<?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-9338865</id><updated>2011-07-08T22:22:59.709-04:00</updated><title type='text'>bygone days</title><subtitle type='html'>A train crashed 
And everything slows down 
I was wishing I could get out of this town 
These dreams we've had 
Have never made you cry 
And I am not a twinkle in your eye 
But I've got to get out of here 
Cuz you drive me up the wall 
I've got to get out of here 
Cuz I can't stand to fall</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ivers2005.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9338865/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ivers2005.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Christina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10765497490914970851</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v194/tennisgal685/spring%202004/scan.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>97</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9338865.post-113800435448232301</id><published>2006-01-23T03:12:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-01-23T03:19:14.623-05:00</updated><title type='text'>just some talk</title><content type='html'>I am back at school and feeling more lost than ever. I miss the people who are gone (namely danielle) but also feel as though i am getting closer to some people that I wasnt as close to last semester. All in all though, I know that this school is not the place for me. Everyone keeps saying, just wait, we are going to make your life rock this semester and you are not going to want to leave...but i just dont see anything making that much of a difference. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;About that last post, I was not in any way saying anything to jeopardize past relationships, only to say the truth, that they are not the same as they were one year ago. Matt: nowhere in my post to i say that those people saved me. yes, they have been there through a lot, but NO they didnt save my life. they also have been there for far more than parties. you obviosly think that is all i am good for now...but you wouldnt know, would you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the past few weeks have brough a lot of adventures, changes, and anything else you can imagine. i wish that i was a stronger person, but a lot of it has put a damper on my attitude. There have been some great times, over break and since i have been back at school, but i have also been in the funkiest of moods. i hope this passes by without too much thought, but if it doesnt, i suppose i will trudge through it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;short post, but i just wanted to write something. it seems this whole blog thing isnt going to stick around with everyone, but i will probably continue to write spontaniously just to get out some feelings. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;peace&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9338865-113800435448232301?l=ivers2005.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ivers2005.blogspot.com/feeds/113800435448232301/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9338865&amp;postID=113800435448232301' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9338865/posts/default/113800435448232301'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9338865/posts/default/113800435448232301'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ivers2005.blogspot.com/2006/01/just-some-talk.html' title='just some talk'/><author><name>Christina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10765497490914970851</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v194/tennisgal685/spring%202004/scan.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9338865.post-113686981919459243</id><published>2006-01-09T23:48:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-01-10T00:10:19.363-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I figured it was time i write a real post. as midnight approaches i feel as though i am moving ahead in my life...yeah i know this is corny. but it is a new year, and it is also closely approaching my 19th birthday. i move on into the next year of my life. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;all i can say is although this past year has brought many troubling times, it has also brought me some amazing things. I have lost friends (or at least changed my standing with some previously close friends) but at the same time i have gained some amazing ones. I mean, i have no idea where i would be in my life right now without brianna, claire, ben, jenni, and the rest of that crew. they have been there for me, and adopted me into their lives. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so...to facilitate me moving on to the next year of my life, i wanted to make a quick list of great things this year has done, as well as not so great...some you may understand, some you may not. but take it for what it is&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;singledom&lt;br /&gt;broken friendship&lt;br /&gt;some depression&lt;br /&gt;a different look at things&lt;br /&gt;weight&lt;br /&gt;ap bio memories&lt;br /&gt;sanchez&lt;br /&gt;a new job&lt;br /&gt;toronto&lt;br /&gt;jamie felz&lt;br /&gt;new friends&lt;br /&gt;a soulmate&lt;br /&gt;waterskiing&lt;br /&gt;allie&lt;br /&gt;shoes&lt;br /&gt;the lake&lt;br /&gt;parties...&lt;br /&gt;graduation&lt;br /&gt;the cabin&lt;br /&gt;jay&lt;br /&gt;beaver island&lt;br /&gt;an invincible summer&lt;br /&gt;ponshewaing (chris)&lt;br /&gt;moving away&lt;br /&gt;a new city&lt;br /&gt;a new life&lt;br /&gt;a new world&lt;br /&gt;lauren house&lt;br /&gt;the rest of my au crew&lt;br /&gt;danielle, one of the most amazing people ive ever met&lt;br /&gt;the terrace&lt;br /&gt;a peirced nose&lt;br /&gt;a great roomie&lt;br /&gt;lots of gay men&lt;br /&gt;a new me&lt;br /&gt;epiphanies/realizations&lt;br /&gt;bonds&lt;br /&gt;a better understanding of brendan&lt;br /&gt;closeness with my parents&lt;br /&gt;lauren house (yeah she deserves being mentioned twice)&lt;br /&gt;a soulmate (if lauren gets 2, so does she)&lt;br /&gt;kacie and kelly stewart&lt;br /&gt;the ability to give people a second chance&lt;br /&gt;corn, hahaha&lt;br /&gt;a change of direction in life&lt;br /&gt;new sense of family&lt;br /&gt;stronger ties with sam&lt;br /&gt;seeing men for what they are&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;all in all, this year i learned a lot about myself and other people. i found out (through leaving for school) who is a real friend, and who sees me as someone they can toss off to the side. i am who i am, and i love that. i love the people that i make an effort to keep myself close to. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;id love to hear what you guys have to say about your year/my year/whatever&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9338865-113686981919459243?l=ivers2005.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ivers2005.blogspot.com/feeds/113686981919459243/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9338865&amp;postID=113686981919459243' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9338865/posts/default/113686981919459243'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9338865/posts/default/113686981919459243'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ivers2005.blogspot.com/2006/01/i-figured-it-was-time-i-write-real.html' title=''/><author><name>Christina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10765497490914970851</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v194/tennisgal685/spring%202004/scan.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9338865.post-113583439739935445</id><published>2005-12-29T00:32:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-12-29T00:33:17.506-05:00</updated><title type='text'>hmmmm</title><content type='html'>just one thing to say tonight...or this month, haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;maybe us being friends was never what wwas meant to be. i have what who i love, as do you and that is that&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;have a wonderful life until the next time i write!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9338865-113583439739935445?l=ivers2005.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ivers2005.blogspot.com/feeds/113583439739935445/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9338865&amp;postID=113583439739935445' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9338865/posts/default/113583439739935445'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9338865/posts/default/113583439739935445'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ivers2005.blogspot.com/2005/12/hmmmm.html' title='hmmmm'/><author><name>Christina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10765497490914970851</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v194/tennisgal685/spring%202004/scan.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9338865.post-113401976149272672</id><published>2005-12-08T00:14:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-12-08T00:29:21.513-05:00</updated><title type='text'>woah</title><content type='html'>while procrastinating over a paper and catching up on those who have updated their blogs, i realized that it has been an unbelievable amount of time since i have written anything. the college life seems to have engulfed me. for real. The past two weeks have flown by, i actually have no idea how there got to be only three days of classes left. but I am not complaining. I have to finish up this paper im writing now, then rewrite one fora better grade due friday then i am home free aside from finals. Christmas break is actually seeming it is nearing, where as before i thought is an amazing idea that i would never actually reach. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This past weekend was one of my best since ive been on campus, or at least one of the best in the past month or so. Friday night we had a "holiday party" in our lounge. we put up a christmas tree, decorated it, and had some spiked egg nog :P. the spirit was wonderful, and everyone was cheery about it being the holidays. we also picked secret santa's, always a fun holiday activity. Our group of girls on my floor as well as a few other serogate terrace members joined in on the fun. That was early in the evening, so later on I went and met up with my brother who was in town for an anthropology conference, brought him to campus, and showed him around. Come saturday, it was lauren's birthday. we took a wonderful trip to georgetown, where i got my nose pierced :D:D and we took a few detours into stores...i bought her the cutest shirt in the world for her bday! then it was party time. megan and i made dinner for everyone, and we had a cake, and then a huge gathering that kinda took over the floor for the night, a good time was had by all. Sunday i went out to breakfast with brendan: good to see him once again. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aside from the weekend, most of my life has been full of work. with classes starting to end, there has been a million things to turn in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;k, i seriously should return to this paper...i think this was ended super awkward, but i need to get to work. more sooner than it took me this time, i promise!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9338865-113401976149272672?l=ivers2005.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ivers2005.blogspot.com/feeds/113401976149272672/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9338865&amp;postID=113401976149272672' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9338865/posts/default/113401976149272672'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9338865/posts/default/113401976149272672'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ivers2005.blogspot.com/2005/12/woah.html' title='woah'/><author><name>Christina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10765497490914970851</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v194/tennisgal685/spring%202004/scan.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9338865.post-113215837190435492</id><published>2005-11-16T11:06:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-11-16T11:26:11.933-05:00</updated><title type='text'>one week</title><content type='html'>okay, im caving in. its been two weeks since the last post, so i thought it was damn near time for a new one. an update from the politicallly CRAZED city. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Things seem to be on a rollercoaster, a great day followed by an awful one. As we near thanksgiving break im DYING to come home. Last time around being home gave me just the right refresher to actually appreciate this place a little more. Im hoping that thanksgiving will do the same. then just two weeks of classes, and some finals later...and it's an entire month home for Christmas! w00t. so much to look forward to&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But before any of that can come, I have two ten page papers, and a stats test to trudge myself through. Thank god one of those papers is practically writing itself with help from an AP Bio paper I wrote last year. it goes cut, paste, add, revise a little. So, im in the know with that one. As for the other paper, im lost as hell...i dont really even understand the assignment. so...we'll see how that one turns out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The transferring thing is up in the air. I had my talk with the parents about it when they were here last month. They seemed suprised yet supportive, but insisted on my waiting until next fall, finishing out two semesters to be sure transferring was what I want. But a few nights ago in my conversation with my dad, he told me that him and my mom have been talking about me a lot lately, and that we would discuss things further when I was home. and thats all he said. so im at a loss for what that could be about. to tell you the truth for a small period of time i thought about trasnferring back to NCMC for a semester. but i dont really think that would be in my best interest. Im the the process of choosing classes for next semester, and im making sure that they are things i will find interesting....seeing as though me disliking the subject matter of my classes this semester has made things difficult. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The hard part is how much I miss home...how much i miss Michigan none the less. it's a weird feeling being disconnected from home. I dont know how the rest of you are feeling about it, I know you make it home, or at least away from your respective schools, a little more often than i do, but im sure the feeling is still there. Here I am, in this city, with so much around me...isnt that what i said i wanted, but feeling out of place. the people here are from the east coast...and if i didnt know it before, i do now. things are dont differently on the east coast. not one of my purses says coach, or louis vuitton, or prada on it....and thats unheard of. No, I dont own designer shoes, I dont shop at nordstroms, and i dont think that clothing from neiman marcus is attractive. I dont spend money on one item of clothing that cost more than half of my entire wardrobe. i feel like a small town girl thrown in with people who spent thier younger ages taking the train to "the city" (no, thats not Traverse City, thats NEw York City...and NO ive never been there). &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this is a long one, sorry guys. i love my friends here, but i feel like i dont fit the mold of the people that go here, and that scares me. maybe its just the petoskey in me, im used to all of you who, although we arent all the same, we are similar. In other news, my washington lab went to the NBC studio today, and i loved it! communications is looking a little more attractive for now at least. We got to see the DC news live from the studio, as well as checked out the studio where meet the press and a bunch of other NBC talk shows are taped :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;k, im done, those of you who made it all the way through that post, i congradulate you. let me know, ill send you a present. :P&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9338865-113215837190435492?l=ivers2005.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ivers2005.blogspot.com/feeds/113215837190435492/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9338865&amp;postID=113215837190435492' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9338865/posts/default/113215837190435492'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9338865/posts/default/113215837190435492'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ivers2005.blogspot.com/2005/11/one-week.html' title='one week'/><author><name>Christina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10765497490914970851</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v194/tennisgal685/spring%202004/scan.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9338865.post-113105923562612586</id><published>2005-11-03T18:01:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-11-03T18:07:15.646-05:00</updated><title type='text'>good news, i guess</title><content type='html'>Results are in&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess the news is as good as it gets at this point. My spleen IN enlarged, but the doctor says that it isnt a serious probelm. so basically, its big but its not bad enough to have to worry about it rupturing. The bad part of it is that well, it IS enlarged. So basically, this pain in my side isnt going away anytime soon, and i have to be beyond careful for a while. