<?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-5322695643073176601</id><updated>2011-08-20T05:53:15.071-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Paucity of saucity</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emilyzoemann.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5322695643073176601/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emilyzoemann.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Emily</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03931373746631320746</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>27</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5322695643073176601.post-8364586184375091201</id><published>2009-09-30T20:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-30T20:56:26.708-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Its been a while</title><content type='html'>hello interwebs,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here is what is going on:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. I have no money&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Everything costs money&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. particularly my car which just cost me $500 and still needs another $400 of work&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. The above things make me sad&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But things are ok because:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Cornbread lets me pet him on the couch now, I know this is sad to be excited about but its almost like he is a cuddly pet&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. I am excited about the new house, we move this weekend and no more poop in the kitchen!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. The weather is so pretty outside&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am stressed stressed streesed about school, but I don't know why.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me and JerBear watched land before time tonight, parts were scary but it is still a good movie&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got three new gossip girl books at JR&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't judge me&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5322695643073176601-8364586184375091201?l=emilyzoemann.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emilyzoemann.blogspot.com/feeds/8364586184375091201/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5322695643073176601&amp;postID=8364586184375091201' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5322695643073176601/posts/default/8364586184375091201'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5322695643073176601/posts/default/8364586184375091201'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emilyzoemann.blogspot.com/2009/09/its-been-while.html' title='Its been a while'/><author><name>Emily</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03931373746631320746</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-5322695643073176601.post-1377055649358067568</id><published>2009-03-29T06:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-29T06:49:03.096-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Sunny day - Sweepin’ the clouds away</title><content type='html'>Oh the sun came out! its out and the rain and the clouds are gone!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yesterday me and Jeremy saw a band called hope for agoldensummer. It was so good, and made me happy. I don't like loud music I like happy music, even if the lyrics are sad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have to work on my bibliography today which is a little sad, but it will be ok.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me and Jeremy are going to Disney World for his graduation. We go on May 23 and are staying for 7 nights, madness =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jeremy loves music again, there are many different musical instruments in our home, I wish he would learn the saw.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been having a quarter life crisis lately. 25 seems old and like I should be "an adult" but I thing I will just continue being me because that works out pretty well.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5322695643073176601-1377055649358067568?l=emilyzoemann.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emilyzoemann.blogspot.com/feeds/1377055649358067568/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5322695643073176601&amp;postID=1377055649358067568' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5322695643073176601/posts/default/1377055649358067568'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5322695643073176601/posts/default/1377055649358067568'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emilyzoemann.blogspot.com/2009/03/sunny-day-sweepin-clouds-away.html' title='Sunny day - Sweepin’ the clouds away'/><author><name>Emily</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03931373746631320746</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-5322695643073176601.post-8497588605323780763</id><published>2009-01-22T20:49:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-22T21:02:34.665-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EkWDYNlHdwQ/SXlO67Chh7I/AAAAAAAAAFk/DZ5XSH0Yj8s/s1600-h/29-nice+detail+in+castle.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; 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text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EkWDYNlHdwQ/SXlO6diJBgI/AAAAAAAAAFU/QicDMFGP57I/s320/first+move+328.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5294349603217933826" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EkWDYNlHdwQ/SXlO57i6UsI/AAAAAAAAAFM/U9XZtABZ1o8/s1600-h/P1030170.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EkWDYNlHdwQ/SXlO57i6UsI/AAAAAAAAAFM/U9XZtABZ1o8/s320/P1030170.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5294349594094359234" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5322695643073176601-8497588605323780763?l=emilyzoemann.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emilyzoemann.blogspot.com/feeds/8497588605323780763/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5322695643073176601&amp;postID=8497588605323780763' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5322695643073176601/posts/default/8497588605323780763'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5322695643073176601/posts/default/8497588605323780763'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emilyzoemann.blogspot.com/2009/01/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>Emily</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03931373746631320746</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EkWDYNlHdwQ/SXlO67Chh7I/AAAAAAAAAFk/DZ5XSH0Yj8s/s72-c/29-nice+detail+in+castle.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5322695643073176601.post-4027409356433098020</id><published>2009-01-22T20:40:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-22T20:49:27.954-08:00</updated><title type='text'>lots of tidbits and such</title><content type='html'>today I started volunteering at the Friends Historical Collection, the archivist is so nice and she even remembered me from when I worked with her way back in 2004. She gave me some really good ideas about how to get to the places I wanted to be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cornbread is being such a sweet bunbun today, I don't expect it to last.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me and Jeremy played Wii sports and now both our right arms are killing us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I watched the entire series of Freaks and Geeks and Dead like me. I really need to stop picking dead shows to enjoy. I love How I met your mother and that's still on. I love Doogie Howser, doo doo doo doo doodoo dah da da da da da da doo da doo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm 25 old old old.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have a lot of homework but I'm pretty excited about my classes this semester.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Soon Twilight will be out on DVD and I will own it and it shall be mine, maybe I do wear my twilight hoodie every day so what!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I like to dance and kick, cornbread showed me how.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love how nice people are when you tell them your career aspirations and they work to help you achieve them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For my birthday I got 4 kinds of flavored popcorn, a pound of chocolate covered cherries, lots of chocolate, a gift certificate for a restaurant.....I think I need a new interest besides food. I've actually been a good girl and have been going back to the gym.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My sister sent me an amazing book called I'd tell you I love you but than I'd have to kill you. It's teen fiction about a spy school, obviously a winner.