<?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-17710554</id><updated>2011-04-21T13:53:09.782-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Lindsay's Mad Adventure</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://guamtrojan.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17710554/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://guamtrojan.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Lindsay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07292054960706349566</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>49</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17710554.post-6450255014791252089</id><published>2007-03-07T15:39:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-03-07T14:09:24.448-05:00</updated><title type='text'>A Year.</title><content type='html'>It's been a year since I moved to PA, a year since I started working for Uncle Bill, a year since I entered the real world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And what a year it's been.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, I obviously have a problem with consistently updating anything (ie: this blog,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://blogs.msdn.com/lindsay" target="new"&gt;my work blog&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://www.myspace.com/guamtrojan" target="new"&gt;my myspace&lt;/a&gt;, etc.), but I'm not going to make any heartfelt pledges to change.  That being said, I was going to condense a year of my life into this post.  But what can I write about a year that has been slow and fast, hard and easy, horrible and wonderful?  I've felt the pain of loneliness, the joy of true friendships, the confusion and frustration of a crazy job, the satisfaction of a job well done, the cold of winter, guy drama, girl drama, the freedom of financial independence, the homesickness for Guam, and so much more, but most of all: the true grace and providence of God.  He's put me in this place, with these people, to have these experiences.  All of which have changed me, grown me, brought me closer to Him and increased my dependence on Christ, His word and His community.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm curious, excited, scared about what this next year will bring.  But at least I know who's bringing it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Side note: &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;28 days til Guam!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17710554-6450255014791252089?l=guamtrojan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://guamtrojan.blogspot.com/feeds/6450255014791252089/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17710554&amp;postID=6450255014791252089' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17710554/posts/default/6450255014791252089'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17710554/posts/default/6450255014791252089'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://guamtrojan.blogspot.com/2007/03/year.html' title='A Year.'/><author><name>Lindsay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07292054960706349566</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-17710554.post-115482876250905145</id><published>2006-08-05T20:37:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-08-05T20:46:02.526-05:00</updated><title type='text'>long time no post</title><content type='html'>Hey, yeah, so I haven't posted in a while.  Life got the best of me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lots has happened.  And by that, I mean nothing has.  I've gotten pretty settled in here, which is good.  I have friends - it's awesome.  And that's about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I'm getting better at my job, or at least understanding its scope and my responsibilities.  I'm still overwhelmed with all I *need* to do and the crazy amount of travel - but it'll improve with time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really really really need to clean my apartment.  Like, really.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17710554-115482876250905145?l=guamtrojan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://guamtrojan.blogspot.com/feeds/115482876250905145/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17710554&amp;postID=115482876250905145' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17710554/posts/default/115482876250905145'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17710554/posts/default/115482876250905145'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://guamtrojan.blogspot.com/2006/08/long-time-no-post.html' title='long time no post'/><author><name>Lindsay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07292054960706349566</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-17710554.post-114541896643531776</id><published>2006-04-17T22:55:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-04-18T22:56:06.436-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Another Year...</title><content type='html'>24. How the heck did I get to be 24? Where did the last 5 years go? Goodbye early 20s, hello mid-20s. MID-20s! Holy aging process, Batman!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, now that I've calmed down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I'm in Kentucky at the moment. Who knew it was right next to Cincinnati? I didn't. Yay. So, to celebrate, I'm going to White Castle for dinner. I've only ever had their frozen microwaveable burgers that they used to sell at Cost-U-Less (Guam's version of Costco).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy Birthday to me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17710554-114541896643531776?l=guamtrojan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://guamtrojan.blogspot.com/feeds/114541896643531776/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17710554&amp;postID=114541896643531776' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17710554/posts/default/114541896643531776'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17710554/posts/default/114541896643531776'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://guamtrojan.blogspot.com/2006/04/another-year_17.html' title='Another Year...'/><author><name>Lindsay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07292054960706349566</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-17710554.post-114503276491930790</id><published>2006-04-14T11:38:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-04-14T11:39:24.953-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The Big Time</title><content type='html'>I made it:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.msdnevents.com/Speakers/default.aspx?ID=39#s"&gt;http://www.msdnevents.com/Speakers/default.aspx?ID=39#s&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17710554-114503276491930790?l=guamtrojan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://guamtrojan.blogspot.com/feeds/114503276491930790/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17710554&amp;postID=114503276491930790' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17710554/posts/default/114503276491930790'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17710554/posts/default/114503276491930790'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://guamtrojan.blogspot.com/2006/04/big-time.html' title='The Big Time'/><author><name>Lindsay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07292054960706349566</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-17710554.post-114498139762652558</id><published>2006-04-13T21:22:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-04-13T21:23:17.636-05:00</updated><title type='text'>USC Football</title><content type='html'>I just saw Dr. Drew's erectile dysfunction commercial that was filmed at the LA Colliseum, man I'm gonna miss going to home games.  Stupid commercial.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17710554-114498139762652558?l=guamtrojan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://guamtrojan.blogspot.com/feeds/114498139762652558/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17710554&amp;postID=114498139762652558' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17710554/posts/default/114498139762652558'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17710554/posts/default/114498139762652558'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://guamtrojan.blogspot.com/2006/04/usc-football.html' title='USC Football'/><author><name>Lindsay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07292054960706349566</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-17710554.post-114493790114450545</id><published>2006-04-13T08:57:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-04-13T09:18:21.163-05:00</updated><title type='text'>At home...</title><content type='html'>A week at home, ah, feels good.  I get to sleep in my own bed, wander around my empty apartment.  Walk everywhere because I don't have a car (though I'm currently bidding on &lt;a href="http://cgi.ebay.com/ebaymotors/ws/eBayISAPI.dll?ViewItem&amp;rd=1,1&amp;amp;item=4629204068&amp;sspagename=STRK%3AMEBI%3AIT"&gt;this one&lt;/a&gt;).  Mostly, I've just been working on the content that we're presenting in a couple of weeks.  It's not easy stuff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had a weird experience last Saturday.  I was taking a private car home from the airport (because I got stuck in fricken Dallas for an extra night), and my driver asked me what I did for a living.  I told him that I was a Developer Evangelist for Microsoft and turns out he was an out-of-work developer.  He should have been an extra on the Sopranos: slicked back hair, a belly produced evidently by too many pizza pies, a thick New Yohk accent, gold chain, thick and heavily jeweled fingers.  And here he was talking about Visual Basic 6 - "They shoulda nevah switched to that .NET baloney, pissed me off, I tell ya."  And how he was so passionate about robotics - "If a robot works in a warehouse, he should look like he does.  Wear a flannel shirt, overalls, workboots - not like a f***en forklift."  All in all a nice guy.  So, I invited him to my Philly event in a couple of weeks.  I hope he shows up.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17710554-114493790114450545?l=guamtrojan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://guamtrojan.blogspot.com/feeds/114493790114450545/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17710554&amp;postID=114493790114450545' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17710554/posts/default/114493790114450545'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17710554/posts/default/114493790114450545'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://guamtrojan.blogspot.com/2006/04/at-home.html' title='At home...'/><author><name>Lindsay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07292054960706349566</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-17710554.post-114270198951305508</id><published>2006-03-18T11:12:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-03-19T00:05:51.736-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Crazy work.</title><content type='html'>I'm not going to apologize for the lack of posts. If I kept doing that, every post would begin with: "Sorry...blah blah blah...I promise...blah blah blah." But know that I'm thinking it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Work is great great great. Each day the feasibility that I will succeed in this job increases and I can feel my fear ebbing away. My coworkers, manager, even the people who attend the events, want to see me succeed. Which is awesome. I just passed my month anniversary. I celebrated by writing a limerick alone in my hotel room in Norfolk, Virginia:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;It's been a month since I started to work&lt;br /&gt;And nobody thinks I'm a jerk.&lt;br /&gt;I've stopped using Google**,&lt;br /&gt;I'm no longer as frugal,&lt;br /&gt;Too much travel may drive me berserk.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Happy St. Patrick's Day!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;**except that Google owns Blogspot.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also, I did my first webcast, which you can find &lt;a href="http://www.microsoft.com/events/EventDetails.aspx?CMTYSvcSource=MSCOMMedia&amp;amp;Params=%7eCMTYDataSvcParams%5e%7earg+Name%3d%22ID%22+Value%3d%221032290894%22%2f%5e%7earg+Name%3d%22ProviderID%22+Value%3d%22A6B43178-497C-4225-BA42-DF595171F04C%22%2f%5e%7earg+Name%3d%22lang%22+Value%3d%22en%22%2f%5e%7earg+Name%3d%22cr%22+Value%3d%22US%22%2f%5e%7esParams%5e%7e%2fsParams%5e%7e%2fCMTYDataSvcParams%5e"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;. Unfortunately, you need an MSN Passport to see it. Count the "ums," I dare you. I was a bumbling idiot, but I didn't expect not to be. I can only get better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;About that travel, since I started on February 15th, I've been to:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dallas, TX&lt;br /&gt;Charlottesville, VA&lt;br /&gt;Philadelphia, PA&lt;br /&gt;Pittsburgh, PA&lt;br /&gt;Allentown, PA&lt;br /&gt;Richmond, VA&lt;br /&gt;Norfolk, VA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I drove most of the time, so that doesn't include the places I drove through: Washington DC, Baltimore, MD, etc. Next week I'm going to Boston, the week after to New Jersey, the week after THAT back to Dallas. And Ohio right after that. Crazy. It's all good, though, I like it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, I started a work blog, though nothing's up there: &lt;a href="http://blogs.msdn.com/lindsay"&gt;http://blogs.msdn.com/lindsay&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Peace out, yo.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17710554-114270198951305508?l=guamtrojan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://guamtrojan.blogspot.com/feeds/114270198951305508/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17710554&amp;postID=114270198951305508' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17710554/posts/default/114270198951305508'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17710554/posts/default/114270198951305508'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://guamtrojan.blogspot.com/2006/03/crazy-work.html' title='Crazy work.'/><author><name>Lindsay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07292054960706349566</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-17710554.post-114038948280993133</id><published>2006-02-19T17:26:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-02-19T17:52:02.686-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Philadelphia it is.</title><content type='html'>That's my decision and I'm sticking to it.  I think.  I drove through Washington, DC and Baltimore...but they didn't strike me as that great.  The area where Shelly is from is really close to a Microsoft district office, and it's a beautiful area.  