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what does that mean? no intense physical activity for three months. probably me dropping my aerobic dance class because of that. absolutely no alcohol, and me getting lots of rest, and drinking lots of water. And according to a letter from my aunt...chocolate helps too. HAHA. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So...heres what i want from you kids...errr Young Adults. If I dont have your address, will you get it to me!?! I get bored at times, and writing letters has been helpin me out, but ive conveniently run out of family to write to, so im moving on to friends! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ps: me getting mail would also help the boredom! hehehe. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love ya'll, just wanted to let ya know that im not dying. (in other words, if you thought you were going to get rid of me, well. your shit out of luck)! I can't wait for Thanksgiving!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9338865-113105923562612586?l=ivers2005.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ivers2005.blogspot.com/feeds/113105923562612586/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9338865&amp;postID=113105923562612586' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9338865/posts/default/113105923562612586'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9338865/posts/default/113105923562612586'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ivers2005.blogspot.com/2005/11/good-news-i-guess.html' title='good news, i guess'/><author><name>Christina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10765497490914970851</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v194/tennisgal685/spring%202004/scan.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9338865.post-113082008670392394</id><published>2005-10-31T23:31:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-10-31T23:41:26.733-05:00</updated><title type='text'>health please</title><content type='html'>so...college is quite seriously killing me. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Im sure all of you have heard that i have mono. Today I went to the health center for a little check up thing, and was complaining of pain in my abs..so they said that my spleen needs to be checked on and referred me for a cat scan. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I called my mommy who promptly freaked out. then proceeded to find me a good place to go and got me an appointment, all that stuff that mommy's do for you. So this evening i gathered a good friend and we ventured to the hospital. They made me drink a cup of tracer fluid. aka a glass full of something that looked like jiz and tasted like shit. then we sat for 2 hours...i think the people in the waiting room probably hated us by the end of those 2 hours, meg and i were being goofy as hell. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then they took me back, made me change and handed me ANOTHER GLASS OF THAT SHITTY STUFF. i gagged it down, almost throwing up the whole time. it sucked balls. then i had to get the cat scan...including an IV. eeeewy. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;result: i dont know. i find out tomorrow. but if things suck i would have to get surgery. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i shall keep you kids updated. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;til then i love you all. this entry may not have made any sense. im delerious right now. haha&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9338865-113082008670392394?l=ivers2005.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ivers2005.blogspot.com/feeds/113082008670392394/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9338865&amp;postID=113082008670392394' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9338865/posts/default/113082008670392394'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9338865/posts/default/113082008670392394'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ivers2005.blogspot.com/2005/10/health-please.html' title='health please'/><author><name>Christina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10765497490914970851</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v194/tennisgal685/spring%202004/scan.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9338865.post-112974698546511474</id><published>2005-10-19T14:23:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-10-19T14:36:25.490-04:00</updated><title type='text'>this is when friends come in handy</title><content type='html'>Alright guys, im inlisting your help!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I dont even know where to start, but im second guessing myself here. I love the city, i love the social life of this school...but im not so sure about the acedemics. I dont feel like im getting much out of it. I learn SO much about politics, but i dont want to take my life into politics. Seeing as that was the reason i made my venture out to DC, and forked over so much money to this school, im looking at it differently now that im looking at my life differently. I dont know WHAT i want to do. This school is AMAZING at getting you into the political world...but outside of that it isnt THAT good of a school. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My mom just called...i made a comment about not staying here....hmmmm. maybe i should have saved that until i see her on friday. anyways&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just dont see a point in forking over SO much mone (ps: theres a bill on the floor that wants to take 15 billion away from federal aid for college students) and we all know that if i dont keep the amount of aid i have right now, ill be spending a shitload on this place. That, i cannot do. So, basically I am wondering about what i am going to do with the whole where im at college thing right now. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The thing is, im not so sure WHERE I would transfer to if I did in fact transfer...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so heres what i charge you, my trusted pals, with. What should i do?? what do you recommend?? and any siggestions about a good school closer to home and less expensive? You better respond kids!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9338865-112974698546511474?l=ivers2005.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ivers2005.blogspot.com/feeds/112974698546511474/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9338865&amp;postID=112974698546511474' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9338865/posts/default/112974698546511474'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9338865/posts/default/112974698546511474'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ivers2005.blogspot.com/2005/10/this-is-when-friends-come-in-handy.html' title='this is when friends come in handy'/><author><name>Christina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10765497490914970851</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v194/tennisgal685/spring%202004/scan.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9338865.post-112957836853572194</id><published>2005-10-17T15:32:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-10-17T15:46:08.556-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>its been way longer than i should ever let it be, ive decided. college life is not really conducive to being able to sit down and type out some words though...there's usually people in and out of the room, things to get done, and homework to procrastinate over by watching tv or taking naps. but here i am, just back from getting out of work early, and the roomie is taking a nap, so i cant leave the door open. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Im not gonna lie, college is getting to me. First it was amazing, then there was a stressful week, then it was amazing again for a while. being home was A BLAST (it was awesome to see all of you, i miss you all like mad now that im back here), and now midterms are in full swing and im going mad, literally MAD. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This morning, i awoke at 9:40, rolled out of bed, changed from my sleeping sweats and tank top to another pair or sweatpants and a sweatchirt, and went running out the door. 9:55...i sit down in class and out gets passed the midterm. (it's 5 essay questions) I look at the first one, and think to myself FUCK, i have no idea what that is. i remember searching for it in the book last night, and with no luck figuring that if it was that hard to find, it probably wont be on the test. well it was, and i made up 2 paragraphs of information about it. After i got through that one things started looking a little bit up, i was able to provide quite a bit of information on the remaining 4 questions. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alright, it's 11:00, one down, one more to go. Ive got 20 min so i rushed to the tunnel and grabbed a cup of coffee, then sat down in the quad to call charlotte and vent about the fact that even if i ACE those other 4 questions i can't get that good of a grade on my comp pol midterm id just finished. She picks up the phone sounding no where near her normal self. the "hi love" was quiet and unexcited. Turns out my dear is having some medical problems. :( I love her to death, and am now worried about her mucho. Nothing too bad though, so she should be alright. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11:20 I sit down in my next class, yet another midterm. This one went relatively well other than my worrying about Char most of the time i was in there. oh well&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So theres my morning, lol. in case you care. other than those damn tests things here have been way more hectic than usual. I put myself in a situation i dont like at all, then kinda got out of it...but im still not able to get it off my mind. My two closest college friends are both having mental breakdowns. I love helping people with that kinda stuff, but the stress was KILLING me this weekend. i kinda have a think for the boy that lives next door, Blake, but im not so sure thats a good idea. Simply because he lives next door and if anything bad happened i would have to see him everyday. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;shit this is the longest blog entry ive written in like forever, so im going to stop. Kinda ubrupt i know&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9338865-112957836853572194?l=ivers2005.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ivers2005.blogspot.com/feeds/112957836853572194/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9338865&amp;postID=112957836853572194' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9338865/posts/default/112957836853572194'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9338865/posts/default/112957836853572194'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ivers2005.blogspot.com/2005/10/its-been-way-longer-than-i-should-ever.html' title=''/><author><name>Christina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10765497490914970851</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v194/tennisgal685/spring%202004/scan.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9338865.post-112849669464974943</id><published>2005-10-05T03:04:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-10-05T03:18:14.660-04:00</updated><title type='text'>3 days, and counting</title><content type='html'>It's tuesday night&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just got an upsetting look from my ra&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I woke him up...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But i think it was worth it, because judging by the look on his face, he wont remember waking up tomorrow morning. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what happened you ask: well NEVER leave a push-cart meant for moving things in the hallway of a college dorm. it just isnt smart. even two relatively sober people found it amusing to give rides to each other at 3am around the floor hallways....not gonna lie, it was SO much fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyways, the night's events aside, I am UBER excited about coming home this weekend (so YES andrew, those two and a half hours crammed in the backseat are going to be worth it, even though you are worthless and not going to be around on saturday). I love it to death here, and will probably be calling my gals while im home (okay I WILL be calling them, considering lauren and i couldnt handle ourselves when we were apart for one night...on a MONDAY night)...and i not sure if my stomach is going to be able to handle 4 whole days of homecooked food...and i will probably crash my car because i havent been in a car other than ONE taxi ride and a few rides to parties since ive been here....i dont remember when the last time i was in a car  was...i wont be able to jump on the AU shuttle and head to the metro...there wont be any good stores...and i might go through angelico's withdrawls...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;other than that, I am WAY PUMPED to see everyone!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! so you better all expect to have a good time this weekend. i am forcing you to :). if you cant tell i absolutely love it here, the people are amazing, and the town couldnt be better. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this post mostly makes no sense whatsoever....hope you enjoyed it!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9338865-112849669464974943?l=ivers2005.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ivers2005.blogspot.com/feeds/112849669464974943/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9338865&amp;postID=112849669464974943' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9338865/posts/default/112849669464974943'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9338865/posts/default/112849669464974943'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ivers2005.blogspot.com/2005/10/3-days-and-counting.html' title='3 days, and counting'/><author><name>Christina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10765497490914970851</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v194/tennisgal685/spring%202004/scan.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9338865.post-112788929163757586</id><published>2005-09-28T02:14:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-09-28T02:34:51.713-04:00</updated><title type='text'>YAY, there goes all my money to something that has nothing to do with me!</title><content type='html'>With a salary of close to a half million per year, one of the highest paid University presidents in the country, Benjamin Ladner sure doesnt seem to think thats enough. For those of you who ive talked to about this, or those who for some random reason choose the Washington Post...or hey i think its been on CNN and other news channels as well: you may have an idea of what im talking about. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The President of American University has been involved in a sort of scandal over the summer and in the past months. He is being accused of spending the school's money outside of his salary on things such as his son's engagement party, bottles of wine with prices in the few hundred dollar range, trips to europe (all first class) that have nothing to do with the school, his own personal french chef...who got 'let go' soon after the accusations coinsidentally, along with other things. The total, according to the allegations: $500,000&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Soon the FBI and other governmental agencies were involved, and AU was making national news....what a great place to invest $40,000 a year in...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The deal now...its still up in the air. When confronted Ladner says that he would appoligize and resign if the allegations were true, but that they are not. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Student Government as wel as 5 of the 6 'schools' on campus have submitted requests for him to resign, so i guess we'll see. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow there will be a protest on teh quad for students looking to convince the board that he needs to go. To say the least I am hoping that he gets the boot. From what I hear in the past he has done amazing things for this school. and i dont hesitate to believe that he has, because I know how much the school has risen from the depths over the past years. At the same time, someone who has the balls to spend that much money ON TOP of what hes already getting paid which school be enough for almost any lifestyle does not deserve to hold that possition. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If any of you care to check up on whats going on, there are 2 great places. The washington post website (www.washingtonpost.com) and American University's paper, The Eagle (www.theeagleonline.com)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9338865-112788929163757586?l=ivers2005.