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5322695643073176601-4027409356433098020?l=emilyzoemann.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emilyzoemann.blogspot.com/feeds/4027409356433098020/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5322695643073176601&amp;postID=4027409356433098020' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5322695643073176601/posts/default/4027409356433098020'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5322695643073176601/posts/default/4027409356433098020'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emilyzoemann.blogspot.com/2009/01/lots-of-tidbits-and-such.html' title='lots of tidbits and such'/><author><name>Emily</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03931373746631320746</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-5322695643073176601.post-1421731508900645344</id><published>2008-10-16T06:24:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-16T06:43:52.370-07:00</updated><title type='text'>good times and easy living</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EkWDYNlHdwQ/SPdBwYpccxI/AAAAAAAAAEE/Fb8yL3iwwIw/s1600-h/IMG_0095.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EkWDYNlHdwQ/SPdBwYpccxI/AAAAAAAAAEE/Fb8yL3iwwIw/s320/IMG_0095.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5257743389484151570" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So things are good can't complain. School is pretty good. I'm actually relatively caught up with stuff and apparently amazing everyone with the fact that I have time to knit, shhh don't tell them I read too. My GA stuff is easy and thats nice. Also in my collections class I keep learning about all these awesome websites and thats pretty fun. So yeah school good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday me and Jeremy went to the Guilford Courthouse National Park Museum, which he didn't believe exsisted. Those handsome gentlemen to the left are a part of the display. It was a tiny museum but really well put together and the gift shop rocked! There were s&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love my iphone I get to take pictures always and check my email and the internet, it fuels the addiction!!! Mary Ann just got one and she's pretty much obsessed as well, Dottie is mostly obsessed with the Halloween application, that girl loves halloween =).&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EkWDYNlHdwQ/SPdD14wpJZI/AAAAAAAAAEM/Z_uYstkZ_Io/s1600-h/Photo+124.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EkWDYNlHdwQ/SPdD14wpJZI/AAAAAAAAAEM/Z_uYstkZ_Io/s320/Photo+124.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5257745683026879890" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cornbread needs to eat more hay and less pellots and maybe not be a pudgy bunny but he does not agree. look at that evil eyebrow ridge going on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are two problems with our domestic bliss. One is ants, millions of ants trying to eat and kill me in the kitchen. It's war and they keep to be winning, despite all the bug killer we lay on them. The other problem is a ghost. It lives in the hallway. Cornbread discovered it. He's like fine and then gets freaked out and thumps his foot at us to warn us of danger. Also there is dried blood that has dripped down the wall. So yes we may be looking to move if finances allow. Or maybe we could train the ants to wage their war upon the ghost and rid us of his presence. Or maybe the ghost could rid us of the ants, I hear that animals arn't crazy for ghosts, cornbread certainly isn't. If we move we are going to get some finches and a beta fish so that Jeremy can say he has a bird, a betta and bunny. Alleteration is fun.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5322695643073176601-1421731508900645344?l=emilyzoemann.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emilyzoemann.blogspot.com/feeds/1421731508900645344/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5322695643073176601&amp;postID=1421731508900645344' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5322695643073176601/posts/default/1421731508900645344'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5322695643073176601/posts/default/1421731508900645344'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emilyzoemann.blogspot.com/2008/10/good-times-and-easy-living.html' title='good times and easy living'/><author><name>Emily</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03931373746631320746</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EkWDYNlHdwQ/SPdBwYpccxI/AAAAAAAAAEE/Fb8yL3iwwIw/s72-c/IMG_0095.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5322695643073176601.post-4010491271995330687</id><published>2008-09-26T20:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-26T20:37:40.586-07:00</updated><title type='text'>flowers for algernon</title><content type='html'>Me, Jeremy and cornbread just read each other the short story, Flowers for Algernon. I've read the book but not the short story before. Its so sad. By the end we all cried. except cornbread. Cornbread just ate kale and hopped (but really I think he was a little sad and just was too embarrassed to say anything).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We went to JR today and got towels and I got two knitting books. ohhh I absolutely love knitting. and room service. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;someone please remember to put flowers on Algernons grave.....ohh just typing that made me cry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On time in California I told my friend Ashley that watching the color purple always made me cry at the end. She had grown up in LA and her dad was in "the business" i.e. he worked in Hollywood and she said oh I never cry at movies. So I made her watch the color purple with me in one the student lounges on a big screen tv. We watched it and at the end when the sisters are reunited I looked over and sure enough there were tears in her eyes. I cried too. but than again I cry at the lion king, and buffy the vampire slayer, and the Sarah McLachlan commercial for shelter dogs.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5322695643073176601-4010491271995330687?l=emilyzoemann.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emilyzoemann.blogspot.com/feeds/4010491271995330687/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5322695643073176601&amp;postID=4010491271995330687' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5322695643073176601/posts/default/4010491271995330687'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5322695643073176601/posts/default/4010491271995330687'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emilyzoemann.blogspot.com/2008/09/flowers-for-algernon.html' title='flowers for algernon'/><author><name>Emily</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03931373746631320746</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-5322695643073176601.post-7497743987274231169</id><published>2008-09-19T06:39:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-19T07:06:39.391-07:00</updated><title type='text'>here's the thing of it</title><content type='html'>1) I got an iPhone, its awesome.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2) a month before I got the iPhone I purchased an iPod touch which was awesome but not as awesome as I wanted it to be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3) 2 days after I got the iPhone and was looking the sell my iPod, Apple came out with a new and improved iPod touch that is $100 less.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4) I sold my iPod touch (at a huge loss). It made me a bit grumpy especially because if I had found the reciept I could have returned it to wallmart. Who knew that you can return open electronics to wallmart now? I certainly didn't. I was mad, I was sick about it, but its something I just have to come to terms with.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cornbread got neutered yesterday. I think me and Jeremy are more traumatized by the event than him. We both spent the whole day worrying if he was ok and gonna live, what if his tiny bunny breath stopped! But it didn't, he's ok and sleeping. He already wants to play but the vet said he has to stay mostly in his cage for a week! Poor cornbread, thats gonna be worse for him than any ball cutting off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EkWDYNlHdwQ/SNOvwRcQxQI/AAAAAAAAAD0/KfDp_aos4xc/s1600-h/IMG_0044.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EkWDYNlHdwQ/SNOvwRcQxQI/AAAAAAAAAD0/KfDp_aos4xc/s320/IMG_0044.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5247731234667283714" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;here is a picture of cornbread marking him carrier with his chin, as you can see he is clearly traumatized.