldn't find my Bible! I went downstairs to look for it and found my dad's old one. I usually like to do a tidbit of somewhat from Sirach since it is quite easy to reflect on that book. But...THERE WAS NO SIRACH. I thought I was going crazy! Loco! I was freaking out at the kitchen table! But then I flipped to the front and found out it was my dad's Bible from the 60s, when he was still Lutheran...Stupid apocrypha making me think I'm crazy! Sheesh! &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10040913-110823712164857908?l=minifalda.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://minifalda.blogspot.com/feeds/110823712164857908/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10040913&amp;postID=110823712164857908&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10040913/posts/default/110823712164857908'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10040913/posts/default/110823712164857908'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://minifalda.blogspot.com/2005/02/stupid-apocrypha.html' title='stupid apocrypha!'/><author><name>Lorena</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02906983048624878605</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10040913.post-110808023164277044</id><published>2005-02-11T00:01:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-02-10T18:03:51.643-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Offer it up!</title><content type='html'>Oh man, I don't think I've ever been this sore in my entire life!  Now I realize why I didn't play sports in high school!!  (Well, that and the people...)  I kind of want to chop off my legs.  Although I think that would probably hurt worse.  Okay, I'm going to back up a bit and explain what the heck I'm talking about.  I, Judit, have joined the softball team at CC.  It's true.  We had practice last night and boy do I hurt now!  But it's a good hurt.  It's one of those wow-I-really-got-out-there-and-gave-it-my-all-and-actually-did-something-with-my-time kind of hurt.  So I'm pretty proud of myself.  And I'm trying to think of things to type, so I can keep sitting on this chair, instead of getting up.  Yes, I think I will keep sitting here.  It's a nice chair.  Very little effort is required for sitting on this quite cushy chair.  Okay, I'm going to have to get up at some point and I'm probably boring the begibers out of you right now, so "Uff!" I'm up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10040913-110808023164277044?l=minifalda.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://minifalda.blogspot.com/feeds/110808023164277044/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10040913&amp;postID=110808023164277044&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10040913/posts/default/110808023164277044'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10040913/posts/default/110808023164277044'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://minifalda.blogspot.com/2005/02/offer-it-up.html' title='Offer it up!'/><author><name>Judit</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06191875087426057383</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='22' src='http://www.geocities.com/farminghobbit/Penguinedit.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10040913.post-110798071000384954</id><published>2005-02-09T19:24:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-02-09T16:24:13.893-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Silent Constancia!</title><content type='html'>Well I have bronchitis, and it super-sucks!! I went home for the weekend and came back sick. I was getting ready to leave on sunday and my mom said that I should stay home, but I told her I couldn't becuase I had to go to classes. But its now wed. and I haven't been to classes since last thursday (I skipped my fri. classes so I could go home :S). So when I got back on sunday I have been sleeping for the most part. I went to the student clinic on monday, she said I have bronchitis, so I got some antibiotics and an inhaler thing so that I can breathe better. But mostly it sucks. I haven't left my dorm since about 12:00 p.m. on monday. Basically I am going crazy. But I think I am getting better, I feel better, but head hurts and I still can't talk really! Which is weird, because I am usually the loudest one in our room. The other bad thing, I can't laugh ~ it hurts way bad. But there again I am always the one laughing in our room, so its been pretty quiet around here. But I really haven't noticed because in the past three days I have probably been awake for about a total of 12 hours, most of which were today!! :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have to say THANK YOU to my suite mate Sarah, she is awesome!! She totally took care of me, and she is gonna make a great nurse!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quote of the day:&lt;br /&gt;~ The purpose of life is a life of purpose!&lt;br /&gt;~Robert Byrne&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10040913-110798071000384954?l=minifalda.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://minifalda.blogspot.com/feeds/110798071000384954/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10040913&amp;postID=110798071000384954&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10040913/posts/default/110798071000384954'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10040913/posts/default/110798071000384954'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://minifalda.blogspot.com/2005/02/silent-constancia.html' title='Silent Constancia!'/><author><name>Constancia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03412489978113799949</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10040913.post-110778927204448449</id><published>2005-02-08T01:41:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-02-07T19:39:18.556-06:00</updated><title type='text'>"I Don't Remember Killer Trees" or "Canada is for Lovers"</title><content type='html'>Yup, I have had an interesting weekend. It started out Friday night I agreed to help babysit some of Sean's cousins with Claire. They have 6 kids and Claire has a broken foot. So I ended up sitting for 6 kids, Claire, Sean, and Matt. Haha, long story. Then I got up at the crack of 9:30 on Saturday to go work for Sean's uncle with Sean and Matt. Wow, I have to say being in a warehouse with Sean and Matt for 5 hours is not something I'll forget anytime soon.   Saturday night was the Mardi Gras dance.  That was interesting.  All I have to say is, some of my fellow students are WEIRD.  But I did get to swing dance one handed.  That was new and interesting experience.  (Mike broke his collar bone, so he's got his arm in a sling.)  