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ivers2005.blogspot.com/feeds/112788929163757586/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9338865&amp;postID=112788929163757586' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9338865/posts/default/112788929163757586'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9338865/posts/default/112788929163757586'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ivers2005.blogspot.com/2005/09/yay-there-goes-all-my-money-to.html' title='YAY, there goes all my money to something that has nothing to do with me!'/><author><name>Christina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10765497490914970851</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v194/tennisgal685/spring%202004/scan.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9338865.post-112722853899909585</id><published>2005-09-20T10:53:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-09-20T11:02:19.006-04:00</updated><title type='text'>wtf mate</title><content type='html'>College is slowly going ot be come the end of me. This week has been awful, i dont even know what to think about it. I mean I;m having fun, loving the life outside of class and all that. I am actually getting most of my classwork done, and all has been relatively good. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Except one thing. I can't sleep at night, barely do I see a night that I actually fall asleep before 3or4 in the morning. For the first few weeks this didn't pose any sort of problem, i always made it to class on time. Then this week came, yeah yeah yeah I know it's only tuesday morning. But i've started a trend. Both yesterday and today, I haven't made it to my 9:55 classes. I will wake up around 110:30 or 11, with the alarm somehow turned off, when I know for certain that I had turned it on the night before. Meaning, somehow I felt the need to turn it OFF while it was going on instead of pressing snooze, but when i wake up I have no recelection of it ever going off. Yesterday morning my friend from down the hall was even pounding on the door, but it did nothing to wake me. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am at a school where attendance DOES matter in your classes. Not all of them, but most they keep at least a little it of track of it, and if i am not there, I won't get that attendance credit OR my in class participation credit. I also tend to find the lectures really really important to me understanding the information. SO basically I am freaked the hell out about this semester and what it is going to amount to. In order for me to remain here, I am going to have to get a 3.5...once I fall below that I lose my scholarship (10,000 of my financial aide) and there is no way I will be coming back EVER for another chance. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I dont want that to happen to me, but I dont see a way around it unless I can fucking wake up in the morning for my two most important classes that both happen to fall at 9:55.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That is my venting, please excuse me, I must be out now&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but someone save me, this is KILLING my stress levels.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9338865-112722853899909585?l=ivers2005.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ivers2005.blogspot.com/feeds/112722853899909585/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9338865&amp;postID=112722853899909585' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9338865/posts/default/112722853899909585'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9338865/posts/default/112722853899909585'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ivers2005.blogspot.com/2005/09/wtf-mate.html' title='wtf mate'/><author><name>Christina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10765497490914970851</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v194/tennisgal685/spring%202004/scan.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9338865.post-112602467278838939</id><published>2005-09-06T12:26:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-09-06T12:37:52.796-04:00</updated><title type='text'>changing leaves no more</title><content type='html'>The weekend before i left home, my mom and i took a venture to the traverse city area, which included exploring (or REdiscovering seeing as though i spent time there every summer during my childhod) the leland area. While driving, we came accross numberous points at which the leaves were beinning to change, falling slowing to change the seasons from summer to fall. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;fall has always been a time i love, not the returning to school aspect of it but the season in general. i love the changing leaves, wearing sweaters, seeing the pumpkin patches, and gearing up for a long cold northern michigan winter. things are changing, just as everything in life takes small turns. School is getting close to being in full swing, yet here i am camped out under a tree filling my half our of free time before classes in shorts and a t-shirt, glad to be out of the heat of the sun. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i looked at the 15 day weather forcast yesterday because i was curious to see, never having lived in dc before. the last 5 days put me into a sense of shock. for 3 or 4 days the high appears never to dip below 90 degrees. in the middle/end of september. yesi know i am being very cliche talking about the weather, but it truely suprised me. the leaves appear to be never changing here, and the campus is still looking as beautiful as ever: plants everywhere. and word in the street it gets Better in october because of parents weekend (got to make it look like those thousands of dollars are well spent ya know). &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Labor day weekend was nothing like anything i have ever experienced before. My labor day weekends in all past years have consisted of my family and the hoffman's (good family friends) camping for the weekend. this year there was nothing of the sort. there were newly met college friends, the sextizzle, homework, the zoo, and monuments, getting lost in dc, almost getting stuck downtown with the merto closing, and $18 cab rides that lasted all of 5 min. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well: my class (kind of, its aerobid dance) calls. i hope ive given you a sense of what dc is like&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9338865-112602467278838939?l=ivers2005.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ivers2005.blogspot.com/feeds/112602467278838939/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9338865&amp;postID=112602467278838939' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9338865/posts/default/112602467278838939'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9338865/posts/default/112602467278838939'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ivers2005.blogspot.com/2005/09/changing-leaves-no-more.html' title='changing leaves no more'/><author><name>Christina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10765497490914970851</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v194/tennisgal685/spring%202004/scan.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9338865.post-112572760943306191</id><published>2005-09-03T02:03:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-09-03T02:06:49.440-04:00</updated><title type='text'>college update</title><content type='html'>I am just home from a night out on the town dancin it up with the "sextizzle" formally know as the Quintizzle. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;college is looking up: ive found a good group of friends (see sextizzle above) who are truely amazing. today i got a job at the AD office doing gopher work but hey it's money. classes started out a little stressful, but i think i am going to be able to handle it. I have a few WEIRD ass professors, but the rest seem pretty good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ive been recieving mail like mad, which makes me super happy. i LOVE mail. (dont worry guys, im working on getting some out this weekend if i have the time. anyone who wants a letter or something let me know your address, because i only have a few) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well, i need some sleep, i know this was short but matt said he wanted an update, so i thought i write one real quick! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i love ya'll&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9338865-112572760943306191?l=ivers2005.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ivers2005.blogspot.com/feeds/112572760943306191/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9338865&amp;postID=112572760943306191' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9338865/posts/default/112572760943306191'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9338865/posts/default/112572760943306191'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ivers2005.blogspot.com/2005/09/college-update.html' title='college update'/><author><name>Christina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10765497490914970851</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v194/tennisgal685/spring%202004/scan.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9338865.post-112534351706060194</id><published>2005-08-29T15:21:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-08-29T15:25:17.066-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Once and Eagle, Always an Eagle</title><content type='html'>After completing my first day of classes, i am looking a little more optomistic. Looking back at my last post, i just want everyone to know they dont have to worry about me. I am not saying that i have completely settled here (not at all). im still feeling a little out of place, but at this point i think that it is more because I am in a new place and need to adjust, same as most other newly moved in college students. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Im sitting in the Library right now, realizing its a nice change from my normal dorm room blahs. (dont get me wrong, i love my room) but change is always a god thing. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thats enough for now, this was just a little update. But still all of you feel free to call at anytime. if its just to talk or it you have something goin on and need help: im always available for my buds. love you all!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9338865-112534351706060194?l=ivers2005.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ivers2005.blogspot.com/feeds/112534351706060194/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9338865&amp;postID=112534351706060194' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9338865/posts/default/112534351706060194'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9338865/posts/default/112534351706060194'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ivers2005.blogspot.com/2005/08/once-and-eagle-always-eagle.html' title='Once and Eagle, Always an Eagle'/><author><name>Christina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10765497490914970851</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v194/tennisgal685/spring%202004/scan.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9338865.post-112491428277070596</id><published>2005-08-24T16:08:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-08-24T16:11:22.776-04:00</updated><title type='text'>AHHH</title><content type='html'>so ive just returned from my "discover DC" program. its supposed to help us get to know the city&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it was great, i LOVE this city. but there is one problem, im not so fond of the people here. ive found some nice people but havent really connected with anyone, which kinda sucks. i dont know&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i guess im just feeling the first week of college blues. hopefully things only get better from here, but who knows what will happen. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i guess if worse comes to worse i can apply for next semester at UofM, and come back to where i can actually know some people around the school personally. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;or maybe im overexaggerating all of this, and it really isnt any big deal. we'll see i guess&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9338865-112491428277070596?l=ivers2005.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ivers2005.blogspot.com/feeds/112491428277070596/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9338865&amp;postID=112491428277070596' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9338865/posts/default/112491428277070596'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9338865/posts/default/112491428277070596'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ivers2005.blogspot.com/2005/08/ahhh.html' title='AHHH'/><author><name>Christina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10765497490914970851</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v194/tennisgal685/spring%202004/scan.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9338865.post-112474876476886817</id><published>2005-08-22T18:02:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-08-22T18:12:44.773-04:00</updated><title type='text'>officially alone</title><content type='html'>i just said goodbye to my parents&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im not going to see them again until they come down for family weekend in October&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i guess thats not the weird part, its more college in general. everything is shared, my room, the bathroom, the whole building has hundreds of people living in it. i guess im just not used to  this atmosphere. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it seems whoever i talk to is feeling kinda the same way, out of place and out of their comfort zone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but isnt that what college is about: moving on from relying on the family to being an independant person on your way to a life in the real world, putting your education to use. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i guess thats something i need to do: learn how to grow up. i cant rely on my parents anymore, i have to rely on myself for whatever needs to get done (which seems to be a shitload!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh well, i guess the world will keep on turning, and all will be alright&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hopefully&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9338865-112474876476886817?l=ivers2005.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ivers2005.blogspot.com/feeds/112474876476886817/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9338865&amp;postID=112474876476886817' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9338865/posts/default/112474876476886817'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9338865/posts/default/112474876476886817'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ivers2005.blogspot.com/2005/08/officially-alone.html' title='officially alone'/><author><name>Christina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10765497490914970851</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v194/tennisgal685/spring%202004/scan.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9338865.post-112431612009090665</id><published>2005-08-17T17:56:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-08-17T18:02:00.096-04:00</updated><title type='text'>i guess this is goodbye</title><content type='html'>the idea of saying goodbye to people is one that i find hard to fathom, i never know whether to cry or to smile and think about all the good times we've had in the past, and imagine the good ones we will have to come when the "goodbye" comes to an end. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;brianna left a few days ago, so i endured my first college goodbye. it wasnt as bad as i first thought it was going to be, although i cried most of the way from her house to katelins, there was a sense of excitement in knowing that the next time we meet, we will have stories upon stories of our time apart, as well as time to create more memories together. for those of you who have seen the movie Garden State, saying goodbye when leaving for college is like putting an elipsis at the end of a relationship, it will begin again when we come home for christmas, and again come next summer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;with only one day left before i leave, i can honestly say that this will be my last post from the state of Michigan for quite some time. i suppose what i have to say is that my time here has been well spent, this summer i have taken full avdantage of where we live and enjoyed every minute of it. ive found new friends both in the people that i work with as well as some other newly found people. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i can only hope that college will bring even more excitement, so here is my goodbye to the lakes, the sun, and the freaky quirks of our wonderful little Petoskey and my hello to the world&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Keep in touch and remember, dont fear we will all be back before TOO long. i lvoe you all!