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I'm working on either crocheting or knitting the most awesome Buffy the Vampire Slayer blanket, it should be the most awesome thing ever. It will probably be done around 2015. I finished my blue blanket, its huge, it fits our queen size bed. Unfortunately I must not have been paying attention and on one side its like two feet longer than on the other side. Jeremy is much taller than me so the blanket it for him and me to share....&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EkWDYNlHdwQ/SNOwlfALYuI/AAAAAAAAAD8/2tiFMv4_KxI/s1600-h/IMG_0039.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EkWDYNlHdwQ/SNOwlfALYuI/AAAAAAAAAD8/2tiFMv4_KxI/s320/IMG_0039.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5247732148840653538" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5322695643073176601-7497743987274231169?l=emilyzoemann.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emilyzoemann.blogspot.com/feeds/7497743987274231169/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5322695643073176601&amp;postID=7497743987274231169' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5322695643073176601/posts/default/7497743987274231169'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5322695643073176601/posts/default/7497743987274231169'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emilyzoemann.blogspot.com/2008/09/heres-thing-of-it.html' title='here&apos;s the thing of it'/><author><name>Emily</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03931373746631320746</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EkWDYNlHdwQ/SNOvwRcQxQI/AAAAAAAAAD0/KfDp_aos4xc/s72-c/IMG_0044.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5322695643073176601.post-7189614510942825474</id><published>2008-08-04T05:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-04T14:22:51.663-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Rabbits are real pets</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_EkWDYNlHdwQ/SJbysSnGbiI/AAAAAAAAADE/jwTHSGnR_cM/s1600-h/P7190023.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_EkWDYNlHdwQ/SJbysSnGbiI/AAAAAAAAADE/jwTHSGnR_cM/s320/P7190023.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5230634859961413154" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let me begin by saying I never wanted a bunny for a pet. I thought they were boring because they didn't make noise ,and to be honest their hopping kinda freaked me out.  But me and Jeremy really wanted a pet and he was suggesting a turtle, which didn't really fill the cute factor with me.  A dog is as much work as a child and a cat would be great if me and Jeremy were not allergic. Than I got a new co-worker that bred bunnies. I off-handedly asked her about them one day and she had one she was going to give away for free because his right foot had been broken by his mommy and he had a limp. If you know Jeremy at all you know he loves an animal with a handicap (cross-eyed cats, etc.) so I figured a limping bunny was up his alley.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We decided to get the bunny and the first day I was terrified of him.  Especially the way he jumped and started every time I touched him. He was scared and so was I. But guess what? Bunnies do have personality. Cornbread (our bunny) started to show his personality once he was more settled. He loves to run and hop and lay out on the ac vent and rolls his eyes when you annoy him. He also will bring his face close to yours and tickle you with his whiskers. However, bunnies are not show-offs.  When you bring a new person Cornbread is nervous and does not "perform" like a cat or dog. With a bunny you have to earn his trust to see what he is really like.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So in response to people who seem to think that bunnies aren't "real" pets, the answer is that they are!  You obviously just haven't gotten to know one.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5322695643073176601-7189614510942825474?l=emilyzoemann.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emilyzoemann.blogspot.com/feeds/7189614510942825474/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5322695643073176601&amp;postID=7189614510942825474' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5322695643073176601/posts/default/7189614510942825474'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5322695643073176601/posts/default/7189614510942825474'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emilyzoemann.blogspot.com/2008/08/rabbits-are-real-pets.html' title='Rabbits are real pets'/><author><name>Emily</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03931373746631320746</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_EkWDYNlHdwQ/SJbysSnGbiI/AAAAAAAAADE/jwTHSGnR_cM/s72-c/P7190023.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5322695643073176601.post-408378557215314925</id><published>2008-07-17T18:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-17T19:00:00.826-07:00</updated><title type='text'>RRRRAARRRRR</title><content type='html'>wanna see a picture of the world's scariest dinosaur? here it is....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_EkWDYNlHdwQ/SH_4w6hwxiI/AAAAAAAAAC8/PdcYpcMvi2o/s1600-h/IMG_1945.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_EkWDYNlHdwQ/SH_4w6hwxiI/AAAAAAAAAC8/PdcYpcMvi2o/s320/IMG_1945.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5224167612001338914" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;if you want to see it in person, go to the natural science center but don't blame me if you have nightmares&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5322695643073176601-408378557215314925?l=emilyzoemann.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emilyzoemann.blogspot.com/feeds/408378557215314925/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5322695643073176601&amp;postID=408378557215314925' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5322695643073176601/posts/default/408378557215314925'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5322695643073176601/posts/default/408378557215314925'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emilyzoemann.blogspot.com/2008/07/rrrraarrrrr.html' title='RRRRAARRRRR'/><author><name>Emily</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03931373746631320746</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_EkWDYNlHdwQ/SH_4w6hwxiI/AAAAAAAAAC8/PdcYpcMvi2o/s72-c/IMG_1945.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5322695643073176601.post-4775579448054332338</id><published>2008-07-10T07:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-10T07:18:57.013-07:00</updated><title type='text'>very bad day</title><content type='html'>I'm having a no good, very bad day. and it's only 10:00 am.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last night I got a call at like 2:00am, it was an unknown number that wouldn't show on my phone and someone left a vm that was like white noise and a scary voice saying "I'm going to kill you". not a nice message to get in the middle of the night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Both my arms are killing me because I had to get a shot in each one for school and than when I was walking out of the door to get to work a bee stung me in the back of the neck. I got to work and they said I could go get some benodryl so I went to the drugstore and when I got there is was out of buisness and going onto auction. no &lt;br /&gt;medicine for me =(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I'm at work with more work than I can possibley ever get done and going crazy. Also I tried to update my ipod this morning and instead I just found out it earased everything. So I have 40 lbs of filing and no music.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;everything sucks and I hate everything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also I got my new digital camera and its awesome but the memory chip doesn't come until next week so now I can only take 6 photos at a time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today has been a no good, horrible, very bad day. (I think I'll move to new zeland)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5322695643073176601-4775579448054332338?l=emilyzoemann.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emilyzoemann.blogspot.com/feeds/4775579448054332338/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5322695643073176601&amp;postID=4775579448054332338' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5322695643073176601/posts/default/4775579448054332338'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5322695643073176601/posts/default/4775579448054332338'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emilyzoemann.blogspot.com/2008/07/very-bad-day.html' title='very bad day'/><author><name>Emily</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03931373746631320746</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-5322695643073176601.post-7784050755695332733</id><published>2008-06-28T05:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-28T06:27:11.841-07:00</updated><title type='text'>International District</title><content type='html'>so much to talk about..... First of all I want to tell you about our bunny, we thought about naming him something from the bible, like Moses, or something from Greek Mythology, like Zues, instead we went with the name that fit him most....Cornbread. I don't have any batteries for my computer but I assure you he is a most disapproving rabbit, he has a little grumpy face and he is a holland lop so both ears are supposed to be floppy but most of the time Cornbread sticks one ear up while the other one flops. He was an adopted Bunny, his mommy stomped on him foot and broke it, it healed wrong so he doesn't hop exactly right but he still gets where he wants to. We've only had him one day but he's started using is litter box, he is a genius rabbit obviously. Jeremy loves him an awful lot and is being more of a worryer than me about bun bun. Anyway hes very shy so if you meet him he will probably be boring but I assure you he is growing into a very nice personality.