Then Sunday was the Superbowl and I watched it, for the third time in my life.  A bunch of us went over to Joe and Andrea's house.  That was lost of fun.  (And that was an intentional typo, we got lost three times.)  Yes, Joe does not know where he lives.  But we got there eventually and it was a good time.  I thought it was pretty funny, because CARDUCCI and I were trying to figure out who we should cheer for.  I picked the Patriots out of the clear blue sky and she agreed.  But once we got there, we found out that Joe, Andrea, their parents, their grandfather, their neighbor's boyfriend, and Ben were all going for the Eagles.  Their neighbor was going for the Patriots, but she was doing Algebra and not really paying attention.  Beth was cheering for the refs and Dominick was going for the Ravens.  (I think he was watching a different game...)  But before the first quarter was over, CARDUCCI had switched to the Eagles and then their neighbor left.  So I was the lone Patriots fan.  I rubbed it in but good when they WON!  Muhahahaha.  In other news, going to lunch today, we were mobbed by people trying to get us to sign up to donate blood.  Joe and I ran the other way while CARDUCCI actually inquired about it.  (Silly girl.)  Joe said that the last time he tried to give blood, it stopped flowing and couldn't give whatever the amount is that is needed.  I told him that someone should have jumped up and down on his chest yelling "Pull your own weight!"  (Meche should find that funny. :P)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10040913-110778927204448449?l=minifalda.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://minifalda.blogspot.com/feeds/110778927204448449/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10040913&amp;postID=110778927204448449&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10040913/posts/default/110778927204448449'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10040913/posts/default/110778927204448449'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://minifalda.blogspot.com/2005/02/i-dont-remember-killer-trees-or-canada.html' title='&quot;I Don&apos;t Remember Killer Trees&quot; or &quot;Canada is for Lovers&quot;'/><author><name>Judit</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06191875087426057383</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='22' src='http://www.geocities.com/farminghobbit/Penguinedit.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10040913.post-110779501399459083</id><published>2005-02-07T15:51:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-02-07T10:51:10.230-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Ugh... Idiot!</title><content type='html'>Okay, so I could have written this sometime this weekend, but I didn't feel like it so I'm doing it during Advanced Office class instead!&lt;br /&gt;On Friday, Magdalena, Guitar Guy, another guy we'll call Little Rico and another chick we'll call Dude Man and I all went to Pierre (capital of SD) for the first annual Lobby for Life day. Guitar Guy's mom drove us because our Teens for Life advisor was out of town. Yeah, it was pretty interesting. We got a chance to talk with five out of six legislators from our hometown and the surrounding area and we talked with another legislator as well. Three of the six were really nice and all for the bills we were lobbying for: they were about notifying parents about abortions, letting people with living wills remain on food and water tubes during hospitalization, and triggering our state to ban abortion (except in cases where it endangers the mother's life) as soon as Roe v. Wade and another pro-abortion legislation are overturned in the Supreme Court.&lt;br /&gt;We ended up having quite the conversation with a legilator from a nearby town. Jim Hunstad said that he was pro-life but that it was a different kind of pro-life than our idea. He told us a story (well, he told us a lot of stories, but we'll touch on those later) about a woman that came and had an in depth discussion with him about her son, who was also her brother. Yeah, that's right, her father raped her. Anyway, this son is now in the State Pen and Mr. Hunstad said (in a very political, round-about way) it was because she didn't love him like a mother should because of how he came about. Anyway, he told us that it would have been better for the son if the mother would have had an abortion (again, just as a politician would) because then he wouldn't be in the State Pen. We put up a pretty good fight, though. I asked him if adoption had ever been an option for her and he said that he didn't get that in depth with her and that it would have been a great question to ask. Translation: You stumped me but I don't want to admit it! Anyway, we also got another story from him about how babies are like terrorists! Apparently he was in war (don't ask me which one, maybe Vietnam?) and he had to do some killing (obviously). He basically said that it was no different than killing babies and that he hoped he would be forgiven for it. Oh man, watch out for those three-week-olds with grenade launchers! They're lethal!&lt;br /&gt;So for the most part, Hunstad tried to filibuster us into submission, but I'm pretty sure he was irked by that adoption thing. There's a novel idea, give the kid to someone who can care for him! Hm, why didn't I think of that? Oh wait, I did! I am a huge advocate for adoption.&lt;br /&gt;Now all we need to change is the rape/incest issue. One legislator had a good point that rapists can have visitaion rights with their children. I think we need to definately try harder to prevent rape and also get harsher punishments for pornography and rape! I know it will not completely wipe it out, but it will probably lower the numbers if we tell our young women about date rape drugs and get young people away from the porn. It can lead to desires that pictures alone can't quench!&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, word of the day: actually, I think I will give a phrase/ quote today! From the movie Napoleon Dynomite: "Tina you fat lard, come get some dinner!" Yeah, I finally saw it on Saturday night. Real funny! Great movie to quote!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10040913-110779501399459083?l=minifalda.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://minifalda.blogspot.com/feeds/110779501399459083/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10040913&amp;postID=110779501399459083&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10040913/posts/default/110779501399459083'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10040913/posts/default/110779501399459083'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://minifalda.blogspot.com/2005/02/ugh-idiot.html' title='Ugh... Idiot!'