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9338865-112431612009090665?l=ivers2005.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ivers2005.blogspot.com/feeds/112431612009090665/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9338865&amp;postID=112431612009090665' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9338865/posts/default/112431612009090665'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9338865/posts/default/112431612009090665'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ivers2005.blogspot.com/2005/08/i-guess-this-is-goodbye.html' title='i guess this is goodbye'/><author><name>Christina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10765497490914970851</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v194/tennisgal685/spring%202004/scan.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9338865.post-112399534760845718</id><published>2005-08-14T00:54:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-08-14T00:55:47.616-04:00</updated><title type='text'>thanks ben: what a year</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;September 6th 2004 &lt;br /&gt;Who knew what the next year would have in store&lt;br /&gt;Started our senior year, last year in high school&lt;br /&gt;Man we really thought we were cool&lt;br /&gt;Brianna and I were in the same classes&lt;br /&gt;Plus Hot Sizzle and BEN were bringing Sugarhill Gang to the masses&lt;br /&gt;Then Brianna switched out and Ben realized he was white. &lt;br /&gt;Well… he knew that before but it’s alright&lt;br /&gt;Cuz Brianna was almost a man before she became Aquitisha&lt;br /&gt;And she’s not orange like that rich bitch Alicia&lt;br /&gt;Ben was working on being last chair&lt;br /&gt;And Carl was the only one who seemed to care&lt;br /&gt;Claire couldn’t play cuz of here jaw surgery&lt;br /&gt;And we were picking apart poems like it was brain surgery&lt;br /&gt;So I guess I just rhymed the same two words&lt;br /&gt;But who cares cuz we are all bio nerds&lt;br /&gt;So by now it’s like Christmas and like zero snow days&lt;br /&gt;But we had eaten more waffles than Hawaii has leis&lt;br /&gt;So McDowell was skiing, that was a site&lt;br /&gt;And Mr. Young was higher than a kite&lt;br /&gt;But we got the text twist master plus the stupid row&lt;br /&gt;And everybody knows Aquitisha’s a crack ho&lt;br /&gt;So like 100 people got out to see the ski team win states&lt;br /&gt;Then the movie theatre decided to hike up its rates&lt;br /&gt;We got no Cash so what we gonna do&lt;br /&gt;Well… Let’s go to Ben’s house and steal his food&lt;br /&gt;And make fun of his ginormous boots&lt;br /&gt;Then ask his mom about his Ancestral roots&lt;br /&gt;So he has Swedish ears and got dressed in a jumper&lt;br /&gt;And Brianna is on a mission to save the Loch Ness Monster&lt;br /&gt;So the snow melts and what do we do&lt;br /&gt;Chill at Christina’s with the OC Crew&lt;br /&gt;And study for Bio like 24-7&lt;br /&gt;And pick up Slurpees at 7-11&lt;br /&gt;Mrs. Nicholson teaches so meticulous&lt;br /&gt;That class well…its redonkulous&lt;br /&gt;We learned the vagina is a hostile environment&lt;br /&gt;Plus we forced like 8 teachers into retirement&lt;br /&gt;There was Sanchez but he is no more&lt;br /&gt;And yes Aquitisha is still a crack whore&lt;br /&gt;Oh and Christina is sexy from north to the south&lt;br /&gt;And don’t forget Deep Throat puts big things in her mouth&lt;br /&gt;Plus her van is almost as big as a Hummer&lt;br /&gt;But that doesn’t top BKizzle and Christina as lesbian lovers&lt;br /&gt;I’m sorry Ms. Jackson but it is for real&lt;br /&gt;Oh and there was that Van. Rd. sign that we had to steal&lt;br /&gt;Plus Harold and Maude-the cult classic&lt;br /&gt;Mr. Young’s cocaine addiction was getting kinda drastic&lt;br /&gt;But he’s not as crazy as we were on Beaver Island&lt;br /&gt;Cuz in that video man Cole is stylin&lt;br /&gt;And Ben slurring his words-that won’t be missed&lt;br /&gt;Plus Brianna was “so freaking pissed”&lt;br /&gt;And there was Ben with his share of mooning&lt;br /&gt;But it’s all good-maybe we should go tubing&lt;br /&gt;And tubbing and running naked through downtown&lt;br /&gt;Man Ben’s ass is the whitest around&lt;br /&gt;Man we had fun-class of 05&lt;br /&gt;Plus one thing we learned Brianna and Trisha can’t drive&lt;br /&gt;So it was real fun make sure to keep it real&lt;br /&gt;Got mixed emotions-that’s how we all feel&lt;br /&gt;Drinking is ok but don’t start on that crack&lt;br /&gt;So keep in touch and be sure to holla back&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9338865-112399534760845718?l=ivers2005.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ivers2005.blogspot.com/feeds/112399534760845718/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9338865&amp;postID=112399534760845718' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9338865/posts/default/112399534760845718'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9338865/posts/default/112399534760845718'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ivers2005.blogspot.com/2005/08/thanks-ben-what-year.html' title='thanks ben: what a year'/><author><name>Christina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10765497490914970851</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v194/tennisgal685/spring%202004/scan.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9338865.post-112373234076904490</id><published>2005-08-10T23:36:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-08-10T23:52:20.776-04:00</updated><title type='text'>sometimes a good cry is amazing</title><content type='html'>college&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ive been told that im not saying goodbye, but saying hello to the new life awating me. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and still holding on the the past. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we had our "night before my last day at work" gathering with some of the gals at work. it was a blast, but while rummaging around the clearance racks at walmart my phone rang...twas ponshewang. i thought i was going to have another week with him but it turns out he has to get goin friday when he gets out of work. leaving only tomorrow for me to say byes to him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;that isnt necessarily the problem. it just brought about the thoughts of the "problem" i got choked up thinking about saying goodbye to him, and then realized. shit this is someone i met a week ago, what about my girls ive known for what seems like forever. the people i seriously care about. if i can barely handle talking about having to say goodbye to someone i just met, what is going to happen in a week?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so tonight, i cry.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9338865-112373234076904490?l=ivers2005.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ivers2005.blogspot.com/feeds/112373234076904490/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9338865&amp;postID=112373234076904490' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9338865/posts/default/112373234076904490'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9338865/posts/default/112373234076904490'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ivers2005.blogspot.com/2005/08/sometimes-good-cry-is-amazing.html' title='sometimes a good cry is amazing'/><author><name>Christina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10765497490914970851</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v194/tennisgal685/spring%202004/scan.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9338865.post-112339910262711206</id><published>2005-08-07T03:15:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-08-07T03:18:22.633-04:00</updated><title type='text'>ponshewang aint that bad afterall</title><content type='html'>if you remember i made a smart-ass comment the other day about ponshewang... turns out there are some freaking AMAZING people from there&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i went on a...i guess it would be a date...tonight with Chris (aka mr. ponshewang)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a movie turned into 2 hours on the hammock looking at stars afterwards.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it was amazing&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;now for some sleep :):):):):):)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9338865-112339910262711206?l=ivers2005.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ivers2005.blogspot.com/feeds/112339910262711206/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9338865&amp;postID=112339910262711206' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9338865/posts/default/112339910262711206'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9338865/posts/default/112339910262711206'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ivers2005.blogspot.com/2005/08/ponshewang-aint-that-bad-afterall.html' title='ponshewang aint that bad afterall'/><author><name>Christina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10765497490914970851</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v194/tennisgal685/spring%202004/scan.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9338865.post-112260905997209968</id><published>2005-07-28T23:48:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-07-28T23:54:30.513-04:00</updated><title type='text'>clicky click on the link!</title><content type='html'>check this out...and feel free to do so multiple times, you get to hear about sweet music, and i get street team points for soco!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;http://www.ufanz.com/teams/tracking.asp?ti=996&amp;mi=34863&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9338865-112260905997209968?l=ivers2005.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ivers2005.blogspot.com/feeds/112260905997209968/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9338865&amp;postID=112260905997209968' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9338865/posts/default/112260905997209968'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9338865/posts/default/112260905997209968'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ivers2005.blogspot.com/2005/07/clicky-click-on-link.html' title='clicky click on the link!'/><author><name>Christina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10765497490914970851</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v194/tennisgal685/spring%202004/scan.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9338865.post-112253252414095847</id><published>2005-07-28T02:15:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-07-28T02:35:24.146-04:00</updated><title type='text'>random thoughts</title><content type='html'>im realy going to miss people next year&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;some people i miss already because i never see them&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;chick nights can make a good week even better&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i finally stood up behind the boat on waterskis....then i was in pain for 2 days, apparently waterskiing takes a lot of arm muscle&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;boys = confusing (not that i want one when im leaving for school, but still)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i love finding out new things about people &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a guy that i used to be head over heels for (in my dreams that is) asked me for my number today  (i was pleasently suprised)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i hate the feeling that i have totally misjudged someone, when i learn the truth about them&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;drama is rediculous&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i get the feeling some people think ive turned into a hardcore partier&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;news flash: there are people in ponchewang!!!! i met someone who summers there the other night, i was stunned&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the summer is getting close to over, what happened?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9338865-112253252414095847?l=ivers2005.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link 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src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v194/tennisgal685/spring%202004/scan.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9338865.post-112183298121905839</id><published>2005-07-20T00:05:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-07-20T00:16:21.223-04:00</updated><title type='text'>some things arent worth fixing</title><content type='html'>as for that title, take it as you may and that is all i am going to say about that. i dont feel as though my feelings related to that should be plastered all over my blog&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As for the past few days, they have gotten progressively better since my horrors with that day last week. and i am endng today in a wonderful mood, with little to be upset about&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;other than the fact that i am leaving all these amazing people in petoskey in a short month from today. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i know this post leaves little to be desired, but i have a harry potter book to attend to, and i got what i needed to out. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh yes, and as for beaver island, an amazing time was had by all, i only wish that more of you could have joined us for the 2 days. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(and emily: i have a present for you...brianna and i bought something for all the members of our "colony")&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9338865-112183298121905839?l=ivers2005.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ivers2005.blogspot.com/feeds/112183298121905839/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9338865&amp;postID=112183298121905839' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9338865/posts/default/112183298121905839'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9338865/posts/default/112183298121905839'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ivers2005.blogspot.com/2005/07/some-things-arent-worth-fixing.html' title='some things arent worth fixing'/><author><name>Christina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10765497490914970851</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v194/tennisgal685/spring%202004/scan.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9338865.post-112137212250983834</id><published>2005-07-14T16:08:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-07-14T16:15:22.523-04:00</updated><title type='text'>the world can eat shit and die</title><content type='html'>today has been absofuckinglutely horrible. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AP score: 3...yes i kicked my ass all year long for nothing, now i have to take two more semeseters of science. i thought i did awesome on it too&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;recommendation letters in the mail: 0. i needed to mail my leadership program application today or it wont get there ontime, and i wont even be considered. and the letter isnt here, so i guess thats not happening. and i really wanted to be in the program&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my mom is pissed at me because i didnt want to go out to lunch with her today, and when she offered to make me lunch i said i wasnt hungry yet, and not to take the trouble. what an amazing reason to be mad at me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;she freaked out, so i got all upset back at her, then jamie called and i was crying, so i probably sounded like a freak.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i havent talked to her since 11...so i still have to tell her i didnt pass the test, so she can be even more dissappointed in me because i will never meet her expectations. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i hope someone else is in a little better mood today.&lt;div 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die'/><author><name>Christina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10765497490914970851</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v194/tennisgal685/spring%202004/scan.