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now on the the title of the blog. Me and Jeremy live in what we like the call the International District, its a little bit ghetto but actually there are some amazing stores and restaurants. We live about ten minutes away from the International Mall or FantaCity. Let me tell you a little about this place, first of all me and Jeremy have been going since it opened, we were a little worried about it because its always empty. Adding to the creepiness when you go in it looks like an abondaned school where they have installed plate glass windows into the classrooms, the halls are narrow and low ceilinged and thanks to the community center in the back it usually has a large group of unsupervised children running around speaking either Spanish or an Asian language. The kids always give you a dirty look like you are some creep trying to watch them on the playground, when in actuality you are trying to shop. Here is the problem with shopping, there are only like 4 stores and they are usually closed. Here are our favorite ones, the Vietnamese coffee and boba tea and gelato shop( that is all one shop they like to diversify), the Indu Convenient Store( actually an amazing store and they will tell you how to prepare anything in there too, super nice) and the Latino cowboy store that got one of its mannequin from the porn store (she has got some big tata's.). Anyway thats what the FantaCity used to be like but they just put in a huge Grocery store that should bring in real business. This grocery store, called the Super G Mart is AMAZING!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The fruit and veggie isle alone could have volumes written on it, there were like 4 different types of banana, 7 types of eggplant, banana leaves, huge boxes of fruit I've never heard of, so many different greens. And the prices? Let me tell you buddy they are awesome, we went on grand opening day so I can't tell you if the prices will stay the same but on the day we went they were really low. Did I talk about the Tofu yet? on my god a wall of different kinds of tofu, regular, baked, deep fried, in various forms. There was a freezer case full of different red bean buns, two aisles of frozen veggie dumplings and gyoza. We spent at least half an hour in the candy and cookie aisle, I love foreign cookies!!!! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All and all the super G mart is the place to be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In additional ID(international district) news we went to the vaca romana taquaria last night......oh my god soooooooo good. We didn't know what to try and we kept staring at other peoples tables to see what they got so we kinda ordered the whole menu, plus at the end we got cake. My favorite thing was the sopa's they were like deep fried corn things with beans and cheese and lettece and avacado and cream and this really good salsa, mmmmm. Jeremy got these corn sausage potato deep fried things that looked good, also his tacos had a yummy tortilla. I'm sure there was lard in everything I ate but it sure was yummy and its no fun to be such a strict vegetarian. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so in conclusion, we love the international district and also Cornbread (the bunny)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5322695643073176601-7784050755695332733?l=emilyzoemann.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emilyzoemann.blogspot.com/feeds/7784050755695332733/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5322695643073176601&amp;postID=7784050755695332733' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5322695643073176601/posts/default/7784050755695332733'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5322695643073176601/posts/default/7784050755695332733'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emilyzoemann.blogspot.com/2008/06/international-district.html' title='International District'/><author><name>Emily</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03931373746631320746</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-5322695643073176601.post-8612315865014808618</id><published>2008-06-14T05:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-14T06:12:23.925-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Pizza for breakfast</title><content type='html'>Lazy Saturdays are needed to make up for Lazy workdays. I know I should go to the Gym today cause I only went once this week, but I'm thinking this is just a bad Gym week cause I really don't feel like going. I'm trying to buy a new digital camera but there are too many choices and I don't actually have that much money. What I do have is ebay mania, if its not nailed down I'm selling it. I'm driving to Durham today, oh the gas prices make me cry. This a boring post but I want to post more so there you go. Last night was good me and Jeremy just laid around in bed and read. I finished the new David Sedaris, its was pretty funny, a good portion of it was about him quitting smoking in Tokyo. I want to go to Tokya, also India, also China, also the beach, also anywhere =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love Ogden Nash, here is one of his poems:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; The Purist &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I give you now Professor Twist,&lt;br /&gt;A conscientious scientist,&lt;br /&gt;Trustees exclaimed, "He never bungles!"&lt;br /&gt;And sent him off to distant jungles.&lt;br /&gt;Camped on a tropic riverside,&lt;br /&gt;One day he missed his loving bride.&lt;br /&gt;She had, the guide informed him later,&lt;br /&gt;Been eaten by an alligator.&lt;br /&gt;Professor Twist could not but smile.&lt;br /&gt;"You mean," he said, "a crocodile."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;here is another:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; The Cow&lt;br /&gt;by Ogden Nash&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;The cow is of the bovine ilk;&lt;br /&gt;One end is moo, the other, milk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;here is one by me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last Nights Dinner&lt;br /&gt;by Emily Mann&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh last nights dinner was so Yum&lt;br /&gt;but now the plate is covered in scum&lt;br /&gt;The dishes call out, "Em, please wash us"&lt;br /&gt;I wish they wouldn't cause such a big fuss&lt;br /&gt;I'd rather sleep or read a book&lt;br /&gt;than have to clean the breakfast nook&lt;br /&gt;but, once cleanings done, then I'll be happy&lt;br /&gt;cause I can take a little nappy&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5322695643073176601-8612315865014808618?l=emilyzoemann.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emilyzoemann.blogspot.com/feeds/8612315865014808618/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5322695643073176601&amp;postID=8612315865014808618' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5322695643073176601/posts/default/8612315865014808618'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5322695643073176601/posts/default/8612315865014808618'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emilyzoemann.blogspot.com/2008/06/pizza-for-breakfast.html' title='Pizza for breakfast'/><author><name>Emily</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03931373746631320746</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-5322695643073176601.post-759095744312520692</id><published>2008-06-11T09:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-11T09:52:31.897-07:00</updated><title type='text'>at work</title><content type='html'>I'm at work, you can't blog at work cause you should be working. My cell phone is small and keeps telling me I have a Voice mail but it is lying. I have some cherries in the refridgerator that I'm excited about. I wish I could eat brownies all day and not gain weight. The gym is less fun now that I'm actully running instead of walking. the thing at the bottom of this posting box says labels for this post: e.g. scooters, vacation, fall. I am interested in all of those things. Do they deliver cupcakes?