/><author><name>Meche</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04731004334808891046</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10040913.post-110740364818956522</id><published>2005-02-03T04:06:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-02-02T22:07:28.190-06:00</updated><title type='text'>This Ones's for the Girls</title><content type='html'>So I've been doing a lot of thinking lately.  I know, dangerous thing for me to do, but hey, what the hey!  Indulge me for a while.  This thinking has been caused by current events and Father Mastreoni's Theology 102 class.  Bad combination.  So we were talking about the PERPETUAL virginity of Mary on Tuesday.  Pretty cool.  We ended up on the topic of womenhood in general.  Father gave us the three things that a woman can be that a man cannot.  She can be a mother, a wife, and a virgin.  Now think about today's society.  Some of the biggest things our society frowns upon are motherhood, marriage, and virginity.  (And poverty, but that is another topic entirely!)  Basically, society hates the essence of women.  It tries to get rid of what makes women women!  How could this happen? You ask.  Why aren't the women standing up for themselves?  Here comes the sad part.  Some women have decided that they need to be like men in order to gain power and acceptence.  But think about that.  That's your basic junior higher's philosophy.  "I'm not cool right now, so I will be like the other people to be cool."  And then they end up on pot.  Hmmm, not the philosophy I want driving my country!  Now don't get me wrong, there's a big difference between being a woman and being girlie.  Knowing how to sew pretty things and arrange cut flowers is nice.  But that's just fluff.  (Fluff that I have yet to accomplish.  And actually don't plan on trying!)  Being a woman is tough.  It requires much strength and fortitude.  True women are not the sissies we often think them to be.  As Father Heisler so beautifully put it, the model for true womanhood is Mary.  And Mary's purpose was to bring love into the world.  So thus everything a woman does should somehow bring love into the world.  Now that's a pretty tall order.  I'd better stop laughing at people falling down hills!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10040913-110740364818956522?l=minifalda.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://minifalda.blogspot.com/feeds/110740364818956522/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10040913&amp;postID=110740364818956522&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10040913/posts/default/110740364818956522'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10040913/posts/default/110740364818956522'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://minifalda.blogspot.com/2005/02/this-oness-for-girls.html' title='This Ones&apos;s for the Girls'/><author><name>Judit</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06191875087426057383</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='22' src='http://www.geocities.com/farminghobbit/Penguinedit.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10040913.post-110720959462281719</id><published>2005-01-31T21:13:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-01-31T16:13:27.860-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Well Hello!</title><content type='html'>Well its been quite a while since you have seen a blog from me, but what can I say its been a while since I have had time! I mean really, I didn't think I was that busy, but considering its been about 2 weeks since I have posted I guess I was. Ya see the only thing is I don't know what I was busy doing. I guess just school and work and fun stuff with friends just took up my time. I have been to more hockey games (I think, I just really can't remeber what I have been doing), I went to some facial things and a Mary Kay party. I don't remeber last weekend, it is a total blur in my mind, and NO I WAS NOT DRINKING! I am only 19 and for others that might be the perfect reason to drink, but I for one don't believe in underage drinking, I have seen too many people hurt by it to do it myslef. Plus I hate babysitting my drunk room mates! Any ways, I have been doing a lot of bonding with most of my suite, at least with my suite-mates (who I will call J or S). My room mate is another story. Let's just say we (meaning the suite mates and I) had huge issues happening with her. Let's just say its appropriate that the song "When I think about cheatin'" is playing on the radio right now. ;) That same night, which happened to be Monday night/Tuesday morning, my suite mate S got a call that one of her really good family friends had died. She was really upset and I was the only one here, so I comforted her. She was crying and we just hugged each other, it really bought our bond closer. Later that night when we were having problems with my room mate, we started talking, she started thinking and started crying again. So J, S, and I were all sitting on the bathroom floor crying together (J and I happen to both be sympathetic criers). Any ways it was cool! So we now have a pretty good bond going on in our room. Other than that I guess its been just a blur of things that I can't remember. But I will try to be better about posting, but there are NO garuntees!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quote of the Day: (these two are actually for my friend Judit {I couldn't decide what one I like better}):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~"Love does not begin and end the way we seem to think it does. Love is a battle, love is a war; love is a growing up." ~ James Bladwin&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~"If you love somebody, let them go. If they return, they were always yours. If they don't, they never were." ~Anon&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10040913-110720959462281719?l=minifalda.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://minifalda.blogspot.com/feeds/110720959462281719/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10040913&amp;postID=110720959462281719&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10040913/posts/default/110720959462281719'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10040913/posts/default/110720959462281719'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://minifalda.blogspot.com/2005/01/well-hello.html' title='Well Hello!'/><author><name>Constancia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03412489978113799949</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry></feed>