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9338865.post-112114623783181757</id><published>2005-07-12T01:13:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-07-12T01:30:37.836-04:00</updated><title type='text'>this is the dawning of the rest of our lives</title><content type='html'>in a car ride back to Ben's house recently a few of us heard the latest Green Day song, Holiday. singign along at the top of my lungs, the above line really got me thinking, and then us talking. as we move in to the last month of summer, at least for most of us, it is kinda a last hurrah. we're been having an amazing time, and have more fun planned out for the nextmonth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;next week a group of us are heading over to beaver island for a night, which should be amazing. it started as just a few people, but now it seems as though there may be a good sized group of us. and Ben is coming which makes me SO SO SO happy. he is my favorite new friend this year. brianna is amazing, but we hung out in the old days, so shes not new. anyways, we just got to talking about moving on and the summer and everything&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;its amazing how much of the summer has gone by, and how little we actually have left. its seems as though that fact has really gotten to people, as matt mentioned in his last blog, but for me it seems to only make me want to have more fun, and make the best of the little time that i have left. so that is exactly what i have been doing&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i feel awful for my parents, who occasionally see me for an hour of so a day, if they are lucky. and it isnt that i dont want to be around them, but i know that i may loose touch with many of my friends once i leave for DC, so i want to make the most of what ive still got with them, andi know the family isnt going anywhere.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well, thats it for tonight, i just realized that i have to return to the real world tomorrow and go to work (after the best day off in the world).&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9338865-112114623783181757?l=ivers2005.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ivers2005.blogspot.com/feeds/112114623783181757/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9338865&amp;postID=112114623783181757' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9338865/posts/default/112114623783181757'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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am obsessed with it, to say the least. so i write to you tonight from the warmth of my bed, avoiding much needed sleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the past week has gone by in a blur. starting with fourth of july (a complete success just as lauren said), through tonight, which involved a mixture of a new wireless network, board games, and illegal fireworks. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after work, i went to office max and spent all but $3 of my "spendable" money on a wireless router, and then proceeded to spend an hour or so getting it to work. but i was proud seeing as though i did it all without any help from Justin, my tech help friend. following that completion i headed out to the Simon's to hang out, only to decide kinda spur of the moment that claire and i wanted to drive out to Bay Shore to shoot off fireworks with Mike Russell and friends. so we spent some time at the Simon's and then headed out. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;now, at first i didnt really want to drive all the way out to Bay Shore for some stupid home fireworks...well im freaking glad i made it out there. These kids dont mess around, we shot off about $200 worth of illegal fireworks, some of which cost about $40 a pop....needless to say we showed the P-town fireworks up...kinda. and wehave declared Mike's house second in line when we cant go outto Ben's. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;as for in between the two events, ive been keeping myself busy with all sorts of fun, such as work...work...work. YAY. oh well, ill have a nic epaycheck to show for it come tomorrow....err later today. looking at the clock, i think im gonna get some sleep.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9338865-112088797222760036?l=ivers2005.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ivers2005.blogspot.com/feeds/112088797222760036/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9338865&amp;postID=112088797222760036' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9338865/posts/default/112088797222760036'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9338865/posts/default/112088797222760036'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ivers2005.blogspot.com/2005/07/love.html' title='Love...'/><author><name>Christina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10765497490914970851</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v194/tennisgal685/spring%202004/scan.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9338865.post-112040146820212155</id><published>2005-07-03T10:28:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-07-03T10:37:48.206-04:00</updated><title type='text'>here come the fudgies</title><content type='html'>Up here in northern michigan, we live for the summers (at least those of us who arent skiing obsessed). there's beaches, boats, water galore, sunshine, and so much more. the only downside, what we call the fudgies. each summer more and more downstaters or out-of-staters venture to our corner of northwest michigan to share in the wonders, what we refer to them as: the fudgies. now, when i was little they were cone-suckers (but i think that was just a my-family thing) because of their tendance to head to the ice cream shops that dot the area. but it isnt just ice cream it is the fudge as well...so dig in tourists, you only support out nicknames (and jamie's working hard)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyways... it is fourth of july weekend, which up here is known as the REAL start to our summers. the month of july is when the roads are packed and our population doubles...or more. so for me, this marks the start of my summer. june had planning, orientation, and college stuff galore. now i have gotten most of that out of the way and plan to live it up for the month and a half that i have left.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;as for the weekend, ive spent it working (friday-monday without a day off). but when you work on commission those are the days to work, so im not complaining. tuesday i have off and plan to make a complete tourist out of myself and head to the National Cherry Festival in Traverse City...yes a few towns down they have a festival for the cherries. a sweet festival at that. a few girls and i are going to see Deirks Bentley, an AMAZING country singer. yeah i listen to country...and love it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyways, from that i have a trip to beaver island planned and another one to the other side of the state for some HUGE family time with the big extended fam, as well as a weekend to hang out with a big group of people at Claire's cabin:  saying goodbye and celebrating claire's graduation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;overall, without any huge plans, i am making this summer out to be a memorable one, but hey isnt that what the summer after senior year is for.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9338865-112040146820212155?l=ivers2005.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v194/tennisgal685/spring%202004/scan.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9338865.post-111958951483385663</id><published>2005-06-24T00:55:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-06-24T01:05:14.840-04:00</updated><title type='text'>ahh summer</title><content type='html'>well summer is officially in full fledge, comeplete with visits to the beach and late night warmth. its been a while since i last posted, mostly because of how busy i have been, and the fact that sitting on the computer isnt exactly my idea of a good summer day well spent.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;on tuesday night i returned from new student orientation. on the way there i was way nervous, no knowing if i was going to be seeing jill much or if we were going to be seperated right off the bat. well, we got placed both on different floors, and in different groups, so i barely ever saw her other than in passing until the last day on our shopping adventure on the bra sized busses (more later on that).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;upon first stepping on campus i say hordes of people walking around with their NSLC lanyards and sweet nametags, and a rush of emotions flowed thrugh my body. a mixture of sadness and excitment. i was missing my experiences at NSLC, and excited to know that next year i would have a few of my pals from there close by.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;although a lot of the sessions were repetative and boring, i think the most amazing part of the trip was the people that i met. i actually ran into a few girls i met at my visit in april which was awesome. i also met all sorts of new people during our late night, "sit in the middle of the hallway and talk about random things" fun. until this past week i was really worried about the school having a lot of stuck-up rich people, but i really didnt find that at all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyways, from the experience i am beyond excited about moving out there in august!!! after orientation finished, jill and i had a few hours to blow so we went to Georgetown to do some shopping. we learned at orientation about how to get there (you take any bra sixed bus from tenleytown!!) so decided to test it out, and we in fact made it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im starting to learn the city, and i know that public transportation is going to be a blast, so im hoping all yall can come visit so we can embrace the cultural exchange!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9338865-111958951483385663?l=ivers2005.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ivers2005.blogspot.com/feeds/111958951483385663/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9338865&amp;postID=111958951483385663' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9338865/posts/default/111958951483385663'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9338865/posts/default/111958951483385663'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ivers2005.blogspot.com/2005/06/ahh-summer.html' title='ahh summer'/><author><name>Christina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10765497490914970851</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v194/tennisgal685/spring%202004/scan.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9338865.post-111871887295129363</id><published>2005-06-13T22:55:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-06-13T23:14:32.956-04:00</updated><title type='text'>lets get fucked up and die</title><content type='html'>well i was so wound up in graduation last night when i posted that i forgot about my super duper exciting experience last week: the Motion City Soundtrack concert. pretty much it was freaking amazing!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we headed out early afternoon after some nerve wracking planning to find a safe car to drive down to grand rapids. after picking claire up at her aunt's house in EGR, we successfully missed our exit, got off at the next one which turned out to take us to ANOTHER freeway, and get off in a really freaky part of town. after a few blocks we found an "adult movie theater" then quickly locked all our doors. upon the sighting of a bank, we pulled in and sent claire to get us directions....2o min or so later, after turning the wrong way and ending up BACK on the freeway going away from our destination, we found the place and got in line.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;despite the finding the place troubles making us uber late, and way far back in the line...we somehow managed to place ourselves against the little fence thing, and as close to the stage as security would let you get. and that just made my concert. the bands that opened for them were pretty good, between the 6 of us, we got both of their cd's, so im looking forward to getting to know them better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but when motion city got to the stage, i just about went mad. we were all screaming like crazy people. the concert was awesome because they played a mix of stuff off of both the old cd and the new one. so i got to hear some of my favorites, and hear some of the new stuff live. i bought the cd for lauren for her grad present, and put it on my computer before i gave it to her (sorry hun), and i have been listening to it nonstop ever since!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;afterwards we waited around for a bit and then got to meet Justin, the lead singer. i remember after we saw them in october we saw him standing around and thought about having him sign some stuff, but didnt, so im glad this time around we did! he was really nice, and signed a ton of stuff for us as well as let us get a picture with him, so im uber excited toget a copy! YAY&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;all in all it was an aweosme concert, lots of moshing, jumping, crowd surfing (i didnt take part in all of that). hopefully twice wont be the end of how many times i see them live!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9338865-111871887295129363?l=ivers2005.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ivers2005.blogspot.com/feeds/111871887295129363/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9338865&amp;postID=111871887295129363' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9338865/posts/default/111871887295129363'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9338865/posts/default/111871887295129363'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ivers2005.blogspot.com/2005/06/lets-get-fucked-up-and-die.html' title='lets get fucked up and die'/><author><name>Christina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10765497490914970851</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v194/tennisgal685/spring%202004/scan.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9338865.post-111863391239620882</id><published>2005-06-12T23:31:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-06-12T23:38:32.400-04:00</updated><title type='text'>where the hell did the last week go</title><content type='html'>that's about how i am feeling as today comes to an end. it has been an entire week since graduation, and i havent really done much of anything other than work, go to parties, and help out around the house.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;today marked my graduation party, which i think turned out to be a complete success. there were a few people i wish would have come who didnt, but overall there was an awesome turnout. at a few points i could even manuver through the living room, and the deck was full of people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so that's it. as my dad said to me as people were clearing out "you really are done with high school, this marks the end..." so here i am, left with a summer in front of me followed by a school year of hopefully so much more. earlier this week i got my schedual emailed to me. yup...my college schedual (rock on my classes dont start til like 11 on mondays!). it just seems so real now, for a while it was like i was speaking of some other life when the topic of college came up, but now...now it is my life, and a life i have been looking forward to got YEARS!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so congrats everyone, today was a big day for a few of us (kim and lauren). this is the real end, all we have left now is our senior summer, and some other people's parties to attend.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9338865-111863391239620882?l=ivers2005.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ivers2005.blogspot.com/feeds/111863391239620882/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9338865&amp;postID=111863391239620882' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9338865/posts/default/111863391239620882'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9338865/posts/default/111863391239620882'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ivers2005.blogspot.com/2005/06/where-hell-did-last-week-go.html' title='where the hell did the last week go'/><author><name>Christina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10765497490914970851</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v194/tennisgal685/spring%202004/scan.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9338865.post-111820428481909472</id><published>2005-06-08T00:02:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-06-08T00:18:04.823-04:00</updated><title type='text'>graduated?</title><content type='html'>while hanging out at Ben's house tonight, someone used the word alumni to describe my fellow graduates and i. somehow that was it,  it finally hit me. no longer will i walk the halls of Petoskey High School. no longer will the Walrus have the final say in just about anything. no longer will Mr. Tamm be telling me to "kick that out." no longer will there be uber cool class trips. no long will a lot of things happen, but those are not so important.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what really hit me is that no longer will i see so many of the people i know to be aquantences (yeah i murdered that one, but oh well). it just hit me that i am losing people, already have lost people, and i never got the chance to say goodbye. never got the chance to tell those people how much they ment to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;right before i left, Ben handed me his senior picture that he had written on, and as i waited for claire to pull out of the driveway so she could follow me home, i read it. he told me if i was ever feeling down while off at college to call him up and he would sing/rap for me. and there they came. the first post-graduation tears. something about him mentioning me getting down at college brought it on. i think it was the realization that in a little over 2 months i am going to be alone. a-l-o-n-e, not away from home for a few weeks of vacation without the fam, not saying goodbye to my friends for a month. i am going to be straight up alone for a good four months.