Lots of rivers, woods and nice people.  And it's not too expensive.  I'm thinking of living &lt;a href="http://www.regattaapartments.com"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;.  What do you think?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My first 3 days at work were great, everyone at the "home" office was wonderfully nice.  There's a lot of information to process, but I'll be ok, just gotta get cracking.  The frustrating part of starting a new job is all the paperwork and systems set up.  I can't access a lot of internal sites, yet, but at least my email is working.  Ooh, and I just bought a &lt;a href="http://onlinestorez.cingular.com/cell-phone-service/cell-phones/cell-phones.jsp?v=1&amp;q_categoryId=1717200027&amp;q_deviceId=cdsku9870100&amp;WT.svl=mod37"&gt;new smartphone&lt;/a&gt; for "work."  I thought I'd never be a fancy phone person, but I got it cheap, so I did.  Uh-oh, am I selling out?  I think that's the first sign.  Oh wait, I've already sold out, I work for Microsoft.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17710554-114038948280993133?l=guamtrojan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://guamtrojan.blogspot.com/feeds/114038948280993133/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17710554&amp;postID=114038948280993133' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17710554/posts/default/114038948280993133'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17710554/posts/default/114038948280993133'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://guamtrojan.blogspot.com/2006/02/philadelphia-it-is.html' title='Philadelphia it is.'/><author><name>Lindsay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07292054960706349566</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-17710554.post-113977067375621582</id><published>2006-02-12T13:30:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-02-12T13:57:53.830-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Snow!</title><content type='html'>Well, I am no longer a California resident.  I arrived in Charlottesville, Virginia on Thursday evening.  My plan was to rent a car and drive all around until I have to leave for Dallas, but that has been thwarted by SNOW.  So, I'm going to rent a car tomorrow and drive up to Philadelphia via Washington and Baltimore, to Shelly's place, and fly out of the Philadelphia airport.  That should be fun, and less scary than driving through snow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Having lived in southern California for half a decade, I'd forgotten that Los Angeles isn't a fair representation of the United States.  I didn't fully realize that by relocating I would have to adjust to another culture.  My flight stopped over in Cinncinnati and I stepped out into the magical land of Chik-Fil-A, Auntie Anne's Pretzels, bad winter sweaters and teased bangs.  On the next leg of my flight, I sat next to a Political Science professor from Nebraska who was adamantly opposed to leaving the United States for any reason, convinced that every other country hates us (probably true) and would shoot on sight.  This guy's a POLITICAL SCIENCE professor!  He confessed to me that he actually didn't know any "African Americans or people of color."  Wow.  Nice enough guy, though.  Also, walking through town yesterday, people said "Hi" and "Good Afternoon."  That's awesome!  And so begins the thawing of the ice-trapped chamber of my heart associated with "friendliness to strangers."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17710554-113977067375621582?l=guamtrojan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://guamtrojan.blogspot.com/feeds/113977067375621582/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17710554&amp;postID=113977067375621582' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17710554/posts/default/113977067375621582'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17710554/posts/default/113977067375621582'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://guamtrojan.blogspot.com/2006/02/snow.html' title='Snow!'/><author><name>Lindsay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07292054960706349566</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-17710554.post-113840039470622372</id><published>2006-01-27T16:25:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-01-27T17:19:55.580-05:00</updated><title type='text'>See ya, bye!</title><content type='html'>Well, I leave England this weekend. What a complete and utter bummer. Lachlan has really started to depend on me, and now I have to leave. Do you think customs officials would notice a blond-haired child in my luggage? With any luck, and some savings, I can come visit frequently. I've been prepping him for my departure, counting down the nights and he's determined to come visit, as long as he can watch "kids programs" at "Sister Lindsay's house." I'll get right on that, LB.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the other hand, I'm quite excited to start moving/working. I think I'll just crash at Allison &amp; Lilah's for a bit, rent a car or something and start driving around that part of the country until I find somewhere I really like...or I get tired of driving. I'll be in LA for a bit over a week, though. Anybody who cares, drop me an email. One good thing about going back so early is that I get to help out with abc.com for the Academy Award Nominations. Basically, the night before they announce the nominations (which are announced at 5:30 am on Tuesday the 31st) they lock us in the Academy of Motion Pictures Arts &amp;amp; Sciences building, take away our cell phones, provide us with food, we find out all the nominees before the public and create the info for oscar.com. I'll be jetlagged anyway, so I might as well be put to some use.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, and about the lack of blogs...sorry. I feel like there's too much to tell, that I can't cover it all or that there's not enough to tell. I'm not exactly sure. I'll be better once I get back, promise. Well, once I get my computer fixed. I'm pretty sure that the AC connector on the motherboard is loose. Basically, it doesn't recognize when it's plugged in...for a split second it does. If I hold the plug in place, push with all my might on the back of my computer, it works. Seth and google pretty much confirmed my opinion. Anyone have a soldering iron to stick it back on?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Holy cow, I'm addicted to myspace. It's ridiculous. Tracking down people I haven't seen for years or have lost contact with. Friends hailing from all parts of the vast spectrum...from pre-facebook college kids to best friends from 4th/5th grade. But, you know what I hate? People who get carried away with html. My page is bare bones, but man, what's with those leopard print backgrounds, scrolling images, videos, songs and cursive text? Dude. Ugh. All you myspacers know what I mean...when you open up someone's page and IE/Firefox freezes. I'm not talking about anybody specific. Someone asked my sister if I was on myspace (before I actually was), and she said no...and he said, "Yeah, she seems like more of a facebook person." I think he meant I'm too much of an L7 weenie (please, somebody get the reference), and he'd be right. Myspace may be too much of a good thing, it's one thing to give the user options, but quite another to let them run wild - with videos and dancing gifs and a Top 16!!!! Ahhh!!! What's this world coming to?!?!  Screw you, Thomas - creator of Myspace Editor V3.6!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Phew, sorry about that, went crazy for a moment there.  Goodnight!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17710554-113840039470622372?l=guamtrojan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://guamtrojan.blogspot.com/feeds/113840039470622372/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17710554&amp;postID=113840039470622372' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17710554/posts/default/113840039470622372'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17710554/posts/default/113840039470622372'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://guamtrojan.blogspot.com/2006/01/see-ya-bye.html' title='See ya, bye!'/><author><name>Lindsay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07292054960706349566</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-17710554.post-113718412616950228</id><published>2006-01-13T15:26:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-01-13T16:18:27.050-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Out of the mouth of babes...</title><content type='html'>Lachlan is a very vocal kid, and though he says "Scuze mes" at least 5 times in every sentence, he's come up with some whoppers. Enjoy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Directly after a kiss goodnight)&lt;br /&gt;Lachiebeag:  Why are your boobies so big?&lt;br /&gt;Lindsay:  I have no idea how to answer that question.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(to the waiter at the Indian restaurant on New Year's Eve)&lt;br /&gt;LB:  I'll have a lemonade with a piece of lemon and ice.  And I'm a policeman cowboy superhero.  (Waiter leaves)  That should keep him busy for a while.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(to guy outside under yellow streetlamp)&lt;br /&gt;LB:  Why are you grey?&lt;br /&gt;Guy:  Sorry?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(upon meeting Allison's girlfriend, Lilah)&lt;br /&gt;LB:  Why are you a liar?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll post more as they happen.  Seth and Amanda are safely back in LA, so the house is empty again.  As for my job update...I'll be starting on February 15th.  As soon as they send me my relocation funds, I'll be out of here...such a bummer.  I'll probably stay a week in LA, and then head to Virginia and stay with Allison/Lilah while I familiarize myself with the area and decide what state to live in.  I wish I could stay longer and travel around.  Oh well.  I'll do what I can from here in the short time I have left.  Luckily there are a lot of things within driving distance.  For instance, today I drove about 10 minutes to the Waverley Abbey ruins.  It was a monastery built in the 12th century by the Cistercine monks.  It's right between 2 arms of  a river, I was there ALL by myself for over an hour, just parked the car and walked a few hundred meters along the river, not a soul in sight.  And right across one of the rivers there is one of those huge English country manors.  It reminded me of one of those Victorian movies with those lawn parties with ladies and umbrellas.  I'll go back and take pictures.  My next day trip will be to Windsor castle and Eton.  Also, Camberley is about 2o minutes away, so maybe I'll scope that out since the 2 princes attend the Sandhurst military academy there.  Who knows, maybe I'll snag myself a royal.  One can only hope.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17710554-113718412616950228?l=guamtrojan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://guamtrojan.blogspot.com/feeds/113718412616950228/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17710554&amp;postID=113718412616950228' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17710554/posts/default/113718412616950228'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17710554/posts/default/113718412616950228'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://guamtrojan.blogspot.com/2006/01/out-of-mouth-of-babes.html' title='Out of the mouth of babes...'/><author><name>Lindsay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07292054960706349566</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-17710554.post-113675401689707753</id><published>2006-01-08T15:53:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-01-08T17:40:52.130-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Friends come and go...</title><content type='html'>So, Shelly leaves tomorrow.  Bummer.  We've had a good time, and Paris was fun.  We got there at about noon on Thursday and left at 8pm on Friday.  We packed a lot into that time, though.  We walked about 500 miles (and I would walk 500 more).  We took one of those red double decker bus tours 2 days in a row: in London, then in Paris.  If you've ever been on one, you know you HAVE to sit on the top deck, in the open air.  So we did.  And we were SO cold.  But through the teeth chattering and the Paris snow, we took some good pictures and learned a few things.  Pictures to follow later.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://symaxwell.blogspot.com"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seth and Amanda&lt;/a&gt; are going to come visit for a couple of days before they return to the states.  That'll be fun!  Too bad they're cutting their trip short, but they've seen and experienced SO much and they have enough to do once they get home (anyone hear church bells?).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lastly, I heard from my boss at Microsoft, and she wants me to start February 1st.  Holy cow!  That means that I'd have to leave here in a couple of days in order to get ready to move to....wherever, find an apartment AND report to Dallas on Feb. 1.  Not going to happen!  I'm trying to get an extension, but I haven't heard back.  Cross your fingers!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17710554-113675401689707753?l=guamtrojan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://guamtrojan.blogspot.com/feeds/113675401689707753/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17710554&amp;postID=113675401689707753' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17710554/posts/default/113675401689707753'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17710554/posts/default/113675401689707753'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://guamtrojan.blogspot.com/2006/01/friends-come-and-go.html' title='Friends come and go...'/><author><name>Lindsay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07292054960706349566</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-17710554.post-113632747659356727</id><published>2006-01-03T16:20:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-01-04T16:34:53.586-05:00</updated><title type='text'>London is expensive.</title><content type='html'>So, though I'm having a great time, money is disappearing quickly. Even without the horrible conversion rate (it's about 2 US dollars to a pound), things are just way more expensive here. I don't understand it...salaries here are pretty bad, so how do people survive? I'll let you know when I figure out the mystery. I bring all this up because while Shelly's here, we've been spending our time doing "touristy" stuff, and paying to do it. On Thursday we're going to Paris for a couple of days...and it's costing us each about $150 USD (80 pounds) to take a train there and back. It's a 2 1/2 hour ride. And that's the cheap student rate at the cheapest time. Vultures.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, on to better topics...