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5322695643073176601-759095744312520692?l=emilyzoemann.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emilyzoemann.blogspot.com/feeds/759095744312520692/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5322695643073176601&amp;postID=759095744312520692' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5322695643073176601/posts/default/759095744312520692'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5322695643073176601/posts/default/759095744312520692'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emilyzoemann.blogspot.com/2008/06/at-work.html' title='at work'/><author><name>Emily</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03931373746631320746</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-5322695643073176601.post-5967422399607740743</id><published>2008-06-11T05:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-11T05:12:30.048-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Wednesday is today</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EkWDYNlHdwQ/SE_At1pwuoI/AAAAAAAAACM/THsXiaZ857U/s1600-h/IMG_1861.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EkWDYNlHdwQ/SE_At1pwuoI/AAAAAAAAACM/THsXiaZ857U/s320/IMG_1861.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5210595187619838594" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;today is me and Jeremy's three year anniversary. This is a very long time =). I had a dream they had cake for me at work, but this seems unlikely. arn't you glad its cherry season? I am. when me and Jeremy first started dating three years ago we used to eat tons of cherrys and bread and cheese and sit in his studio apartment. That was a weird apartment, this one girl that lived in the same house was obsessed with jeremy she was a bit scary. I got the new David Sedaris book, its good but I forgot how his books of tape are so much better, he just makes things sound funnyer than I do in my head. I'm trying to imagine his voice while I read. I have to go to work now. Its ok though cause maybe it won't last too long. by the way I think I'm having weirder and weirder dreams ever since Jeremy started his dream class, I think he might be learning how to do the voodoo on me&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5322695643073176601-5967422399607740743?l=emilyzoemann.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emilyzoemann.blogspot.com/feeds/5967422399607740743/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5322695643073176601&amp;postID=5967422399607740743' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5322695643073176601/posts/default/5967422399607740743'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5322695643073176601/posts/default/5967422399607740743'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emilyzoemann.blogspot.com/2008/06/wednesday-is-today.html' title='Wednesday is today'/><author><name>Emily</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03931373746631320746</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EkWDYNlHdwQ/SE_At1pwuoI/AAAAAAAAACM/THsXiaZ857U/s72-c/IMG_1861.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5322695643073176601.post-7694093024229690671</id><published>2008-06-10T05:03:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-10T05:15:47.473-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Go ask Jeremy</title><content type='html'>you should ask jeremy about his new asus. Its a mini computer and its so tiny and cute I have a case of the green eyed monsters for it. it even has multiple penguin themed games. did you know we have a Wii, its super fun me and jeremy got it for each other for our three year anniversary which is tomorrow! Niether of us is good at waiting to give presents, we want to give them as soon as we get them =). I can't wait for school to start and before that I am excited to go to the beach. I created a movement that deals with rising gas prices and growing waistlines its called suburban hiking, its pretty much just trying to walk everywhere, but we are working on a manifesto.  here are some pictures&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EkWDYNlHdwQ/SE5uxnvJt9I/AAAAAAAAABs/5pHz5GNoDds/s1600-h/IMG_1934.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EkWDYNlHdwQ/SE5uxnvJt9I/AAAAAAAAABs/5pHz5GNoDds/s320/IMG_1934.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5210223617673639890" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EkWDYNlHdwQ/SE5vS-6Z1pI/AAAAAAAAAB0/Qzl20HGisE4/s1600-h/IMG_1940.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EkWDYNlHdwQ/SE5vS-6Z1pI/AAAAAAAAAB0/Qzl20HGisE4/s320/IMG_1940.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5210224190830532242" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EkWDYNlHdwQ/SE5wAGRUegI/AAAAAAAAAB8/iUFykpCo74c/s1600-h/IMG_1948.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EkWDYNlHdwQ/SE5wAGRUegI/AAAAAAAAAB8/iUFykpCo74c/s320/IMG_1948.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5210224965899811330" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EkWDYNlHdwQ/SE5wP0D9ocI/AAAAAAAAACE/LP-2_bBU6qI/s1600-h/IMG_1845.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EkWDYNlHdwQ/SE5wP0D9ocI/AAAAAAAAACE/LP-2_bBU6qI/s320/IMG_1845.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5210225235889856962" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5322695643073176601-7694093024229690671?l=emilyzoemann.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emilyzoemann.blogspot.com/feeds/7694093024229690671/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5322695643073176601&amp;postID=7694093024229690671' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5322695643073176601/posts/default/7694093024229690671'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5322695643073176601/posts/default/7694093024229690671'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emilyzoemann.blogspot.com/2008/06/go-ask-jeremy.html' title='Go ask Jeremy'/><author><name>Emily</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03931373746631320746</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EkWDYNlHdwQ/SE5uxnvJt9I/AAAAAAAAABs/5pHz5GNoDds/s72-c/IMG_1934.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5322695643073176601.post-614801400712242129</id><published>2008-01-29T17:47:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-29T17:58:18.292-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Stressed beyond belief</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EkWDYNlHdwQ/R5_ZkGFL55I/AAAAAAAAABk/RyspwN3mTuM/s1600-h/IMG_1691.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EkWDYNlHdwQ/R5_ZkGFL55I/AAAAAAAAABk/RyspwN3mTuM/s320/IMG_1691.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5161082912120760210" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm literally holding all my stress in my neck and back. I can hardly turn my head or lift my arms. Part of me says its the GRE's it hardly even counts for getting into grad school and the other part says this is your future your fucking around with....study study study. And another part says watch out for Louisa the squishy octopus. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't even drive recently, I'm like an old person. The routes I'm used to I have no problem with but than I go a different way than I'm used to and I feel like I'm going to hit everything with my car. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I talked to Abby and she quizzed me on vocab words and I did ok but than I try and remember words and I go blank.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am not solvent, I am in pecuniary trouble,I need to practice parsimony habits.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe its not stress, maybe I have meningitis. Do you think ETS will give me my money back if I miss the GRE's due to extreme meningitis?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5322695643073176601-614801400712242129?l=emilyzoemann.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emilyzoemann.blogspot.com/feeds/614801400712242129/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5322695643073176601&amp;postID=614801400712242129' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5322695643073176601/posts/default/614801400712242129'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5322695643073176601/posts/default/614801400712242129'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emilyzoemann.blogspot.com/2008/01/stressed-beyond-belief.html' title='Stressed beyond belief'/><author><name>Emily</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03931373746631320746</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EkWDYNlHdwQ/R5_ZkGFL55I/AAAAAAAAABk/RyspwN3mTuM/s72-c/IMG_1691.