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i know it sounds like i am not looking forward to my college years. dont get me wrong, i am PUMPED, but there is the thought in the back of my mind that i will know all of 3 people in a city of millions come august. there will be no running into friends when i go to the store, no bumping into people i've known my whole life, and that scares me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so a heads up, some of you may be getting some calls next year to talk about the good ol' times, the future, to hear you sing to me, or simply so i can hear a familiar voice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i guess what tonight made me realize is that graduation is the time when you find out who your true friends are. at school you can say hi to whoever you want, because you know you will run into them at one time or another, but now...now being friends with someone actually requires a little work. we have to make the calls, and meet up, or just catch up every once in a while with a quick phone call. but who is going to take the time to make that call, that is how you find out who the real friends are.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9338865-111820428481909472?l=ivers2005.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ivers2005.blogspot.com/feeds/111820428481909472/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9338865&amp;postID=111820428481909472' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9338865/posts/default/111820428481909472'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9338865/posts/default/111820428481909472'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ivers2005.blogspot.com/2005/06/graduated.html' title='graduated?'/><author><name>Christina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10765497490914970851</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v194/tennisgal685/spring%202004/scan.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9338865.post-111757540958862534</id><published>2005-05-31T17:31:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-05-31T17:36:49.593-04:00</updated><title type='text'>uno dia</title><content type='html'>with one day of school left to go, i figured i could muster up the motivation for a quick list of a few random thoughts&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. ONE DAY!!!&lt;br /&gt;2. there are so many kids in gonna miss next year&lt;br /&gt;3. what happens in toronto stays in toronto&lt;br /&gt;4. ever realize you met someone at the complete wrong time and fgeel bad that you didnt realize their awesomeness earlier in life?&lt;br /&gt;5. Jamie Felz is my new favorite junior: he rocks my socks&lt;br /&gt;6. seeing people who have never been intoxicated before intoxicated is absolutely hilarious&lt;br /&gt;7. teachers actually can be really really cool&lt;br /&gt;8. badmiton can provide lots of amazing entertainment&lt;br /&gt;9. i wonder if the bread im making has finished rising&lt;br /&gt;10. the mailman was delivering the mail when i got home today, it made me laugh....and this "story" will probably only make lauren laught but oh well&lt;br /&gt;11. seems like i never see brendan anymore. he gets home from work and goes to bed, then leaves for work before im up&lt;br /&gt;12. its summery outside and that makes me happy&lt;br /&gt;13. i think Wagner (the brazilian exchange student) should join our group of friends until he leaves in july because he's a lot of fun and doesnt get out much...and hes my neighbor&lt;br /&gt;14. i am poor&lt;br /&gt;15. im gonna go check on my bread&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;short and sweet, but this is about as long as i can focus on one thing.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9338865-111757540958862534?l=ivers2005.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ivers2005.blogspot.com/feeds/111757540958862534/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9338865&amp;postID=111757540958862534' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9338865/posts/default/111757540958862534'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9338865/posts/default/111757540958862534'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ivers2005.blogspot.com/2005/05/uno-dia.html' title='uno dia'/><author><name>Christina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10765497490914970851</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v194/tennisgal685/spring%202004/scan.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9338865.post-111696622673602200</id><published>2005-05-24T16:03:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-05-24T16:23:46.753-04:00</updated><title type='text'>ahhh attack of "the itis"</title><content type='html'>in lauren's words, the "itis" has for sure taken over my life and everyday actions. my current average day goes about like this:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8:30am: stare at the clock praying the shool has burnt down and not wanting to get out of bed&lt;br /&gt;8:50am: actually manage to drag myself our of bed, and quickly into the shower&lt;br /&gt;9:15am: rush into the car and speed away to school praying Este won't mark me as late seeing as though one more "unexcused tardy" in that class would leave me with the wrath of facing detention to make up the time.&lt;br /&gt;11:30am: pop into Mrs. Self's office while she tells me not to bother coming back to school, ill be more use to society not coming to my teachers Aide hour. &lt;br /&gt;12:00: stare at the clock in Mr. Young's AP Lit class, doing nothing much, and hoping he will let us out early&lt;br /&gt;12:30pm: make the treck to Big Apple Bagels often with Cole, Brianna, or Kate wondering when they are going to learn my name and normal order as they have done for Brianna (when i walked in today the lady was exclaiming "what will it be today Brianna")&lt;br /&gt;1:00pm: return to my house, most of the time with one or more people in tow to do absolutely nothing for the expanse of 5th hour&lt;br /&gt;2:05pm: most of those people leave to go back to school for the final hour and i do one of the following&lt;br /&gt;       ~absolutely nothing&lt;br /&gt;       ~absolutely nothing&lt;br /&gt;       ~ or of course: absolutely nothing&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the evening usually consists of procrastinating to do any sort of work on the Bio lab/project that is due apon my return from Toronto.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;in short, i havent been doing much of anything worthwhile in the past 2 weeks or so. i have been spending time with some awesome people, laughing a lot, and most of all reminiscing over the past and the cliche aspects of the fact that graduation looms only a week and a half away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yes i know it is corny, but as the days dwindle away i can't help but think about how many of my dear "school friends" i will probably not maintain after these last 2 weeks are over with. i hope to god that i will still run into them on my rare trips back home, but at the same time i must accept the fact that I am on the edge of entering a new chapter in this book of life. I am moving on to meet new people, have new experiences, and explore a new city. as i close the chapter on high school, i could not hope for anything more than my college memories to be as wonderful as those from this period.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;as i move into the last week or so of high school, blogging most likely will not be on the top of my list of things to do (as you can tell from my lack of writing lately), so as i venture to toronto, thrive through the last 3 days of school, stay up for inhumane hours on the senior trip to cedar point, and walk across the stage a proud graduate of Petoskey High School, i leave you with this song. it was the senior song of last year's graduating class, and is one i feel relates to every graduate, and most of all to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; Dexter Freebish: Leaving Town. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Oh your reputation is so golden&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;your never lonely and your never home&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I know you've been talking about leaving&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;you've lost all your feelings for this town. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Paint your nails and put your lipstick&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;you don't want to miss your ticket out.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Just because you graduate from school&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;so high in the gene pool that's your point of view.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;But when your broke and down and no one else is around&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;You'll come running back to this town and&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I'll be there, yeah I'll be there.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Cause I remember how we drank time together&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and how you used to say that the stars are forever.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And daydreamed about how to make your life better by&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;leaving town, leaving town.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Pack your bags, your smokes in your pocket&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Your wearing my locket around your neck&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Take a drag and wait for the Greyhound&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;the world is your playground and you want to win.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;But when your broke and down and no one else is around.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;You'll come running back to this town and&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I'll be there, yeah I'll be there.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Cause I remember how we drank time and&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;how you used to say that the stars are forever.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And daydreamed about how to make your life better by&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;leaving town, leaving town.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Nothing in life will ever come that easy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Doesn't mean it has to be that hard.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I know you will find out who you are&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;But when your broke and down and no one else is around.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;You'll come running back to this town and&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I'll be there, yeah I'll be there.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Cause I remember how we drank time together&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and how you used to say that the stars are forever.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And daydreamed about how to make your life better by&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;leaving town, leaving town.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Yeah I remember how we drank time together and&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;how you used to say that the stars are forever.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And daydreamed about how to make your life better by&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;leaving town, leaving town.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Your leaving town, yeah&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9338865-111696622673602200?l=ivers2005.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ivers2005.blogspot.com/feeds/111696622673602200/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9338865&amp;postID=111696622673602200' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9338865/posts/default/111696622673602200'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9338865/posts/default/111696622673602200'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ivers2005.blogspot.com/2005/05/ahhh-attack-of-itis.html' title='ahhh attack of &quot;the itis&quot;'/><author><name>Christina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10765497490914970851</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v194/tennisgal685/spring%202004/scan.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9338865.post-111627849235971552</id><published>2005-05-16T17:19:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-05-16T17:21:32.360-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Bio...Fun</title><content type='html'>oh yeah, the bio dinner was last night, and it was absolutely amazing. Although a little akward to be in Ms. Nicholson's house (with her "friend" who im pretty sure is actually her boyfriend), the food couldnt have been better, and fun was had by all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Afterwards we introduced Chris McGeorge to Mean Girls, complete with Breezy quoting every single line. twas a blast, now we just have our final project to do and we are free from all!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9338865-111627849235971552?l=ivers2005.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ivers2005.blogspot.com/feeds/111627849235971552/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9338865&amp;postID=111627849235971552' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9338865/posts/default/111627849235971552'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9338865/posts/default/111627849235971552'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ivers2005.blogspot.com/2005/05/biofun.html' title='Bio...Fun'/><author><name>Christina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10765497490914970851</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v194/tennisgal685/spring%202004/scan.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9338865.post-111627830071001781</id><published>2005-05-16T16:59:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-05-16T17:18:20.713-04:00</updated><title type='text'>photo time!</title><content type='html'>i really dont have much to write about, so i decided it was time for a few fun pictures. not exactly recent, but exciting all the same.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First Up: only a few more months til i move in at AU, so i figured one from on campus would be appropriate. this is my roomate from NSLC Brittney and I with the tiki man on campus (why it's there, i have absolutely NO idea!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v194/tennisgal685/au.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In honor of the fact that the Motion City Soundtrack/Jack's Mannequin concert is less than a month away, heres a pic of Andrew (lead singer of soco, and a member of Jack's Mannequin as well) from the soco concert we went to in the fall.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v194/tennisgal685/soco2.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I absolutely love this building. it was the sole reason i contemplated not throwing Marquette out of the running for schools i might have decided on. It is the art museum in Milwalke, and i think it looks like a spaceship! (cool fact: it was designed by the same man who designed the Sydney Opera House)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v194/tennisgal685/milwalki.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Heres a fun one, this is my cousin, Chris, from England, Kate, and I last summer when chris and i went to Beaver Island to visit Kate. (although the look on Chris's face may lead you to believe otherwise, we are actually completely sober!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v194/tennisgal685/beaver.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well this one just makes me look like a freak but oh well. This is a random night with nothing to do in which we ended up running around Walmart taking pictures of ourselves being retarded. Personally, i think the granny-panties-over-the-pants-look is pretty hot!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v194/tennisgal685/wal.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And this one is just Beautiful. it is of La Jolla (the town that Claire and I stayed in last spring break in California)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v194/tennisgal685/cali.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9338865-111627830071001781?l=ivers2005.