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shelly, Anne and I went to Stonehenge the other day, it was very cold. It was really cool, though! Those rocks have been there for 5000 years. And they were rolled there from a couple hundred miles away. And nobody knows why. Crazy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/88/1571/400/Stonehenge%20Lind%27s%20%26%20Shelly%20003.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We've also been going into the city to visit, and see the various tourist sites. Tomorrow we're going to take one of those double deck tour buses and sit on the the top. Yay. The weather hasn't been that great (it was raining last time we went, as you can see below), so we've been hanging out around locally. Hopefully it doesn't rain tomorrow. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/88/1571/400/DSC01969.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sally went to Scotland for the new year, she's with Jessie, Robert and Lynsey in Tiree. If I haven't told you about Tiree, it's the little island that my dad grew up on off the west coast. It has about 700 residents, very flat, really quaint. I went there a couple of years ago, and all the old people knew who I was. Tripped me out. Well, Sally's there right now and enjoying herself. They had a big dance, or ceilidhs (pronounced "kayli"), on New Year's Eve for Hogmanay. Hogmanay is the Scottish tradition...well, you can read about it &lt;a href="http://www.hogmanay.net/history/faq" target="new"&gt;here.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lastly, I won't be able to watch the Trojans beat the Longhorns in the Rose Bowl. We don't have the channel it's on...and I can't go anywhere to watch it because it's at midnight. I am very bummed. If any of you want to record it for me, it'd be much appreciated.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope you all had a great New Years!!! Some images for your enjoyment and scrutiny: &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;With a Royal Guard and his horse at the Royal Guard Parade.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/88/1571/400/DSC02087.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;How English can you get? Phone booth, post box, lamp post, quaint street in Farnham...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/88/1571/400/DSC01993.jpg" border="0" /&gt; In the park of Farnham castle, walking the path which goes from behind our house to town, about a 20 min. walk...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/88/1571/320/DSC01987.1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/88/1571/320/DSC01960.2.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Lastly...Shelly in a phone booth with a real thatched roof cottage. (Or, as the Trogdor song goes...THATCHED ROOF COTTAGEEEESSSS...THATCHED ROOF COTTAGEEEESSSS.)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17710554-113632747659356727?l=guamtrojan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://guamtrojan.blogspot.com/feeds/113632747659356727/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17710554&amp;postID=113632747659356727' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17710554/posts/default/113632747659356727'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17710554/posts/default/113632747659356727'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://guamtrojan.blogspot.com/2006/01/london-is-expensive.html' title='London is expensive.'/><author><name>Lindsay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07292054960706349566</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-17710554.post-113593467355199139</id><published>2005-12-30T03:50:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-12-30T04:24:34.143-05:00</updated><title type='text'>I am a horrible blogger</title><content type='html'>Thanks, Aunt Susan, for the reminder! Here's a real one for you, complete with pictures!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Rutters had a whirlwind Christmas. We picked Robert, Lynsey, Jessie and Isobel (ibby) up early evening on the 24th, had Christmas, dropped Ibby off on the 26th, picked Shelly up early morning on the 27th, and as she walked in the door, Allison and Lilah walked out - back to the States. Lastly, Robert, Lynsey and Jessie left in the afternoon. Phew! And with all that running to and from various airports, it was a great couple of days. The Rutter side has never been under the same roof like that since us triplets were 6. I'd seen Isobel &amp; Jessie when I went to Scotland in 2002, but Sally and Allison last saw Isobel in 1988, and last saw Jessie when she came to Australia when we were 13.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We laughed, we cried, we reminisced. On Christmas Eve, Robert got pissed drunk and talked my ear off til 4:30am, which I didn't mind at all, but a certain little boy was up soon after to open Christmas presents.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/88/1571/320/Christmas%202005%20084.jpg" border="0" /&gt; (L-R: Anne, Robert, Jessie, Dad w/ LB, Lynsey, Isobel, Allison, and kneeling Sally) &lt;p&gt;Also, a certain little boy got a present from the after-Christmas sales...Go, go Power Rangers!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/88/1571/320/Christmas%2005%20015_edited.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;And tell me this isn't the cutest villager you ever did see, complete with tea towel on head...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/88/1571/320/Edited%20LB.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Ok, that's all for now.  Shelly and I are about to go into London.  We're going on the London Eye...and even if it's a dreary day, hopefully we'll see Buckingham Palace.  I'll post about today's trip and yesterday's trip to Stonehenge later.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17710554-113593467355199139?l=guamtrojan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://guamtrojan.blogspot.com/feeds/113593467355199139/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17710554&amp;postID=113593467355199139' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17710554/posts/default/113593467355199139'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17710554/posts/default/113593467355199139'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://guamtrojan.blogspot.com/2005/12/i-am-horrible-blogger.html' title='I am a horrible blogger'/><author><name>Lindsay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07292054960706349566</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-17710554.post-113560143674767198</id><published>2005-12-26T07:38:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-12-26T07:52:16.550-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Lachie's Words of Wisdom</title><content type='html'>So I think that I'll start posting the cute, funny and profound statements that come out of my 4 year old brother's mouth. This morning we were drawing and this conversation followed:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Sister Lindsay:&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Do you write with your left hand or right hand?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Lachlan:&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Sometimes this one, and then this one.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Sister Lindsay:&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Oh, so you're ambidextrous?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Lachlan:&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;No, I'm kind of a hero. An ambidextrous hero.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/blockquote&gt;How cute is that?&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17710554-113560143674767198?l=guamtrojan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://guamtrojan.blogspot.com/feeds/113560143674767198/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17710554&amp;postID=113560143674767198' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17710554/posts/default/113560143674767198'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17710554/posts/default/113560143674767198'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://guamtrojan.blogspot.com/2005/12/lachies-words-of-wisdom.html' title='Lachie&apos;s Words of Wisdom'/><author><name>Lindsay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07292054960706349566</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-17710554.post-113545406911918066</id><published>2005-12-24T14:50:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-12-26T07:54:59.436-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Merry Christmas!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/88/1571/1600/merryxmas.1.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/88/1571/320/merryxmas.1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Get it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Explanation:&lt;/strong&gt;  2.71828 is the symbol&lt;em&gt; e&lt;/em&gt;, a fraction to the -1 power flips the numerator and denominator, and force/acceleration equals mass.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17710554-113545406911918066?l=guamtrojan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://guamtrojan.blogspot.com/feeds/113545406911918066/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17710554&amp;postID=113545406911918066' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17710554/posts/default/113545406911918066'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17710554/posts/default/113545406911918066'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://guamtrojan.blogspot.com/2005/12/merry-christmas.html' title='Merry Christmas!'/><author><name>Lindsay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07292054960706349566</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-17710554.post-113518634556900275</id><published>2005-12-21T12:28:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-12-21T12:32:25.590-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Lazy day.</title><content type='html'>I had a lazy day today, woke up early again b/c of jetlag, and then sat around and played with Lachie.  Then took a nap, and now it's dinnertime.  Good times.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday's trip to London was fun.  We took a tour of the Tower of London, really neat.  Then we went to The Globe theater, which is a replica (at least an attempted replica) of Shakespeare's theater.  Really really neat stuff.  We walked around a lot, but those are the only tourist attractions we saw.  The others have already done some, but I'm going to wait until after Christmas when Shelly gets here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is pretty cold, but not too bad.  I'm surviving.  Ok, time for dinner!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17710554-113518634556900275?l=guamtrojan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://guamtrojan.blogspot.com/feeds/113518634556900275/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17710554&amp;postID=113518634556900275' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17710554/posts/default/113518634556900275'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17710554/posts/default/113518634556900275'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://guamtrojan.blogspot.com/2005/12/lazy-day.html' title='Lazy day.'/><author><name>Lindsay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07292054960706349566</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-17710554.post-113506290091171703</id><published>2005-12-20T02:06:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-12-20T02:15:00.923-05:00</updated><title type='text'>I made it!</title><content type='html'>Yay!  Well, we're all here, it's a packed house.  Very BIG house, 4 bedrooms/4 baths and it even has a dining room.  Nice.  England is so...well...English.  Haha, I haven't seen anything yet, but today we're going to London because it's Jim's last day here.  It's just past 7am (jet lag).  My brother is too cute.  When he wants you to listen to him he says, "Excuse mes..." So you hear that every 3 seconds.  I'm sleeping in his bedroom right now, and the FIRST thing he says to me when I get here is: "Are you going to break my bed?"  Way to call it like you see it Lachie.  The first thing he said to Allison was, "Are you my brother?"  That's funny!  She said, "No, I just have short hair."  What a crack up.  The rest of the Rutters (aunts Isobel and Jessie, cousins Robert and Lynsey) get here the day before Christmas and leave right after, not too long of  stay, but at least they're coming!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The feeling of having NO responsibilities is great, no weight on my shoulders.  Oooh, I think I hear little feet on the stairs...time to play!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17710554-113506290091171703?l=guamtrojan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://guamtrojan.blogspot.com/feeds/113506290091171703/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17710554&amp;postID=113506290091171703' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17710554/posts/default/113506290091171703'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17710554/posts/default/113506290091171703'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://guamtrojan.blogspot.com/2005/12/i-made-it.html' title='I made it!'/><author><name>Lindsay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07292054960706349566</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-17710554.post-113487957369192891</id><published>2005-12-17T23:15:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-12-17T23:20:01.170-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Why does this assume all engineers are male?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Understanding Engineers - Take One&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Two engineering students crossing the campus when one said, "Where did you get such a great bike?" The second engineer replied, "Well, I was walking along yesterday minding my own business when a beautiful woman rode up on this bike. She threw the bike to the ground, took off all her clothes and said, "Take what you want." The first engineer nodded approvingly, "Good choice; the clothes probably wouldn't have fit."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Understanding Engineers - Take Two&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To the optimist, the glass is half full.  To the pessimist, the glass is half empty.  