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5322695643073176601.post-8070737527777919340</id><published>2008-01-22T18:36:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-22T18:56:35.647-08:00</updated><title type='text'>hot hat hope hall how high home</title><content type='html'>Is it wrong that I like the new Ashley Simpson Song? I think it might be but I don't care =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Did you know that I'm 24 years old now? Thats pretty old. I don't even get carded anymore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last night Jeremy woke me up at 1 am. We f&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EkWDYNlHdwQ/R5assWFL54I/AAAAAAAAABc/ywxageLpJK4/s1600-h/IMG_1652.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EkWDYNlHdwQ/R5assWFL54I/AAAAAAAAABc/ywxageLpJK4/s320/IMG_1652.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5158500301041035138" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;inally caught our mouse but neither of us knew what to do with him. So we went out to the dumpster in the parking lot of the office building next door and let him go in there. I figure a dumpster full of food should be heaven to a mouse. Mouse could have lived harmoniously with us if he hadn't insisted on burring his way through a loaf of bread and pooping everywhere including the counter, under the stove, on the cabinets and under the couch ewwwwwww&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We did some rearranging yesterday it makes our apartment happier, you should come over and see it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Right now we are watching the worlds most boring movie its called 1492 and there was like a 20 minute part of feet walking in water. Jeremy has to watch it for his class. Oh no in the movie they started chopping up Indians! its now a gross boring movie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Did you know I got a kindle? It won't come for a really long time though because its on back order. I can't wait to get it and than it shall be mine and I'll love it and pet it and name it kindle. I'm gonna get a million books and carry them around and dance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jeremy made a casserole today it was yummy it had noodles and onions and broccoli and tomato and zucchini and carrots.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I take the GRE's in three weeks its gonna be not so fun. Than I have to do applications which are also not so fun. Ay Caramba.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm so excited for us to clean up our apartment and make it pretty and than we will dance around in circles. We watched Stomp the Yard yesterday it was amazing. They made these really cool hand signs. Ask Jeremy to make one next time you see him. Of course Jeremy is the only one that reads this so Jeremy when you read this ask yourself to show you your hand signals.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am going to move to the Caribbean where it does not ice or snow.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5322695643073176601-8070737527777919340?l=emilyzoemann.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emilyzoemann.blogspot.com/feeds/8070737527777919340/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5322695643073176601&amp;postID=8070737527777919340' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5322695643073176601/posts/default/8070737527777919340'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5322695643073176601/posts/default/8070737527777919340'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emilyzoemann.blogspot.com/2008/01/hot-hat-hope-hall-how-high-home.html' title='hot hat hope hall how high home'/><author><name>Emily</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03931373746631320746</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EkWDYNlHdwQ/R5assWFL54I/AAAAAAAAABc/ywxageLpJK4/s72-c/IMG_1652.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5322695643073176601.post-651069148333056013</id><published>2007-11-26T07:06:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-26T07:25:52.835-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Grandiloquence</title><content type='html'>n. Pompous speech or expression&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Man oh man am I sick of being sick, its been about a month now and I'm pretty sure my nose is going to fall off from being blown so much, jeremy says I'm a hypochondriac for looking on webMD for my symptoms but I like to think of myself as an informed consumer. I'm not gonna bother going to the doctor cause my doctor always is about two hours late seeing me and than tells me its allergies, seriously thats always her answer, also sometimes you talks to you with the stethoscope still in her ears, how can you take a person like that seriously? anyway I think I want a new doctor, does anyone know of a good doctor her in the g-boro?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have to go to work in a minute, I don't want to cause I'm a sicky-poo. I just called in, she told me to stay home cause I sort of sound like a frog with all the flem in my throat.  I'll still have to go to borders but working for 6 hours is better that 11.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In other news when you work at borders there is a table in the back with boxes of books, cds and posters, you can take three things home with you every night if you want. I have been getting all this teenage chick lit, its amazing. I also got jeremy a banjo cd that he really likes so score one for me! ( that boy is impossible to get things for!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've gotten really into crocheting again, its such a fun hobby. I really want to start a knitting/crocheting circle with some people my age in town. I started teaching dottie to knit so the beginning of my plan is working.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;now its time to go blow my nose some more&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5322695643073176601-651069148333056013?l=emilyzoemann.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emilyzoemann.blogspot.com/feeds/651069148333056013/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5322695643073176601&amp;postID=651069148333056013' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5322695643073176601/posts/default/651069148333056013'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5322695643073176601/posts/default/651069148333056013'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emilyzoemann.blogspot.com/2007/11/grandiloquence.html' title='Grandiloquence'/><author><name>Emily</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03931373746631320746</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-5322695643073176601.post-3523081310479966117</id><published>2007-10-02T12:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-02T13:00:50.863-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Mollify. v.</title><content type='html'>to calm or soothe, reduce in emotional intensity&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm such a couch potato! I have been watching Angel on DVD for the past few months and I love it! I never watched it really when Buffy was on cause I had that to watch so now its like this whole new magic series with lots of the same characters. I also watched Gossip Girl online today and it also rocks, why must I love trashy tv so much?  Today Jeremy finally got his workers comp paperwork and since I had to go downtown anyway to return library books I stopped by the office to Silvia. It was crazy almost everyone that had worked there when I was there has quit or been fired. I love Silvia so much I am making her go see Isabel Allende with me. She said we will tell Isabel Allende that we are Chileans and then she will be our friends, we will just ignore my lack of spanish and very pale skin =). I just finished reading a very strange chicklit book my sister gave me called &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;High Maintenance.&lt;/span&gt; It was just a very weird book where the main character finds a gun that she likes to carry around, dates a married man who bites off her ear, misses her apartment more than her ex-husband but when she gets it back decides to sell it instead. Also lots of weirdos like blind judges and butchy lesbians keep falling in love with her...... anyway can't say I would recommend that one. Well I'm off to rummage the house for some chocolate.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5322695643073176601-3523081310479966117?l=emilyzoemann.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emilyzoemann.blogspot.com/feeds/3523081310479966117/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5322695643073176601&amp;postID=3523081310479966117' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5322695643073176601/posts/default/3523081310479966117'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5322695643073176601/posts/default/3523081310479966117'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emilyzoemann.blogspot.com/2007/10/mollify-v.html' title='Mollify. v.'