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ivers2005.blogspot.com/feeds/111627830071001781/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9338865&amp;postID=111627830071001781' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9338865/posts/default/111627830071001781'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9338865/posts/default/111627830071001781'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ivers2005.blogspot.com/2005/05/photo-time.html' title='photo time!'/><author><name>Christina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10765497490914970851</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v194/tennisgal685/spring%202004/scan.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9338865.post-111578104153037075</id><published>2005-05-10T22:59:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-05-10T23:10:41.593-04:00</updated><title type='text'>what the hell</title><content type='html'>i have been so happy for so long lately and today i suddenly had an all round shitty, unhappy, crappy day. What went wrong? well you see there's my problem, nothing really went wrong, i just felt like crap. But, i have convinced myself that returning to sophmore year is out of the question, and im praying this is a one day feeling.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But, I realized today that my group of friends seems to be changing quite quickly. the past few weekends (lots of weekends it seems) have consisted of me spending time with the bio people and jason, not my regular crowd. And that sucks, i means i have all sorts of geeky fun with claire, breezy, ben, and jason...but i miss everyone else.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It seems like i kinda got pushed out of the crowd for being the single one, which is something i know other people have felt before. maybe its just my awful mood but it seems like none of them ever call me to hang out when there are group get togethers. aww well, i guess thats how life goes. you move from friends to friends, never staying in one place too long. besides those few you keep around permanently.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then there's jason. i really thought things were gonna be peachy between us, and something was going to start, but it doesnt really seem like that is in the picture right now. maybe im crazed, but im getting the "just friends" vibe from him lately. and when i think about it he really isnt the type to have a girlfriend. hes jason the "shy" one when it comes to girls. in that aspect hes kinda like brendan, the guy that you assume has girls who would love to date him, but still doesnt ever date anyone. I dont know whats gonna go down, but im kinda upset by it. i was looking forward to the idea of it and now im pretty sure that idea is thrown out the window. i guess we'll just have to see what comes of it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyways, any cheer-me-up thoughts, i could use some.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9338865-111578104153037075?l=ivers2005.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ivers2005.blogspot.com/feeds/111578104153037075/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9338865&amp;postID=111578104153037075' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9338865/posts/default/111578104153037075'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9338865/posts/default/111578104153037075'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ivers2005.blogspot.com/2005/05/what-hell.html' title='what the hell'/><author><name>Christina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10765497490914970851</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v194/tennisgal685/spring%202004/scan.jpg'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9338865.post-111568929999801233</id><published>2005-05-09T21:32:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-05-09T21:41:40.003-04:00</updated><title type='text'>The vagina is a very hostile environment</title><content type='html'>Although this past chapter about animal reproduction proved to be extremely exciting (how can learning that the vagina is a very hostile environment NOT be fun!), i am happy to report that the class formally known Advanced Placement Biology is now known as "Advanced Placement Beach." Today I completed my official AP test for Bio, what fun...four wonderful hours in a room testing my complete knoledge of the wonderful subject Biology! Anywho...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we celebrated the completion of our exam with a "road trip" to harbor springs to eat lunch at the Island Bean (if you havent been there, I HIGHLY recommend it. it's attached to the gas station in downtown harbor.) which we took down by the water in Harbor and layed in the grass to eat. This was claire breezy ben and i by the way. i have to say putting four ap bio students together can never be a good thing, for we turn into complete geeks and relate all everyday experiences to bio...gross. I would have to say the ride home provided the most relaxing form of not caring ever though. Claire had a stack of her study cards in the backseat, and apon finding them, breezy slowly threw them one at a time out the window. "carbohydrates...never have to think about those again. the digestive system...never have to think about that again." needless to say her Ben and I passed the stack around and relieved ourselves of the Bio awfulness. (of course with claire in the background yelling about how we were ruining the environment as well as that if she got a littering ticket we would have to pay it).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SIGH....I am free. for real.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9338865-111568929999801233?l=ivers2005.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ivers2005.blogspot.com/feeds/111568929999801233/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9338865&amp;postID=111568929999801233' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9338865/posts/default/111568929999801233'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9338865/posts/default/111568929999801233'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ivers2005.blogspot.com/2005/05/vagina-is-very-hostile-environment.html' title='The vagina is a very hostile environment'/><author><name>Christina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10765497490914970851</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v194/tennisgal685/spring%202004/scan.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9338865.post-111524028259182858</id><published>2005-05-04T16:47:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-05-04T16:58:02.676-04:00</updated><title type='text'>do I likey?</title><content type='html'>Well Lauren referred to him as "SO SWEET" and steph inquired "do you likey?" as comments on that last blog about prom, so i figure it's time to write a little bit about Jason.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My first real experience of getting to know Jason was my AP Bio (aka devil) class. First semester he was part of our little cluster in the back that always seems to be talking not listening to the lectures. I can remember every once in a while thinking he seems like a really fun guy, and really sweet, but of course i never said anything because there was Matt, and i loved my relationship with Matt at that time. So i never thought twice about the little crush i had developed. After first semester Jason dropped. and i never really thought about it again un til a late night phone call one night in which Claire informed me that Ben had asked her to prom, and that Jason planned to ask me. Then i kinda went "hmmmmm" this could be interesting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So he asked and things went on, until one day early last week. I left school and started walking out to my car, only to notice something rather large resting on my windsheild. Well, Jason had left me a few orange roses with a little note attacted. i know Incredibly sweet of him. So that friday night we went and saw a movie, he picked me up, opened all doors for me, paid, walked me to my door afterwards, all the sweet things guys do. so at that point i really got to thinking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I already wrote about the fact that prom was amazing, which it was. Now i a left with being completely perplexed as to what to do about this. As all of you who know Jason know, he is incredibly shy, so i know that if anything is going to come from this i need to start the discussion. but we'll see. in figuring things out right now. The thing im worried about though is the fact that i AM leaving for washington dc in less than four months. if i was sticking around in state i could handle holding on to a relationship while in college, but being so far away would be impossible. i dont plan on coming home before Christmas, so thats that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;any avdice peoples?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9338865-111524028259182858?l=ivers2005.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ivers2005.blogspot.com/feeds/111524028259182858/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9338865&amp;postID=111524028259182858' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9338865/posts/default/111524028259182858'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9338865/posts/default/111524028259182858'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ivers2005.blogspot.com/2005/05/do-i-likey.html' title='do I likey?'/><author><name>Christina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10765497490914970851</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v194/tennisgal685/spring%202004/scan.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9338865.post-111497348398733309</id><published>2005-05-01T14:29:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-05-01T14:51:23.990-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Prom 2005</title><content type='html'>well prom was last night, and it was absolutely amazing. i was a little nervous about it before just because it was the first time i ever actually went with a real date, who i wasn dating at the time...kinda seemed like a little bit of pressure because of that. but it was awesome.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Belinda did my hair (lauren katelin and i all went together) and it was kinda depressing because it was her last day at City Limits, because shes switching to a different salon, but oh well, we had a blast. then i went to Breezy's to get ready, and we were running beyond late! none of us were in our dresses, or finished doing hair when people showed up to pick some of us up!! oh well, made things exciting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After that we Claire and I headed out to the McMurray's to meet up with the parents and the boys. Mrs. McMurray had drinks and appetizers for the parents like an hour before we went out there, which i thought was so sweet. then came the dredded Picture Time! so, heres a few for you to feast your eyes one!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v194/tennisgal685/118_1864.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;w00t i managed NOT to stab him with the boutineer pins! and aww arent we gorgeous...lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v194/tennisgal685/118_1871.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From left: Jason, me, Ben, Claire.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v194/tennisgal685/118_1889.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This one is my favorite. us gals have a tradition of doing the "Charlie's Angel's" pose for pictures before dances, and we thought it would be funny if we got ben and jason in on it as well...but they werent too keen on it. so our news paper has this "where in the world is the news review" thing where you take pictures holding up the paper on random trips and things...so Mrs. McMurray went and got a paper, and we fully plan on blowing this one up for Ben's grad party to pick on him!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well. as the night went on, we went to the dance, basically made fools of ourselves. then went back to McMurrays afterwards and hung out for the night, it was actually pretty nice out and we have a little bonfire on the beach, went swimming (yeah it was freezing, but the hot tub afterwards was wonferful!). and in the morning Ben made us waffles!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyways, all in all it was a wonderful night, and im glad i moved on from my month or so when i claimed i wasnt going to prom. hope everyone else had a blast as well!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9338865-111497348398733309?l=ivers2005.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ivers2005.blogspot.com/feeds/111497348398733309/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9338865&amp;postID=111497348398733309' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9338865/posts/default/111497348398733309'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9338865/posts/default/111497348398733309'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ivers2005.blogspot.com/2005/05/prom-2005.html' title='Prom 2005'/><author><name>Christina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10765497490914970851</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v194/tennisgal685/spring%202004/scan.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9338865.post-111447181031006570</id><published>2005-04-25T19:28:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-04-25T19:30:10.310-04:00</updated><title type='text'>concert time</title><content type='html'>well im a retard and wrote this post last week, but posted it on my lyrics blog by accident, so here it is on this one!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Motion City Soundtrack&lt;br /&gt;Thursday June 9th&lt;br /&gt;The Intersection&lt;br /&gt;Grand Rapids&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WAIT WAIT WAIT....it gets better! it is a CD release party, all of two days after the cd comes out (yes i am gonna have to wait those two days so i can buy it at the show and have them sign it...we are waiting around this time!) AND they are playing with Jack's Mannequin (a band that features Andrew from SoCo!)&lt;br /&gt;so i really probably couldnt be any more excited about a concert than i am right now. this is like us going to see SoCo all over again! w00t for claire and i's wonderful concert finding talents!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9338865-111447181031006570?l=ivers2005.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ivers2005.blogspot.com/feeds/111447181031006570/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9338865&amp;postID=111447181031006570' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9338865/posts/default/111447181031006570'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9338865/posts/default/111447181031006570'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ivers2005.blogspot.com/2005/04/concert-time.html' title='concert time'/><author><name>Christina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10765497490914970851</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v194/tennisgal685/spring%202004/scan.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9338865.post-111431029547945105</id><published>2005-04-23T22:30:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-04-23T22:38:15.480-04:00</updated><title type='text'>exit, emergency</title><content type='html'>I realized today that it has been forever since ive posted, and even longer since ive actually posted something of my own! i feel like ive been really busy lately, yet i cant point to anything in my life that has been taking up much time at all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;theres school, and working out, and thats it. ive barely done any homework, that whole senioritis thing is getting in the way of that. I'm thinking that the next month or so is gonna be a peice of cake, and none of my teachers are really going to care, so thats wonderous!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Prom is next weekend. Prom is next weekend. Prom is next weekend. Prom is next weekend. maybe if i say it enough times i'll actually belive it's almost here already. to tell you the truth a while ago i wasnt excited about prom whatsoever. them i bought my dress...the one i am officially in love with...and i got a little more excited. then i thought i wasnt gonna find anyone to go with...then Jason asked me, and now im pumped. im actually going all out this year. im even getting my nails done, ROCK ON!!! and Claire is going with ben, so the four of us are kinda double dating, if you can call it dating, lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;definately going to post pictures when they are all taken and everything, so be looking forward to it!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9338865-111431029547945105?l=ivers2005.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ivers2005.blogspot.com/feeds/111431029547945105/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9338865&amp;postID=111431029547945105' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9338865/posts/default/111431029547945105'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9338865/posts/default/111431029547945105'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ivers2005.blogspot.com/2005/04/exit-emergency.html' title='exit, emergency'/><author><name>Christina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10765497490914970851</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v194/tennisgal685/spring%202004/scan.