To the&lt;br /&gt;engineer, the glass is twice as big as it needs to be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Understanding Engineers - Take Three&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A pastor, a doctor and an engineer were waiting one morning for a particularly slow group of golfers. The engineer fumed, "What's with these guys? We must have been waiting for 15 minutes!" The doctor chimed in, "I don't know, but I've never seen such ineptitude!" The&lt;br /&gt;pastor said, "Hey, here comes the greens keeper. Let's have a word with him." "Hi George! Say, what's with that group ahead of us? They're rather slow, aren't they?" The greens keeper replied, "Oh, yes, that's a group of blind firefighters. They lost their sight saving our clubhouse from a fire last year, so we always let them play for free anytime." The group was silent for a moment. The pastor said, "That's so sad. I think I will say a special prayer for them tonight." The doctor said, "Good idea. And I'm going to contact my ophthalmologist buddy and see if there's anything he can do for them." The engineer said, "Why can't these guys play at night?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Understanding Engineers - Take Four&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What is the difference between Mechanical Engineers and Civil Engineers?&lt;br /&gt;Mechanical Engineers build weapons and Civil Engineers build targets.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Understanding Engineers - Take Five&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The graduate with a Science degree asks, "Why does it work?" The graduate with an Engineering degree asks, "How does it work?" The graduate with an Accounting degree asks, "How much will it cost?" The graduate with an Arts degree asks, "Do you want fries with that?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Understanding Engineers - Take Six&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Three engineering students were gathered together discussing the possible designers of the human body. One said, "It was a mechanical engineer." Just look at all the joints." Another said, "No, it was an electrical engineer. The nervous system has many thousands of&lt;br /&gt;electrical connections." The last one said, "Actually it was a civil engineer. Who else would run a toxic waste pipeline through a recreational area?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Understanding Engineers - Take Seven&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Normal people believe that if it ain't broke, don't fix it."&lt;br /&gt;Computer Engineers believe that "if it ain't broke, it doesn't have enough features yet"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Understanding Engineers - Take Eight&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;An architect, an artist and an engineer were discussing whether it was better to spend time with the wife or a mistress. The architect said he enjoyed time with his wife, building a solid foundation for an enduring relationship. The artist said he enjoyed time with his&lt;br /&gt;mistress, because the passion and mystery he found there. The engineer said, "I like both." "Both?" "Yeah. If you have a wife and a mistress, they will each assume you are spending time with the other woman, and you can go to the lab and get some work done."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Understanding Engineers - Take Nine&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;An engineer was crossing a road one-day when a frog called out to him and said, "If you kiss me, I'll turn into a beautiful princess." He bent over, picked up the frog and put it in his pocket. The frog spoke up again and said, "If you kiss me and turn me back into a beautiful princess, I will stay with you for one week." The engineer took the frog out of his pocket, smiled at it and returned it to the pocket. The frog then cried out, "If you kiss me and turn me back&lt;br /&gt;into a princess, I'll stay with you and do ANYTHING you want." Again the engineer took the frog out, smiled at it and put it back into his pocket. Finally, the frog asked, "What is the matter? I've told you I'm a beautiful princess, and that I'll stay with you for a week and&lt;br /&gt;do anything you want. Why won't you kiss me?" The engineer said, "Look, I'm an engineer. I don't have time for a girlfriend, but a talking frog, now that's cool."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks, Jess!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17710554-113487957369192891?l=guamtrojan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://guamtrojan.blogspot.com/feeds/113487957369192891/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17710554&amp;postID=113487957369192891' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17710554/posts/default/113487957369192891'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17710554/posts/default/113487957369192891'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://guamtrojan.blogspot.com/2005/12/why-does-this-assume-all-engineers-are.html' title='Why does this assume all engineers are male?'/><author><name>Lindsay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07292054960706349566</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-17710554.post-113487120821493685</id><published>2005-12-17T20:48:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-12-17T21:00:08.256-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Congratulations to Mr. &amp; Mrs. Hudson!</title><content type='html'>Well, the wedding went off without a hitch...or, without a major hitch.  The minister DID almost skip over the vows and ring exchange.  Otherwise, perfecto!  Bethany was a beautiful bride, her dress was lovely...and Brian looked very handsome in his suit.  I'm so happy for them!  I totally didn't realize, though, that I have NO idea when I'll see them next.  Bummer.  However, I messed up, Bethany forgive me, but when I introduced myself to Bethany's mom, we got to talking...Microsoft and the east coast came up...and now I think she thinks it's possible for them to move to the east coast.  Sorry!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was a good wedding, everyone had fun.  Jeff was bummed there was no alcohol, though.  Typical Jeff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I have to finish getting my stuff together for tomorrow's departure.  I'm not even CLOSE to finished.  AHH!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17710554-113487120821493685?l=guamtrojan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://guamtrojan.blogspot.com/feeds/113487120821493685/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17710554&amp;postID=113487120821493685' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17710554/posts/default/113487120821493685'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17710554/posts/default/113487120821493685'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://guamtrojan.blogspot.com/2005/12/congratulations-to-mr-mrs-hudson.html' title='Congratulations to Mr. &amp; Mrs. Hudson!'/><author><name>Lindsay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07292054960706349566</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-17710554.post-113468343912475685</id><published>2005-12-15T16:45:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-12-15T19:41:41.746-05:00</updated><title type='text'>3 days left...</title><content type='html'>So all my dillydallying and non-packing made me hungry. I drove to Subway, because I am addicted to 6-inch ham &amp; provolone, toasted, on Italian Herb &amp;amp; Cheese bread, with lettuce, tomatoes, pickles, avocado, honey-mustard &amp;amp; mayonaise, and I don't know if they have Subway in England. On the way back I saw Joshua Jackson of Dawson's Creek fame on the row, which is empty because all the Greeks have gone home for break. That's one thing I'll miss about LA, random celebrity sitings. Not that Pacy is a celebrity, but it is random. I never even watched Dawson's Creek, but I recognize the influence it had on members of my generation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I really have to start packing.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17710554-113468343912475685?l=guamtrojan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://guamtrojan.blogspot.com/feeds/113468343912475685/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17710554&amp;postID=113468343912475685' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17710554/posts/default/113468343912475685'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17710554/posts/default/113468343912475685'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://guamtrojan.blogspot.com/2005/12/3-days-left.html' title='3 days left...'/><author><name>Lindsay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07292054960706349566</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-17710554.post-113454952746768134</id><published>2005-12-14T03:31:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-12-14T03:40:04.680-05:00</updated><title type='text'>"Come Together" by the Beatles</title><content type='html'>So today was both terrific and terrible. I finished my last final, and I think I did pretty well! I'm quite proud of myself for actually studying for it and getting it done. Walking out of there was one of the best feelings I've ever had in my life. I'm proud of myself for sticking it through, no matter how many times I wanted to quit (and almost did), no matter how lonely I've gotten since EVERYONE else has graduated, no matter how much it cost. It's been a long journey, and God has made me a better person through it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The terrible part is, though, that as I was going to work today, I found that my car window had been smashed and my stereo stolen. My stepdad had just bought Sally and I that stereo in May! I'm so bummed. And now I have to figure out what to do about it. Just ANOTHER thing I have to do before I leave.  I was going to go to Phoenix for a couple of days to visit Jessica, and get out of the bride &amp; groom's hair before their big day, but oh well.  It's funny how after SO long here at USC, in the ghetto, my last day at this institution of higher learning is when my long-awaited fear of vandalism came true. Funny joke, God, funny.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17710554-113454952746768134?l=guamtrojan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://guamtrojan.blogspot.com/feeds/113454952746768134/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17710554&amp;postID=113454952746768134' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17710554/posts/default/113454952746768134'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17710554/posts/default/113454952746768134'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://guamtrojan.blogspot.com/2005/12/come-together-by-beatles.html' title='&quot;Come Together&quot; by the Beatles'/><author><name>Lindsay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07292054960706349566</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-17710554.post-113435382454148773</id><published>2005-12-11T20:49:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-12-11T21:20:17.613-05:00</updated><title type='text'>One final to go!</title><content type='html'>So, I've spent that last couple of days studying for my last final, EE450. I really need to kick butt on this one, and I think that may happen. However, I'm not the best test taker, I tend to get to the exam, open the test and draw a complete blank. Wish me luck!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm taking Sally and Jim to the airport tomorrow, they're excited about their trip! Apparently, my little brother is waiting for his big sisters to put up the Christmas tree. My poor dad and stepmom: they'll be going to the airport every 3 days to pick up relatives, and it's an hour away. Though that's a small price to pay for a Christmas filled with family!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So my main hurdles before I leave are my final and packing up my stuff. I gotta figure out where I'm going to put it all. I'm selling/giving away what I can, but I still have a couple of boxes. It isn't enough to warrant hiring a storage place, but that may be my only option. We'll see. If anyone has any ideas, let me know.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17710554-113435382454148773?l=guamtrojan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://guamtrojan.blogspot.com/feeds/113435382454148773/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17710554&amp;postID=113435382454148773' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17710554/posts/default/113435382454148773'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17710554/posts/default/113435382454148773'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://guamtrojan.blogspot.com/2005/12/one-final-to-go.html' title='One final to go!'/><author><name>Lindsay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07292054960706349566</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-17710554.post-113402709052729525</id><published>2005-12-08T02:29:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-12-12T00:11:13.073-05:00</updated><title type='text'>It's Official.</title><content type='html'>So, Microsoft it is! I'm so excited. I know some details, but not all. They want to base me in PA, VA, or Washington DC. Cold!!! But, they're paying really really well. This really sounds like a great fit for me! If you want to see what I'll be doing, visit &lt;a href="http://www.msdnevents.com"&gt;www.msdnevents.com&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the other hand, I've got to make it through finals. I've got 2 tomorrow and 1 next week. The one next week for EE450 - Computer Networks is going to kick my butt. Really.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, sleep!  Gotta rest my brain.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17710554-113402709052729525?l=guamtrojan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://guamtrojan.blogspot.com/feeds/113402709052729525/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17710554&amp;postID=113402709052729525' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17710554/posts/default/113402709052729525'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17710554/posts/default/113402709052729525'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://guamtrojan.blogspot.com/2005/12/its-official.html' title='It&apos;s Official.'/><author><name>Lindsay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07292054960706349566</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-17710554.post-113384646518869387</id><published>2005-12-05T23:51:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-12-06T10:59:12.120-05:00</updated><title type='text'>"Sunshine" by Evan Farmer</title><content type='html'>Holy cow, Microsoft is awesome.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm in Dallas, TX. Today was my last interview, phew! And it was the best ever. I had a lot of fun. I was nervous, of course: Microsoft is intimidating! But the people were extremely friendly, passionate about their jobs and INCREDIBLY smart. A lot of times I felt like they were reading my mind; they answered my questions before I could ask them. Especially my interview with the "big boss," our views really aligned. He told me in his 15 years at Microsoft, ours was the most bizarre interview he's ever had (in a good way). Bizarre because he felt like I was making him tell me things he wouldn't normally. Basically, he was trying to be difficult and intimidating, and just couldn't with me. I don't think I'm adequately explaining it, but it went well, and I feel good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yay.