/><author><name>Emily</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03931373746631320746</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-5322695643073176601.post-7816712460380234037</id><published>2007-09-22T19:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-22T20:07:40.390-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Nostrum. n.</title><content type='html'>cure-all, placebo, questionable remedy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have to admit this word appeals to me since it makes me think of nordstroms. I just had to most amazing ice cream bar ever, its was ben and jerry's with a brownie on bottom ice cream with cookie dough in it in the middle and chocolate drizzled on top, it was nummylicious, the lady checking us out tried to steal it from me and seemed jealous that I found it which is silly since she works there and probably gets a discount on it anyway. I was in a poopy mood today but than I went on a walk and jeremy got me that ice cream and there was a degrassi marathon on tv so things got better.  I'm watching an ancient SNL with britney spears on it, its so sad she used to be skinny and dance and sing and not be a scary train wreak, I've decided to pretend she died at 23 and will only remember as she was not as she is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Training for Old Salem went really well, I learned so much about salem's history. My favorite part though was the architectural walking tour it was really cool and I told the guy who was giving it that I was trying to get into the historic preservation program and he told me I should definitely take his course he gives every summer for historic preservation which I have meant to take for the past three summers. Anyway it just made me super excited. I start working on Monday in the house but I don't get my costume yet cause the costume lady is out sick =(. But I'll get a dress eventually.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next week is going to be pretty awesome, Monday is the premier of Heros, Tuesday me and Dottie are going to go to Salem so I can see the museum as a whole also Dottie has never been! Wednesday I work and should have my costume by than also top model!, Thursday I'm having dinner with my sister and her husband cause they are driving in from Indiana for my sister's friend's wedding. Friday is exciting just cause it is so there.  The only downside is I'm not going to be able to spend a lot of quality time with Jeremy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In closing the flight of the choncords is so silly...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The humans are dead, affirmative I just poked one it was dead&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5322695643073176601-7816712460380234037?l=emilyzoemann.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emilyzoemann.blogspot.com/feeds/7816712460380234037/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5322695643073176601&amp;postID=7816712460380234037' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5322695643073176601/posts/default/7816712460380234037'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5322695643073176601/posts/default/7816712460380234037'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emilyzoemann.blogspot.com/2007/09/nostrum-n.html' title='Nostrum. n.'/><author><name>Emily</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03931373746631320746</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-5322695643073176601.post-427197089599112618</id><published>2007-09-11T08:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-11T09:17:13.103-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Pluck. n.</title><content type='html'>courage, spunk, fortitude&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So things are going really well for me. I still don't have any money but I got a job that I'm proud of at old salem, plus I get to dress up funny, me and Jeremy finally got the house cleaned up, I like to roll around on the freshly vacuumed floors, and for some reason I just find myself loving Jeremy even more every day, I'm so proud of all the hard work he is putting in to school and working and even though its hard I know he can do it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm finally getting into this whole being an adult thing. My problem last year was just this struggle t&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EkWDYNlHdwQ/Rua9UTaA7jI/AAAAAAAAABM/fws2JiXH60c/s1600-h/Photo+101.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 159px; height: 119px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EkWDYNlHdwQ/Rua9UTaA7jI/AAAAAAAAABM/fws2JiXH60c/s320/Photo+101.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5108978983802826290" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;o define myself, I had been a student for so long that I didn't know what I was without that. But I think taking this time off work has really helped me to understand I don't exactly have to have a clear definition of myself to be happy. So yeah I'm sorry to anyone I complained to about how much it sucks to graduate from college, it doesn't suck it's good, just different.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hehe speaking of being an adult the other day at Libby Lu we had a staff meeting and all the high school girls were shocked to find out I wasn't in high school anymore. And I thought I had started looking old, guess not =).&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5322695643073176601-427197089599112618?l=emilyzoemann.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emilyzoemann.blogspot.com/feeds/427197089599112618/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5322695643073176601&amp;postID=427197089599112618' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5322695643073176601/posts/default/427197089599112618'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5322695643073176601/posts/default/427197089599112618'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emilyzoemann.blogspot.com/2007/09/pluck-n.html' title='Pluck. n.'/><author><name>Emily</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03931373746631320746</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EkWDYNlHdwQ/Rua9UTaA7jI/AAAAAAAAABM/fws2JiXH60c/s72-c/Photo+101.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5322695643073176601.post-4199832945775461973</id><published>2007-09-07T15:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-07T15:18:01.389-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Stygian. adj.</title><content type='html'>gloomy, dark&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today I'm not stygian, because I got the job at Old Salem! It doesn't pay great and I'll have to get another part time job but its going to be fun and great for my resume and getting into grad school! I get to dress up and wear a funny hat so what can be wrong with that? I had two interviews on Monday but I canceled them since I won't be taking a full time job yet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In other news I just ate a marshmallow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S. it looks like puppies and giant tree sloths are winning in my poll....why is is no one loves a manhole?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5322695643073176601-4199832945775461973?l=emilyzoemann.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emilyzoemann.blogspot.com/feeds/4199832945775461973/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5322695643073176601&amp;postID=4199832945775461973' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5322695643073176601/posts/default/4199832945775461973'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5322695643073176601/posts/default/4199832945775461973'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emilyzoemann.blogspot.com/2007/09/stygian-adj.html' title='Stygian. adj.'/><author><name>Emily</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03931373746631320746</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-5322695643073176601.post-7858479195443989154</id><published>2007-09-03T19:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-03T20:13:21.238-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Churlish. adj</title><content type='html'>boorish, vulgar, loutish, difficult or intractable&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Job interview tomorrow, it makes me nervous.