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17710554-113384646518869387?l=guamtrojan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://guamtrojan.blogspot.com/feeds/113384646518869387/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17710554&amp;postID=113384646518869387' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17710554/posts/default/113384646518869387'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17710554/posts/default/113384646518869387'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://guamtrojan.blogspot.com/2005/12/sunshine-by-evan-farmer.html' title='&quot;Sunshine&quot; by Evan Farmer'/><author><name>Lindsay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07292054960706349566</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-17710554.post-113341347381919721</id><published>2005-12-01T00:00:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-12-01T00:04:33.896-05:00</updated><title type='text'>"Sailing" by Christopher Cross</title><content type='html'>Sorry for the lack of updates.  It's the last week of school, WHOOHOOO!  It's also the worst week.  I have too much to do and little time to do it.  So, this is just a little note to let you know I haven't forgotten you, and a little link to brighten your day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://video.google.com/videoplay?docid=6531852336289674331&amp;amp;q=peanut+butter+jelly+time"&gt;It's Peanut Butter Jelly Time! - Family Guy style&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17710554-113341347381919721?l=guamtrojan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://guamtrojan.blogspot.com/feeds/113341347381919721/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17710554&amp;postID=113341347381919721' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17710554/posts/default/113341347381919721'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17710554/posts/default/113341347381919721'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://guamtrojan.blogspot.com/2005/11/sailing-by-christopher-cross.html' title='&quot;Sailing&quot; by Christopher Cross'/><author><name>Lindsay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07292054960706349566</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-17710554.post-113249057436860450</id><published>2005-11-20T07:16:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-11-20T07:42:54.433-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Good Idea from Jessica</title><content type='html'>Thanks, &lt;a href="http://www.livejournal.com/%7Euscsweetheart"&gt;Jess&lt;/a&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; 1. Seven things I plan to do before I die (not necessarily in order):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;1&gt; learn how to deal like a Vegas dealer&lt;br /&gt;&lt;2&gt; learn carpentry&lt;br /&gt;&lt;3&gt; learn how to work on my car&lt;br /&gt;&lt;4&gt; get married&lt;br /&gt;&lt;5&gt; live abroad&lt;br /&gt;&lt;6&gt; become fluent in another language&lt;br /&gt;&lt;7&gt; invent something&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Seven things I can do:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;1&gt; dislocate my jaw&lt;br /&gt;&lt;2&gt; bake and cook&lt;br /&gt;&lt;3&gt; sing kinda well&lt;br /&gt;&lt;4&gt; tap dance&lt;br /&gt;&lt;5&gt; read a lot&lt;br /&gt;&lt;6&gt; multitask&lt;br /&gt;&lt;7&gt; make friends easily&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Seven things I can't do:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;1&gt; roll my Rs&lt;br /&gt;&lt;2&gt; shop for extended periods of time&lt;br /&gt;&lt;3&gt; listen to music and not sing along&lt;br /&gt;&lt;4&gt; live without my computer&lt;br /&gt;&lt;5&gt; understand fashion&lt;br /&gt;&lt;6&gt; talk on my cell phone while parallel parking (I agree, Jess!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;7&gt; cross the monkey bars (never learned and haven't tried)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Seven things that attract me to the opposite sex&lt;br /&gt;&lt;1&gt; collarbones&lt;br /&gt;&lt;2&gt; honesty/integrity&lt;br /&gt;&lt;3&gt; nice hands&lt;br /&gt;&lt;4&gt; genuine concern for others&lt;br /&gt;&lt;5&gt; good sounding laugh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;6&gt; warm personality&lt;br /&gt;&lt;7&gt; a brain&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. Seven things I say most:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;1&gt; "Dude."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;2&gt; "Holy Cow!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;3&gt; "My bad."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;4&gt; "Riiigghhhttt."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;5&gt; "No way."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;6&gt; "Bummer."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;7&gt; "That's AWESOME!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. Seven celebrity crushes:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;1&gt; Prince William&lt;br /&gt;&lt;2&gt; Ethan Embry&lt;br /&gt;&lt;3&gt; Jude Law&lt;br /&gt;&lt;4&gt; Hugh Dancy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;5&gt; Ioan Gruffudd&lt;br /&gt;&lt;6&gt; Rob Lowe (I know, I know...)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;7&gt; Jake Gyllenhaal&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. Seven songs I know the words to:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;1&gt; Shoop by Salt N' Pepa&lt;br /&gt;&lt;2&gt; Gangster's Paradise by Coolio&lt;br /&gt;&lt;3&gt; Wonderwall by Oasis&lt;br /&gt;&lt;4&gt; theme song of Fresh Prince of Bel Air&lt;br /&gt;&lt;5&gt; The Luckiest by Ben Folds Five&lt;br /&gt;&lt;6&gt; Don't Take the Girl by Tim McGraw&lt;br /&gt;&lt;7&gt; Black by Pearl Jam&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17710554-113249057436860450?l=guamtrojan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://guamtrojan.blogspot.com/feeds/113249057436860450/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17710554&amp;postID=113249057436860450' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17710554/posts/default/113249057436860450'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17710554/posts/default/113249057436860450'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://guamtrojan.blogspot.com/2005/11/good-idea-from-jessica.html' title='Good Idea from Jessica'/><author><name>Lindsay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07292054960706349566</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-17710554.post-113246213920198925</id><published>2005-11-19T23:18:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-11-19T23:54:18.610-05:00</updated><title type='text'>"Sweet Child O' Mine" by Guns N' Roses</title><content type='html'>Well, Northrop Grumman was a bust. The project they're hiring for sounds cool, but they totally don't have it together about the hiring process. They said it'd probably take a couple of months to interview enough candidates. No thanks. Saves me from filling out all that security clearance paperwork anyways.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the other hand, I received my first rejection. Cisco turned me down. Bummer. Well, not really, I had already decided I didn't really want it, anyways. But rejection still sucks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now for a story. A couple of months ago my dog bit the neighbor. He's old, and he gets protective of our property and my parents. Our neighbors walk up and down our hill past our house every day, and usually he just barks. It's been that way for years. Something changed, though, and he decided to bite. Not good. Anyways, they were going to put him down, because he can't be chained up, and there's no place to fence him in. Luckily for Rex, Mom is a chatterbox and struck up a conversation with some random guy who said he'd take Rex in. So, Rex moved to a yard in Santa Rita. Apparantly, he was NOT happy, because he decided to walk home. Now, I went to high school in Santa Rita, it's about a 15-20 minute drive from our house. Not only that, we live on top of a hill. Rex either followed the road back, or hiked through the jungle. What a good dog! I'm so proud. But he can't stay. My aunt Sam said she'll take him, but she has to move out of her apartment to a place where she can keep a dog. Mom's given her a week to find something, or she'll put him down. I know that sounds rather heartless of Mom, but she has to do something. She can't keep him. The neighbors would have a cow. We'll see what happens. Here's a map, showing where he went: &lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(255,0,0)"&gt;Red&lt;/span&gt; is where he started, in Santa Rita, and the &lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(51,51,255)"&gt;blue &lt;/span&gt;is where our house is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 293px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 330px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="458" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/88/1571/320/guam2.jpg" width="441" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Ok, until next time.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17710554-113246213920198925?l=guamtrojan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://guamtrojan.blogspot.com/feeds/113246213920198925/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17710554&amp;postID=113246213920198925' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17710554/posts/default/113246213920198925'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17710554/posts/default/113246213920198925'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://guamtrojan.blogspot.com/2005/11/sweet-child-o-mine-by-guns-n-roses.html' title='&quot;Sweet Child O&apos; Mine&quot; by Guns N&apos; Roses'/><author><name>Lindsay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07292054960706349566</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-17710554.post-113233934014509067</id><published>2005-11-18T13:32:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-11-18T13:42:20.156-05:00</updated><title type='text'>"Walking on Sunshine" by Katrina and the Waves</title><content type='html'>I'm walking on sunshine...WHOOOOOHOOOOOOOOOO!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ernst &amp; Young made me an offer yesterday, yay!  It's for Chicago, but they're letting me start in June.  I don't think I'm allowed to publish the dollar figure, but it ain't bad, especially for Chicago.  And, I know a grad student here who was only offered $2K more and being placed near LA.  Great, so now I know I have a job!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Second piece of awesome news, Google wants me to fly up!  That's awesome, I told the recruiter that it'd have to be ASAP since I am considering the other offers.  But YAY.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Downer note: I'm sick.  Probably due to late nights at Cruiser, lack of sleep and stress.  Should make for an interesting Northrop Grumman interview this afternoon!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, gotta go get ready, :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17710554-113233934014509067?l=guamtrojan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://guamtrojan.blogspot.com/feeds/113233934014509067/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17710554&amp;postID=113233934014509067' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17710554/posts/default/113233934014509067'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17710554/posts/default/113233934014509067'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://guamtrojan.blogspot.com/2005/11/walking-on-sunshine-by-katrina-and.html' title='&quot;Walking on Sunshine&quot; by Katrina and the Waves'/><author><name>Lindsay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07292054960706349566</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-17710554.post-113215543198141497</id><published>2005-11-16T10:33:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-11-16T10:37:12.003-05:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm selling out.</title><content type='html'>&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;[07:29] blah&lt;/span&gt;: how's the job search?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;[07:30] L to the indsay&lt;/span&gt;: it's going, went to San Jose on Monday for Cisco.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;[07:30] L to the indsay&lt;/span&gt;: going to Texas for Microsoft on December 4th - 6th&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;[07:31] L to the indsay&lt;/span&gt;: but, looking positive&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;[07:31] blah&lt;/span&gt;: right on&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;[07:31] blah&lt;/span&gt;: you want to work for satan?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;[07:31] L to the indsay&lt;/span&gt;: satan pays incredibly well&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;[07:32] blah&lt;/span&gt;: yeah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;[07:32] blah&lt;/span&gt;: I'd sell my soul too&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;[07:32] L to the indsay&lt;/span&gt;: this conversation is totally going in my blog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;[07:32] blah&lt;/span&gt;: solid&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks, Josh, for the support.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17710554-113215543198141497?l=guamtrojan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://guamtrojan.blogspot.com/feeds/113215543198141497/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17710554&amp;postID=113215543198141497' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17710554/posts/default/113215543198141497'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17710554/posts/default/113215543198141497'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://guamtrojan.blogspot.com/2005/11/im-selling-out.html' title='I&apos;m selling out.'/><author><name>Lindsay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07292054960706349566</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-17710554.post-113208485741913661</id><published>2005-11-15T23:49:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-11-15T23:53:12.860-05:00</updated><title type='text'>"When I Get You Alone" by Thicke</title><content type='html'>Good song, the guy who sings it is Robin Thicke, son of Growing Pains TV dad Alan Thicke. Bow to the Queen of Random Trivia.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cisco was, uh, okay. The day wasn't as enjoyable as the Ernst &amp; Young day, but it wasn't bad. Most people didn't get technical interviews, but all 3 of mine were. We'll see what they thought. At the dinner (which was at Dave &amp;amp; Busters, an adult arcade-type place, where I went on Friday with the crazy kids from ABC.com - who were MUCH more fun), my on-campus interviewer told me: "I think you'd be great here, and I highly recommended you." Sweet. I'll find out in a week or so.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The most exciting part of the trip was getting there. Short flight up, and when I got to the airport I had to go pick up my rental car. Don't I feel important, I get a rental car! And it wasn't at the cheapo PayLess/Enterprise/Budget rental car, it was Avis. Ooh Aah. When I approached the rental agent, a really nice guy named Jose, he said I had an 'intermediate' car. Wow, intermediate! I have no idea what that means, but...AWESOME.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;Jose: "Would you like to try the new Chevy HHR?"&lt;br /&gt;Me: "Wow, okay, that'd be great!" &lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;Thinking, "Look at me! New car!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jose: "It's like a PT Cruiser, I'm sure you'll enjoy it."&lt;br /&gt;Me: &lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;Thinking, "Why is he smirking?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;I soon found out. When I found my car in the parking lot, it reminded me of the bastard child of a station wagon and SUV. &lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;"Eh,"&lt;/span&gt; I thought, &lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;"New car!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;"&lt;/span&gt; I put my luggage inside and started out for the hotel. Because of poor visibility, it felt like I was driving one of those 40s gangster getaway cars:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/88/1571/1600/gangster.1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/88/1571/320/gangster.1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/88/1571/1600/chevy.1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" height="181" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/88/1571/320/chevy.1.jpg" width="272" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Once I arrived at the hotel, I parked in the garage, got out of the car and walked around to the trunk to get my suitcase out, and finally looked at the car. It was orange. I hadn't noticed it in the dark of the rental lot. Not just any orange, a deep deep orange, the color of burning.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/88/1571/1600/orange.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" height="165" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/88/1571/320/orange.0.jpg" width="244" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;I felt so used, so THAT'S why the guy was so nice, cause he saw a sucker! Jerk. The next morning when all of the candidates had to meet up, everybody else had nice, sensible rental cars...black, grey, blue sedans. Not me, thanks to Jose.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17710554-113208485741913661?l=guamtrojan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://guamtrojan.blogspot.com/feeds/113208485741913661/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17710554&amp;postID=113208485741913661' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17710554/posts/default/113208485741913661'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17710554/posts/default/113208485741913661'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://guamtrojan.blogspot.com/2005/11/when-i-get-you-alone-by-thicke.html' title='&quot;When I Get You Alone&quot; by Thicke'/><author><name>Lindsay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07292054960706349566</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-17710554.post-113182020971434022</id><published>2005-11-12T13:16:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-11-12T13:30:09.733-05:00</updated><title type='text'>"Escape (The Pina Colada Song)" by Rupert Holmes</title><content type='html'>It's sad that I know who sings that song off the top of my head.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, I love sleep.  I just had a WHOLE night's full!  It was amazing, you'll have to try it sometime.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yay for Saturday!  I'm going to go hang out at Pam's and do laundry.  Tonight is Monica's birthday dinner, so we're going to eat dinner and play pool.  Then tomorrow, I'm flying to San Jose for my Cisco interviews on Monday.  Whoohooo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On Thursday evening in my cinema class taught by &lt;a href="http://leonardmaltin.com"&gt;Leonard Maltin&lt;/a&gt; we watched the new kids movie Zathura.  Wasn't expecting much, looked like Jumanji 2.  However, it was much funnier than I expected, see it if you have a kid (or know one).  Jon Favreau (actor in Made, Swingers, Dinner for Five) directed it, he also directed Elf.  He came and spoke, and he's a BIG guy.  He's also really intelligent and funny.  Anyway, it was a good class, thought I'd share.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll let you know how Cisco goes, cross your fingers!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17710554-113182020971434022?l=guamtrojan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://guamtrojan.blogspot.com/feeds/113182020971434022/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17710554&amp;postID=113182020971434022' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17710554/posts/default/113182020971434022'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17710554/posts/default/113182020971434022'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://guamtrojan.blogspot.com/2005/11/escape-pina-colada-song-by-rupert.html' title='&quot;Escape (The Pina Colada Song)&quot; by Rupert Holmes'/><author><name>Lindsay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07292054960706349566</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-17710554.post-113165453044761230</id><published>2005-11-10T15:04:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-11-10T15:31:32.203-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Something came, all right, it was a...</title><content type='html'>TRAIN.  That bowled me over.  Ouch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It feels like I had one very long day. It began on Monday and is still going. Once I finish this, it's goodnight (until I get up for my class at 7pm)! Monday was a normal day of class and such. Then on Monday evening Sally and I went to Pam's because Aloha was visiting from the Philippines. Aloha is Pam's/Mom's/Carol's first cousin, and she's a famous movie star/singer in the Philippines. I haven't seen her since I was 13 or so, and Pam hasn't seen her in 35 years! It was a good time. Anyway, once I got home at 11 or so, I packed for New York. Monica's dad took us to the airport at 4:30am. Our flight left at 7am, arrived in New York at 3:30pm. Monica had never been to NY, but unfortunately there wasn't any time to see anything. We drove by Flushing Meadows, and had a few minutes to walk a block around Times Square, but that's it. Then we had a "meet and greet" dinner, went to sleep, and had the interview day from 8am - 4pm, spent 2 hours in a taxi to get to JFK, sat in a plane for 9 hours (including the 2 1/2 hours we spent not moving before we took off). Came home, slept a little bit, woke up for an interview on campus this morning, and now here I am. Phew.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I decide to do consulting, this will be my life...flights, delays, suit-wearing, etc.  Can I handle that?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The interview day went really well, everyone was really nice and informative, and I'm pretty sure they loved me. I'll hear back within 7 - 10 days. I also found out that they're considering me for Chicago. Live in Chicago? I've always wanted to GO, but it'll be SO cold to live there. Gosh, I don't know. I haven't had the time or brain power to contemplate my choices, yet. What do you all think?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The interview this morning with Avanade was HORRIBLE. It was a 45-minute technical interview. The questions weren't hard, or anything, but my mind was in NO position to think. Mitch (my interviewer) would ask me a question, I'd answer it, and then he'd tell me the answer using different words. I'm confused....does that mean that he thought I answered incorrectly, or was he confirming my answer? I really don't know. Good thing I'm exhausted, or I'd be wound up with worry. Eh, it's over. We'll see. I've stopped caring. (Not really, but I'm telling myself that).&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17710554-113165453044761230?l=guamtrojan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://guamtrojan.blogspot.com/feeds/113165453044761230/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17710554&amp;postID=113165453044761230' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17710554/posts/default/113165453044761230'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17710554/posts/default/113165453044761230'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://guamtrojan.blogspot.com/2005/11/something-came-all-right-it-was.html' title='Something came, all right, it was a...'/><author><name>Lindsay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07292054960706349566</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-17710554.post-113122054958708287</id><published>2005-11-05T14:34:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-11-05T14:55:49.610-05:00</updated><title type='text'>"Something's Coming" from the West Side Story Soundtrack</title><content type='html'>Could be...who knows?  There's something due anyday; I will know right away, as soon as it shows.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Good lyrics, eh?  Fitting that it should be stuck in my head when I awoke this morning.  This weekend should be pretty chill, no big plans.  I'm supposed to work at Cruiser tonight, but may take off because it was Casey's (former roommate) birthday earlier this week, and she wants to celebrate.  We'll see.  Otherwise, all I've got is homework to do.  And passport pictures to take.  All in all, good chill weekend.  Yay.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17710554-113122054958708287?l=guamtrojan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://guamtrojan.blogspot.com/feeds/113122054958708287/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17710554&amp;postID=113122054958708287' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17710554/posts/default/113122054958708287'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17710554/posts/default/113122054958708287'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://guamtrojan.blogspot.com/2005/11/somethings-coming-from-west-side-story.html' title='&quot;Something&apos;s Coming&quot; from the West Side Story Soundtrack'/><author><name>Lindsay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07292054960706349566</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-17710554.post-113109819335885857</id><published>2005-11-04T04:01:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-11-05T14:33:05.773-05:00</updated><title type='text'>"The Joker" by Steve Miller Band</title><content type='html'>Again I've been told that I'm boring. I don't deny it. But it's your choice to keep reading. And I think you will. I may be boring, but addictive.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I watched the new movie Pride and Prejudice tonight in my cinema class. It had some great landscape shots of the English countryside, and the director who came to speak was English. It reminded me that I'M GOING TO ENGLAND!!!! So soon! And, hopefully, before I leave I'll have a job set up for when I return from my travels. And, I aspire to have some money to live on. I guess with this whole job search I'd forgotten about my upcoming holiday. It'll be a big party: Sally, Jim, Allison, Lilah, Shelly, cousin Robert, cousin Lynsey and I...all together. And I'll get to see my brother!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Warms my heart this cold evening working at Cruiser.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17710554-113109819335885857?l=guamtrojan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://guamtrojan.blogspot.com/feeds/113109819335885857/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17710554&amp;postID=113109819335885857' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17710554/posts/default/113109819335885857'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17710554/posts/default/113109819335885857'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://guamtrojan.blogspot.com/2005/11/joker-by-steve-miller-band.html' title='&quot;The Joker&quot; by Steve Miller Band'/><author><name>Lindsay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07292054960706349566</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-17710554.post-113100183292948009</id><published>2005-11-03T01:45:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-11-03T12:35:31.343-05:00</updated><title type='text'>"Rapunzel" by Dave Matthews Band</title><content type='html'>Sorry for the lack of posts, busy busy busy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I decided not to accept the KPMG, Deloitte and Chevron interviews. I just have too much on my plate. Besides, I already have second round interviews with Cisco in San Jose, SanDisk in San Jose, Microsoft in Texas, Hitachi here in LA and Ernst &amp;amp; Young in New York. Those plus classes, work and my internship are already too much! There are exactly 30 days left until classes are over. Wow. Then I'll finally be graduated, whoohooo! It's taken long enough.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I bought a suit for my interviews today. Suits are SO expensive. I had no idea. I guess it's tuna fish and ramen until next paycheck.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I worked at Cruiser for Halloween, and we were allowed to wear costumes. I wore my regular polo uniform shirt. BUT, I spiced it up a little. On the right side of my face I had my awesome roommate Bethany apply fake skin to look like I had a few deep gashes. Then we applied fake blood that ran from the gashes down my neck and under my chin. The reason I did this was because when I'm driving to pick up people, I speak to them from the driver-side window to confirm I'm picking up the right person. After confirmation, they walk around to the passenger side and get in the car. So, while speaking to them on Halloween, I looked normal, but once they sat in the car and looked at me, they freaked out. It was great. My boss almost didn't let me drive because I looked so gruesome. Then he got into the spirit of it and used me to play pranks on other Cruisers. All in all, it was a good costume. I don't know yet if I won for best costume, but I gave it a good shot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My aunt Susan sent me a lovely email extoling my writing. She said it's my calling. Nevermind Computer Science. I do actually enjoy this little bit of writing, I forgot what it was like to write semi-creatively. But anyways, that warmed my heart, thanks Susan!