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am reading a copy of Adrian Mole: the wilderness years I got at the free section of Ed Mkays. It is signed by the author. This part of a British series written in the late 80's and early 90's. The character is an unlikeable spotty teenage boy. This book is about him as a young adult. I remember reading these in 5th grade and kinda seeing the humor but mostly just feeling intense embaressment for the main character and his stupidness. This time around I actually understand the satire and am really enjoying the book. It's funny how that works when you go back and read a book you read as a little kid and the words are the same but its just so completely different. We had so many books lying around when I was younger. I remember I read &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I never prom&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;ised you a rose garden&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Girl, interrupted ( two books by patients in mental institutions)&lt;/span&gt; when I was about 9 and was just kinda horrified and embarrassed to be reading them. I went so far as to try and hide that I was really them, stuffing them under my pillow if anyone was around. Just because you can understand the words does not mean you understand what's going on. When I was 11 or 12 I tried to tackle &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;the Electric Koolaid Acid Test&lt;/span&gt; but gave up pretty quickly after a passage about gold teeth that used the "n" word. Now that I think about even books I read in high school are so different to me now. I used to just kinda take things at face value I guess and thats definitely not the best way to read humor or memoirs from the crazy house or even wierd hippie drug induced novels. I was also quiet scarred by the time when I was 7 and my parents were watching clockwork orange during the part where they beat up the old drunk guy, seeing my confusion and anxiety about the movie my mother did her best to sooth me by telling me that its better to beat up old people like they do in clockwork orange because is soylent green they turn them into crackers. So there you go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://a1.vox.com/6a00c2252a3d018e1d00d41431d0496a47-500pi"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 201px; height: 181px;" src="http://a1.vox.com/6a00c2252a3d018e1d00d41431d0496a47-500pi" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5322695643073176601-7858479195443989154?l=emilyzoemann.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emilyzoemann.blogspot.com/feeds/7858479195443989154/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5322695643073176601&amp;postID=7858479195443989154' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5322695643073176601/posts/default/7858479195443989154'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5322695643073176601/posts/default/7858479195443989154'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emilyzoemann.blogspot.com/2007/09/churlish-adj.html' title='Churlish. adj'/><author><name>Emily</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03931373746631320746</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-5322695643073176601.post-2808515283963138419</id><published>2007-09-01T20:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-01T20:36:07.950-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Trenchant. adj.</title><content type='html'>Sharply perceptive, keen, penetrating, biting, clear cut&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rush Hour 3 was very bad. We sat though about 20 minutes of it and than got a refund. I enjoy playing sims but recently all I seem to do is build houses. Today I was sitting outside and the squirrel in the tree tried to kill me with three nut missiles. hehe nut missiles sounds funny. We played with a puppy today it was kinda dumb but I like them that way. Also I need to find a job and make some moola. The weather today was wonderful, cool but not cold, we sat outside of starbucks drinking pumpkin spice lattes after dinner. it was wonderful. for some reason I got it in my head that this was what it was like to live in Vermont and I decided that me and Jeremy will have to go there next year. tommorow is Jeremy's birthday to celebrate we are going to dance around and sing....or maybe not.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5322695643073176601-2808515283963138419?l=emilyzoemann.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emilyzoemann.blogspot.com/feeds/2808515283963138419/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5322695643073176601&amp;postID=2808515283963138419' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5322695643073176601/posts/default/2808515283963138419'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5322695643073176601/posts/default/2808515283963138419'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emilyzoemann.blogspot.com/2007/09/trenchant-adj.html' title='Trenchant. adj.'/><author><name>Emily</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03931373746631320746</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-5322695643073176601.post-8508449611923172364</id><published>2007-08-30T14:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-30T15:05:11.004-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Insouciant. adj.</title><content type='html'>Unconcerned, Carefree, Non-chalant&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got a book from edward mckay's yesterday called the comic history of the world. So far I've only read up to the start of modern man but it doesn't seem very accurate. I know it's supposed to be a fun way to teach history and evolution but it's doing a terrible job. Over and over again its says that evolution took part because an individual needed it to. Thus in that logic because bats wanted to fly and there was space in the ecological world they developed wings. no wonder people don't understand evolution. evolution does not happen because an individual wants it, this goes back to the (incorrect) Lemarkian theory that giraffe's have long necks because their parents stretched their own necks while reaching for leaves and somehow passed it on to their offspring. Evolution is not a planned process individuals do not make it happen, it is a long and random process. it's not survival of the fittest, Dawin didn't even say that, Spencer did.  All of this made me want to go back and read some physical anthpology books regarding human evolution. It kills me that while I was in California I took a class with a respected expert on the subject but was too busy thinking how mean she was to really pay attention.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm a negative nelly today because I did not get the job at the museum I had applied for. Now I have to get some boring office job where I'll want to poke out my eyes.  In positive news I finished making my flashcards for vocab for the GRE's now all I need to do is study study study. Also I have an interview at Old Salem next week, I'm really gonna work hard to sell myself and get that job, it might not pay much but it would be a fun job.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jeremy's birthday is this weekend, we are gonna party like it's 1999. This includes renting a boat and going to the scary taxidermy "museum" at lake Higgins.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5322695643073176601-8508449611923172364?l=emilyzoemann.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emilyzoemann.blogspot.com/feeds/8508449611923172364/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5322695643073176601&amp;postID=8508449611923172364' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5322695643073176601/posts/default/8508449611923172364'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5322695643073176601/posts/default/8508449611923172364'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emilyzoemann.blogspot.com/2007/08/insouciant-adj.html' title='Insouciant. adj.'/><author><name>Emily</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03931373746631320746</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-5322695643073176601.post-9110921833538336597</id><published>2007-08-29T16:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-29T16:56:24.238-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Perfidy. n.</title><content type='html'>Intentional breach of faith, treachery&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Strawberry Lemonade from Starbucks in delicious.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5322695643073176601-9110921833538336597?l=emilyzoemann.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emilyzoemann.blogspot.com/feeds/9110921833538336597/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5322695643073176601&amp;postID=9110921833538336597' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5322695643073176601/posts/default/9110921833538336597'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5322695643073176601/posts/default/9110921833538336597'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emilyzoemann.blogspot.com/2007/08/perfidy-n.html' title='Perfidy. n.'/><author><name>Emily</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03931373746631320746</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-5322695643073176601.post-3066341237790677298</id><published>2007-08-28T20:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-28T20:14:00.416-07:00</updated><title type='text'>learning</title><content type='html'>I am working on relearning math and vocabulary for the GRE's. Making flashcards gives me hand cramps, luckily there is a Degrassi marathon to keep me entertained. 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