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks for the comments, everyone.  You keep commenting, and I'll keep writing.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17710554-113100183292948009?l=guamtrojan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://guamtrojan.blogspot.com/feeds/113100183292948009/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17710554&amp;postID=113100183292948009' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17710554/posts/default/113100183292948009'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17710554/posts/default/113100183292948009'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://guamtrojan.blogspot.com/2005/11/rapunzel-by-dave-matthews-band.html' title='&quot;Rapunzel&quot; by Dave Matthews Band'/><author><name>Lindsay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07292054960706349566</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-17710554.post-113054418085339194</id><published>2005-10-28T18:39:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-10-30T05:52:47.253-05:00</updated><title type='text'>No song, woke up swearing.</title><content type='html'>So, for some odd reason my alarm didn't go off this morning. I checked it, it was set correctly, but didn't go off. Hmm. Therefore, I missed my interview call, but he called back, I answered, spoke for a minute. Then my phone suddenly shut off. Now it won't turn on, and when you call it you hear it's not in service. I just got this replacement phone yesterday, because my other phone's buttons wouldn't work. So, not only did I lose all my phone numbers, it cost me an interview. I called Cingular, they said my account looks fine and to call the Warranty department. I called the Warranty department, where I got a message apologizing that they couldn't take my call. I'm so mad at them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I worked at Cruiser last night til 3 am, and if you didn't know already, Thursday is college party night. So you end up picking up a lot of drunk people. Especially drunk freshmen sorority girls. I loathe drunk freshmen sorority girls. In addition, they were all dressed in SKANKY costumes for halloween. I saw at least 4 nurses, 2 maids, and countless referees. I don't understand how they can degrade themselves so much and then wonder why they get sexually harrassed or their frat boy boyfriends treat them like dirt. Stupid.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There was a lot of police activity last night. On one occasion, I was driving down a street to pick up some kids, and a cop pulled up behind me, then another pulled up in front of me, then 3 more cop cars pulled up, I was boxed. They all got out of their cars, and walked towards me. I thought I had killed someone with my car without knowing it. I rolled down my window and said, "Officer, sir, uh, are you here for me?" He just looked at me and said, "No." Except it sounded like, "You're a moron." Thanks, Officer. Anyway, they milled around for a moment, then got in their cars and left. I continued to drive.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, time for birthday cake for my boss!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17710554-113054418085339194?l=guamtrojan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://guamtrojan.blogspot.com/feeds/113054418085339194/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17710554&amp;postID=113054418085339194' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17710554/posts/default/113054418085339194'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17710554/posts/default/113054418085339194'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://guamtrojan.blogspot.com/2005/10/no-song-woke-up-swearing.html' title='No song, woke up swearing.'/><author><name>Lindsay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07292054960706349566</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-17710554.post-113045808950436838</id><published>2005-10-27T18:46:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-10-27T19:09:19.416-05:00</updated><title type='text'>no song, too tired.</title><content type='html'>Today started out not so great. I woke up way too early (5 hours of sleep this time!) to study for the midterm I had at 9:30, and a project that was not finished due at 11. However, the midterm was easy-peasy, so I was done by 10. Then, I went to the lab and hurriedly finished the project. Whoohoo! Go me. After that was done, I ate lunch, came home, and checked email (as usual).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In my email were 3 things of note:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  1)  I got interviews with &lt;a href="http://deloite.com/" target="new"&gt;Deloitte Consulting&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://www.chevron.com/" target="new"&gt;Chevron&lt;/a&gt; and &lt;a href="http://www.kpmg.com/" target="new"&gt;KPMG&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  2) A notificication of a second phone interview with SanDisk (tomorrow morning).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3) An email from Microsoft asking me to interview for a Presenter position! YAY! YIPPEE!  I'm pretty sure that means they'll fly me up there. Out of all my interviews and job considerations, Microsoft is the one I'm most excited about. Because they take care of their employees, they've got a great culture.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, even though I have class til 11 and have to work til 3am, it's a great day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope you're not all sick of hearing about my job search, but it's a big thing in my life right now, and c'mon, it's better than hearing about how routers work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Moving on, Chris and Lahra left this morning. It was great having them here. We totally approve of Lahra, she's funny and fun. She's really organized and clean, too, which is a bonus when you're entering our family. My aunt Pam said that Lahra was more relaxed with her - which is understandable because I'd be quiet and weirded out by her, too, if I was marrying her son and meeting her for the first or second or third time. Our family is weird and crazy - therefore intimidating to normal people! Sally, Lahra, Chris and I had a great conversation the other night about the virtues of being raised by Ragans. Though we were raised by chain smokers, pot users, single &amp;amp; broke moms, without many rules, we all grew up fine. Because we were raised to be honest, decent, educated, experience-seeking, world-minded people. And there's nothing more important to the Ragans than family - we're all around the world, but we're still close, and any of us would do anything for another. I can't imagine growing up in any other way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's what I have to say.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17710554-113045808950436838?l=guamtrojan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://guamtrojan.blogspot.com/feeds/113045808950436838/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17710554&amp;postID=113045808950436838' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17710554/posts/default/113045808950436838'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17710554/posts/default/113045808950436838'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://guamtrojan.blogspot.com/2005/10/no-song-too-tired.html' title='no song, too tired.'/><author><name>Lindsay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07292054960706349566</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-17710554.post-113037216546500436</id><published>2005-10-26T19:15:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-10-26T19:16:05.473-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Googliffic</title><content type='html'>Google called!  Gotta fill out a worksheet, then phone interview.  Cool!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17710554-113037216546500436?l=guamtrojan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://guamtrojan.blogspot.com/feeds/113037216546500436/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17710554&amp;postID=113037216546500436' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17710554/posts/default/113037216546500436'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17710554/posts/default/113037216546500436'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://guamtrojan.blogspot.com/2005/10/googliffic.html' title='Googliffic'/><author><name>Lindsay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07292054960706349566</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-17710554.post-113026985020056303</id><published>2005-10-25T14:32:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-10-26T19:17:09.150-05:00</updated><title type='text'>"Cruisin'" Huey Lewis &amp; Gwyneth Paltrow version</title><content type='html'>Wow, why haven't I had any good music stuck in my head recently (besides CS&amp;N - see earlier post)?  These won't make my loyal (incredibly small) fanbase think, "Lindsay's got really good taste in music."  In fact, now you're all thinking, "Not only is she boring, she knows crap songs."  Admit it, that's what you're thinking.  I take no offense.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, Chris and Lahra are here, I spent some time with them this weekend.  On Friday night we (including Sally) went to Universal Citywalk - Howl at the Moon and Saddle Ranch.  Slutty girls galore, no joke.  However, in the hundreds of people there: not one attractive guy (no offense, cousin Chris, but relations don't count).  I kid you not - unless you're into that greasy hair, open shirt with gold chain, sleazy type.  Which I'm not.  Ugh, just recalling it grosses me out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On Saturday we drove around Hollywood (Mann's Chinese Theater, "Ooooh...", Hollywood sign, "Ahhhh...").  Never got out of the car, though.  We're lazy tourists.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Monday was my last day of interviews, well not LAST, but I get a break.  But I thought I'd give you an update:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.microsoft.com" target=new&gt;Microsoft&lt;/a&gt; - had phone interview, expecting to hear back this week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.ey.com" target=new&gt;Ernst &amp; Young&lt;/a&gt; - second round interview in New York in early November.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.disneyconsumerproducts.com" target=new&gt;Disney Consumer Products&lt;/a&gt; - turned it down, because it started in January, and the position wasn't all I thought it would be...though maybe I'll readdress the idea sometime next year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.avanade.com" target=new&gt;Avanade&lt;/a&gt; - had initial phone interview, have second on-campus interview scheduled for 11/10 (provided I'm not in NY for Ernst &amp; Young).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://hitachiconsulting.com" target=new&gt;Hitachi Consulting&lt;/a&gt; - Interviewed yesterday, really went well, should hear by end of week if I made it to Round #2 held here in LA. &lt;b&gt;Update: Made it to Round #2 on December 2nd.&lt;/b&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.cisco.com" target=new&gt;Cisco Systems&lt;/a&gt; - Made it to round #2, so they'll fly me to either San Jose, North Carolina, Massachusetts or Texas sometime in November.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.sandisk.com" target=new&gt;SanDisk&lt;/a&gt; - A company not previously mentioned, kinda happened quickly.  Interviewed yesterday, went really well - see story below.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So that's my progress.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Interesting SanDisk story: My interviewer (an older Indian gentleman named Arun) called me LindsAy instead of LindsEy, so I told him the story behind my name's pronunciation (&lt;a href="http://www.xanga.com/home.aspx?user=guamtrojan" target=new&gt;See my old Xanga for story&lt;/a&gt;).  He in turn, told me a tale of his own.  In India as a child, he slept in this roll up kind of mattress bed which had lots of pockets and such for storage.  When he was done, you would just roll it up like a sleeping bag.  Anyway, his really old grandmother would call it the Holdo, so he grew up calling it a Holdo.  Last month he was speaking to some Indian friends and mentioned the Holdo, but the didn't know what he was talking about - so he described it.  Turns out it's called a Hold All, and due to his old grandmother's accent, he'd been mispronouncing it for most of his life.  Funny story, at least I thought.  Got the interview off to a good start, at least.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, thanks for reading this - I expect you to comment!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17710554-113026985020056303?l=guamtrojan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://guamtrojan.blogspot.com/feeds/113026985020056303/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17710554&amp;postID=113026985020056303' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17710554/posts/default/113026985020056303'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17710554/posts/default/113026985020056303'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://guamtrojan.blogspot.com/2005/10/cruisin-huey-lewis-gwyneth-paltrow.html' title='&quot;Cruisin&apos;&quot; Huey Lewis &amp; Gwyneth Paltrow version'/><author><name>Lindsay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07292054960706349566</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-17710554.post-112994511034447832</id><published>2005-10-21T20:05:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-10-21T20:38:30.363-05:00</updated><title type='text'>"Trouble" by Shampoo</title><content type='html'>Yes, random song from the early 90s, not popular in the US, but I heard it in the the Philippines.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Note about comments: where are they?  &lt;b&gt;I need feedback, people!&lt;/b&gt;  Xinh (from ABC) told me I was boring, but that's what you signed up for when you became my friend.  Family, sorry, you're stuck.  He said I should make stuff up.  Right.  I'll work on it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17710554-112994511034447832?l=guamtrojan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://guamtrojan.blogspot.com/feeds/112994511034447832/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17710554&amp;postID=112994511034447832' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17710554/posts/default/112994511034447832'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17710554/posts/default/112994511034447832'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://guamtrojan.blogspot.com/2005/10/trouble-by-shampoo.html' title='&quot;Trouble&quot; by Shampoo'/><author><name>Lindsay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07292054960706349566</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-17710554.post-112979519885324619</id><published>2005-10-20T03:13:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-10-20T03:43:41.853-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Campus Cruisering</title><content type='html'>If you didn't know, I started working at Campus Cruiser again, 2 years after I left.  I'm now cruiser 82, but if I'd stayed I'd be Cruiser 3.  Anyway, I'm answering phones, so I thought I'd post.  Tomorrow's a busy day: class from 9-12:30, then the career fair until 3, the interview with Cisco at 3:15.  Then class from 4 to 6, dinner, midterm from 7 to 11, then campus cruisering from 11 to 3am.  Whooohoo.  Busy day.  Cousin Chris and his wife Lahra are coming in tomorrow, but I won't get to see them until Friday after ABC.  Bummer.  Oh well, I'm excited to see Chris after so long, and to meet Lahra.  Chris just got out of the Army, he's a Captain, so now he's on the job hunt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, work is over, I won't have time to post tomorrow.  See you on the flipside.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17710554-112979519885324619?l=guamtrojan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://guamtrojan.blogspot.com/feeds/112979519885324619/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17710554&amp;postID=112979519885324619' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17710554/posts/default/112979519885324619'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17710554/posts/default/112979519885324619'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://guamtrojan.blogspot.com/2005/10/campus-cruisering.html' title='Campus Cruisering'/><author><name>Lindsay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07292054960706349566</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-17710554.post-112974212561596201</id><published>2005-10-19T12:13:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-10-19T12:15:25.636-05:00</updated><title type='text'>"Slumber" by Gabriel Mann</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.gabrielmann.com" target=new&gt;Gabriel Mann&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;or as covered by the &lt;a href="http://scvocals.com" target=new&gt;SoCal Vocals&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17710554-112974212561596201?l=guamtrojan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://guamtrojan.blogspot.com/feeds/112974212561596201/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17710554&amp;postID=112974212561596201' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17710554/posts/default/112974212561596201'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17710554/posts/default/112974212561596201'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://guamtrojan.blogspot.com/2005/10/slumber-by-gabriel-mann.html' title='&quot;Slumber&quot; by Gabriel Mann'/><author><name>Lindsay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07292054960706349566</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-17710554.post-112969204931289397</id><published>2005-10-18T22:19:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-10-18T22:20:49.313-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Junk Comments?!</title><content type='html'>I've been comment spammed!!!  I didn't know it was possible!  I had 3, count that...THREE junk comments.  So, I made a change: you can still comment anonymously, but you have to do a word verification.  Sorry to make it difficult, but man.  Wow.  Junk comments, I can't get over it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17710554-112969204931289397?l=guamtrojan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://guamtrojan.blogspot.com/feeds/112969204931289397/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17710554&amp;postID=112969204931289397' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17710554/posts/default/112969204931289397'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17710554/posts/default/112969204931289397'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://guamtrojan.blogspot.com/2005/10/junk-comments.html' title='Junk Comments?!'/><author><name>Lindsay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07292054960706349566</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-17710554.post-112967682667939940</id><published>2005-10-18T19:31:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-10-18T19:31:51.276-05:00</updated><title type='text'>"Suite: Judy Blue Eyes" by Crosby, Stills and Nash</title><content type='html'>Last night I went to &lt;a href="http://mofomon.blogspot.com" target=new&gt;Monica's&lt;/a&gt; Rock &amp; Roll class because they were going to talk about CS&amp;N (and CSN&amp;Y).  It was neat, they listen to music and hear cool facts about albums/bands.  Anyway, because of the class, I woke up with "Suite: Judy Blue Eyes" in my head.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got called back to Round #2 of &lt;a href="http://www.ey.com" target=new&gt;Ernst &amp; Young&lt;/a&gt; interviews!  Yay!  They'll be held in New York on the 8th &amp; 9th or 9th &amp; 10th of November.  Monica and Shawn are going, too.  How fun!  So far, all of my interviews have gone well, I think.  :)  I just got off the phone with the initial interviewer from Microsoft.  We'll see if I make it any farther, that one was difficult to gauge.  Not bad or anything, just...hmm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dude, our car overheated...AGAIN.  Sally took it in to the shop, and I was mad because we JUST had the radiator replaced.  Apparently there was something wrong with some hose or something, and the bill was around $500.  HOWEVER, the guy never called Sally to tell her the cost, they just went ahead and did the work without her approval...so it was FREE!  FREE!  Yay for free car work, what a godsend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, gotta go stress out about Microsoft...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17710554-112967682667939940?l=guamtrojan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://guamtrojan.blogspot.com/feeds/112967682667939940/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17710554&amp;postID=112967682667939940' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17710554/posts/default/112967682667939940'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17710554/posts/default/112967682667939940'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://guamtrojan.blogspot.com/2005/10/suite-judy-blue-eyes-by-crosby-stills.html' title='&quot;Suite: Judy Blue Eyes&quot; by Crosby, Stills and Nash'/><author><name>Lindsay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07292054960706349566</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-17710554.post-112958314529316312</id><published>2005-10-17T16:00:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-10-17T16:05:45.296-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Witty Titles</title><content type='html'>Ok, so it's post #4, and I've already run out of attention-grabbing titles, so from now on, the titles are going to be whatever song is stuck in my head.  For those who don't know, every morning I wake up with a song in my head.  They are very random songs, covering all parts of the spectrum from nursery rhymes to classic rock songs to television jingles.  So, stay tuned from now on.  I didn't title this post with a song because it's 2pm, and I already forgot what song was playing in my head when I woke up.  I'll make a point to remember next time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks for your comments, Dad, Anne, Jon and Monica!  I feel special!  Don't worry, Dad, I'll try to stress less about finding a job.  If you know of any good job-finding websites in England, let me know!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Right now I'm sitting in one of USC's computer labs, about to start writing a lab report on "the overfishing of the world's waters."  Oh well, better get to it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17710554-112958314529316312?l=guamtrojan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://guamtrojan.blogspot.com/feeds/112958314529316312/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17710554&amp;postID=112958314529316312' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17710554/posts/default/112958314529316312'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17710554/posts/default/112958314529316312'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://guamtrojan.blogspot.com/2005/10/witty-titles.html' title='Witty Titles'/><author><name>Lindsay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07292054960706349566</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-17710554.post-112943094222938593</id><published>2005-10-15T21:24:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-10-16T14:11:33.550-05:00</updated><title type='text'>USC vs Notre Dame</title><content type='html'>Dude, wow, that game was INSANE.  I nearly had a heart attack a number of times.  Especially at the end when the announcers called the game and the ND fans rushed the field prematurely.  Hah, but we showed them.  And Leinart was so overcome, it was great.  Now THAT'S a game that'll be on ESPN Classic.  Best game ever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To add to my last post, the DCP interview went well, but I don't think I'll take it if it were offered.  It just isn't enough, I mean the bare bones of it is that it is a customer service/data entry position.  And it doesn't pay too well.  So, I think I'll pass.  I'm worth more than that (I hope).  Also, I have 2 more interviews to add to the list: &lt;a href="http://hitachiconsulting.com" target=new&gt;Hitachi Consulting&lt;/a&gt; and &lt;a href="http://www.cisco.com" target=new&gt;Cisco Systems&lt;/a&gt;.  Wow, don't I feel popular.  I really didn't think ANYBODY would be interested enough to actually interview me.  Let's see if their interest holds up enough to actually hire me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17710554-112943094222938593?l=guamtrojan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://guamtrojan.blogspot.com/feeds/112943094222938593/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17710554&amp;postID=112943094222938593' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17710554/posts/default/112943094222938593'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17710554/posts/default/112943094222938593'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://guamtrojan.blogspot.com/2005/10/usc-vs-notre-dame.html' title='USC vs Notre Dame'/><author><name>Lindsay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07292054960706349566</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-17710554.post-112923826762523354</id><published>2005-10-13T16:00:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-10-16T06:19:33.076-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The Job Search</title><content type='html'>So, it's my last semester in college (finally, I know). My plan so far is to go to England on the 18th of December. I bought a one-way ticket because I'm planning to be there for about 6 months. I say planning because it's all dependent on my job (or lack thereof). Therefore, I'm currently on the job hunt, interviewing with anyone who will give me the time. So far I've interviewed with &lt;a href="http://www.ey.com/" target=new&gt;Ernst &amp;amp; Young&lt;/a&gt;.  And I have a phone interviews with &lt;a href="http://www.disneyconsumerproducts.com/" target=new&gt;Disney Consumer Products&lt;/a&gt; and &lt;a href="http://www.avanade.com/" target=new&gt;Avanade&lt;/a&gt;. I'm supposed to have a phone interview with &lt;a href="http://www.microsoft.com" target=new&gt;Microsoft&lt;/a&gt; lined up, so the recruiter has told me...but it hasn't been scheduled yet. So far so good. I do basically have a job at &lt;a href="http://www.wellsfargo.com" target=new&gt;Wells Fargo&lt;/a&gt; if I want one, but I don't know...it wasn't a bad internship. The people are nice, the pay is &lt;i&gt;really&lt;/i&gt; good, but the work will probably not be challenging or anything. And it's a bank, so business is the name of the game, even though we generally get to wear jeans. Oh, I'm so confused. I just want to find a job and company that I LOVE and am passionate about. Maybe I'll find one in England, I don't know. But, until I find *the* job, the search goes on...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17710554-112923826762523354?l=guamtrojan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://guamtrojan.blogspot.com/feeds/112923826762523354/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17710554&amp;postID=112923826762523354' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17710554/posts/default/112923826762523354'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17710554/posts/default/112923826762523354'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://guamtrojan.blogspot.com/2005/10/job-search.html' title='The Job Search'/><author><name>Lindsay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07292054960706349566</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-17710554.post-112901076870263570</id><published>2005-10-11T01:03:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-10-11T01:06:08.706-05:00</updated><title type='text'>New Beginnings...</title><content type='html'>So, &lt;a href="http://symaxwell.blogspot.com"&gt;Seth and Amanda&lt;/a&gt; have inspired me to start a blog.  I figured that since I signed up for an account to publish comments, I might as well start a blog.  I thought I'd never be that person, oh well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not like this will ever get read anyways.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17710554-112901076870263570?l=guamtrojan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://guamtrojan.blogspot.com/feeds/112901076870263570/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17710554&amp;postID=112901076870263570' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17710554/posts/default/112901076870263570'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17710554/posts/default/112901076870263570'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://guamtrojan.blogspot.com/2005/10/new-beginnings.html' title='New Beginnings...'/><author><name>Lindsay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07292054960706349566</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>