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9338865.post-111403683925154021</id><published>2005-04-20T18:37:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-04-20T18:40:39.253-04:00</updated><title type='text'>amusing</title><content type='html'>I was randomly flipping through blogs the other day, and i found this and thought it was hilarious. thanks &lt;a href="http://ihatetheitguy.blogspot.com/"&gt;http://ihatetheitguy.blogspot.com/&lt;/a&gt; for your contribution to my blog!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A parent's worst nightmare:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A father entered his daughter's bedroom and saw a letter on the bed. With the worst premonition he read it with trembling hands.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dear Mum and Dad,&lt;br /&gt;It is with great regret and sorrow that I'm telling you that I've eloped with my new boyfriend. I've found real love and he is so nice, especially with all his piercings, scars, tattoos, and his big motorcycle. But it is not only that, I'm pregnant and Ahmed said that we will be very happy in his trailer in the woods. He wants to have many more children with me and that is one of my dreams.&lt;br /&gt;I've learned that marijuana doesn't hurt anyone and we'll be growing it for us and his friends. They're the ones providing us with all the cocaine and ecstasy we could ever want. In the meantime, we'll pray for science to find the AIDS cure so Ahmed gets better. He deserves it.&lt;br /&gt;Don't worry about money, Ahmed has arranged for me to be in films that his friends Leroy and Jamal make in their basement. Apparently I can earn $50 a scene and I get a $50 bonus if there are more than three men in the scene, and an extra $100 if they use a horse.&lt;br /&gt;Don't worry Mum, now I'm 15 years old I know how to take care of myself. Someday I'll visit you and Dad so that you can meet your grandchildren.&lt;br /&gt;Your loving daughter,&lt;br /&gt;Aimee&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S. Dad, it's not true, I'm at a neighbours house. I just wanted to show you that there are worse things in life than denting the car. Sorry about your B.M.W.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love you, Aimee&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9338865-111403683925154021?l=ivers2005.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ivers2005.blogspot.com/feeds/111403683925154021/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9338865&amp;postID=111403683925154021' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9338865/posts/default/111403683925154021'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9338865/posts/default/111403683925154021'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ivers2005.blogspot.com/2005/04/amusing.html' title='amusing'/><author><name>Christina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10765497490914970851</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v194/tennisgal685/spring%202004/scan.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9338865.post-111353328688231859</id><published>2005-04-14T22:23:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-04-14T22:48:06.886-04:00</updated><title type='text'>what a refreshing day</title><content type='html'>have you ever reunited with an old friend, someone you never realized you had gotten so out of touch with, and realized how much you missed spending time with them? today, i did just that, and it was great. Brianna and i were tight in middle school, and somehow high school tore us apart, and we never got much of the chance to spend time together. So today, when we both ended up and the softball game, we spent a bunch of time talking, or... just plain being goofy is more like it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anywho we both left, and then about five minutes before the OC was coming on, Brianna called desperate because her cable broke, so she came over. i honestly dont think that i have spent time with the girl outside of the classes we have together for over a year. anyways, this got me thinking about college and such. There are so many people in our class that i see every day at school, and that is the way in which i communicate with them. they are people that i think are awesome, and i love to hear about their lives, but dont actually see outside of that. Next year is going to bring a wave of new people, and unfortunately wash all of these people right out. A step i am not so sure i want to come. the new people will be great, but i hate to say goodbye to the old.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;People always talk about graduation being the last time you see so many people, and it is so much the truth. Yes, maybe i will run into a few of them around town, seeing as though it is a small place, but im not going to be home all the time, im gonna be forever and a half away in DC. so i suppose this is me freaking out about moving on, leaving the people that i have grown old with, the people who have witnessed me grow up. the new people wont have that past, ill have to explain it to them, and i always wonder what my explanation will bring. will i talk about my past in a completely different light than the people who experienced it thought of it? or will i get it right on?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;is it normal to have cold feet? (got i sound like this is a wedding). or should i just get on with it and get used to leaving the majority of my P-town people, and moving on to hopefully bigger and better things. or at least things that are just as good. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;today i had a huge amount of time to waste between my college class and high school because we got out early, and i figured i was already excused til 3rd hour, so why go to class. so i took a little drive around town, trying to figure out this whole moving on thing. I drove down by the waterfront, and out pickrel lake road, picked out all the places i had good memories in the town, and tried to commit a visual to memory. but in doing all of this, i felt a deeper appreciation for Petoskey, it truely is an absolutely beautiful place. we have water galore surrounding us wherever we look. a picturesque, quaint little downtown area. people from all around the country, even from other countries actually come here to visit, that has to say something about the area.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyways, besides my epiphany that Petoskey is truely a beautiful place, and that i am never going to see a lot of my everyday aquaintences once graduation rolls around, i had a pleasant day. and w00t for the sun finally being out again.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9338865-111353328688231859?l=ivers2005.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ivers2005.blogspot.com/feeds/111353328688231859/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9338865&amp;postID=111353328688231859' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9338865/posts/default/111353328688231859'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9338865/posts/default/111353328688231859'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ivers2005.blogspot.com/2005/04/what-refreshing-day.html' title='what a refreshing day'/><author><name>Christina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10765497490914970851</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v194/tennisgal685/spring%202004/scan.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9338865.post-111345145620157111</id><published>2005-04-13T23:25:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-04-14T00:07:10.490-04:00</updated><title type='text'>sex</title><content type='html'>and the city of course&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When the show Sex and the City came out, i have to admitt i thought that it was going to be another sleezy worthless show, so therefore i never took the time out of my day to actually watch it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;About a month ago, while in Cinncinati with my parents, i was flipping through the channels and stopped on a show that looked alright. little did i know, i had opened myself to this show that i had previously thought to be absolutely horrid.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Although my shitty new cable service sadly does not include HBO, i am officially addicted to the reruns that they plan on tbs. the other night i actually took in caffine so i would be able to stay up for the 10-11 shows. how incredably pathetic is that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;now this post was not ment to boast the wonderfulness of Sex and the City, i just felt it appropriate to tie in a real world, kinda fun, example to what i wanted to write about. A few days back my Communications prof (Carol as i will refer to her from now on) gave a lecture on perception, focusing on your "first impression" of people that you meet. we did an exercise where we had a list of characteristics, and we had to match them up with people in the class (this was near the start of the class so none of us knew that much about each other). i was picked out by almost everyone as the "good catholic girl." i thought this ironic, because in a sense i am a good catholic girl, but minus the really religious aspect of it, and plus the innocent part. im not completely innocent, but i must say, im far from corrupted.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and that got me thinking. the first time you looked at someone who means a ton to you now, what did you think? when i look back at a lot of the relationships (intimate/friendships/whatever) i have had in the past, my first impression of those people was often something negative, which turned out to be completely untrue.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so that got me curious, what did people think of me when we first met? ive been pondering that question for a while, so i challenge each and every one of you to tell me. nice things or mean things, i dont care, i wanna know what people think before they actually get to know me! so please leave me a comment. thanks, you guys rock&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9338865-111345145620157111?l=ivers2005.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ivers2005.blogspot.com/feeds/111345145620157111/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9338865&amp;postID=111345145620157111' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9338865/posts/default/111345145620157111'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9338865/posts/default/111345145620157111'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ivers2005.blogspot.com/2005/04/sex.html' title='sex'/><author><name>Christina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10765497490914970851</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v194/tennisgal685/spring%202004/scan.jpg'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9338865.post-111331595490431451</id><published>2005-04-12T10:12:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-04-12T10:25:54.906-04:00</updated><title type='text'>back in the real world</title><content type='html'>well, it's back to school for another two months, err a little under two months. and believe me, i am counting down the days until i am out of here. now, although i am so freaking excited about next year, part of me is hesitant about leaving.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Break wasnt anything majorly exciting. i worked a few days, made some cash, then we headed down to Washington DC. It was great to be on AU's campus again, made me miss everyone back at NSLC...:( but also brought back a TON of awesome memories. ahhh good times. but, im pleased to announce that there will be many more awesome memories made on that campus, seeing as i enrolled for school there next year last night! oh, how exciting. it's incredibly far from home, but in an amazing city. ill be glad to have Whit just around the corner at George Washington, and maybe Jill will be at AU as well.  im sure to be in for a great time though, no doubt about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had a chance to catch up with Sam (my cousin) while i was on campus. i think he's excited to have me down there, seeing as though he's been going through some rough times down there with the girlfriend moving out, and not having too many people he is close to around. But, he is trying to get his masters board to allow him to write his thesis in Egypt instead of staying in DC next semester. oh well, he'll be back after that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In other news, im becoming quite upset about this John Bolton guy. He has openly opposed the UN, even stated that the UN doesnt actually exist outside of people's immaginations Yet the Bush Administration is hoping to have him appointed as our ambassador to the UN...something there isnt quite right to me. We listened to NPR most of the drive back from DC (as much as i used to complain about my parent's love affair with this station, it's definately growing on me) and they cited speech after speech of this guy's from a few years ago. Now, when asked about it, the man dismisses ever even saying those things. It seems to me that the individual appointed to this possition should be someone supportive of the United Nations as a whole, not someone with no belief in the organization whatsoever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i guess we'll see that happens, there is one moderate that the decision is resting on, come on people, persuade him this Bolton guy is a lunitic!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well, time for me to head to World History, so im out&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9338865-111331595490431451?l=ivers2005.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ivers2005.blogspot.com/feeds/111331595490431451/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9338865&amp;postID=111331595490431451' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9338865/posts/default/111331595490431451'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9338865/posts/default/111331595490431451'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ivers2005.blogspot.com/2005/04/back-in-real-world.html' title='back in the real world'/><author><name>Christina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10765497490914970851</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v194/tennisgal685/spring%202004/scan.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9338865.post-111257705549698747</id><published>2005-04-03T20:57:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-04-03T21:10:55.496-04:00</updated><title type='text'>calming yet thought provoking</title><content type='html'>&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v194/tennisgal685/amyromw.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As catholics all over the globe mourn the death of the pope, others have been forced to take a deep look into what they believe in. Amy, a friend of mine from NSLC was fortunate enough to be vacationing in rome at the time of the Pope's death. what an experience. Above you see a picture she took of the pope's residence, and the people swarming the area, "pilgrims" as they were called.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; At church this morning, Father Denny boasted his belief that the death of Pope John Paul II would bring a wave of newcomers into the catholic church. i am greatful that this has brought a positive light onto the curch, which for some time now has been portrayed so negatively in the news. This does make me happy, for it is the religion i attach myself to, no matter what my true beliefs towards it are. beliefs that this weekend have forced me to place under scrutiny.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am a firm beliver that the death of the pope may bring hopeful change to the religion. althought my belief that there is not a god may never leave me, it would please me to see that the church i was raised under finally became a church i could in some way connect with, although not spiritually. I am a firm beliver that the church has placed itself in such a conservative stance, people are turned away. with women placed in such a negative light, and given a complete lack of oppertunity for leadership, the church seems to be living so far in the past, many cannot connect with them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;although there are many things i belive that the church can improve on, there are also so many that i do not agree with, and know will never change. This period of change in my life that is so quickly changing, a change to almost complete freedom is sure to also bring a huge change in the spiritual world. more and more as i attend church these days i am flooded by the feeling that i am being brainwashed, yet i go each and every Sunday in an attempt to please my parents who are under the firm belief that it will somehow make me believe again, and somehow pull me back into their catholic world. leaving for college will most definately bring a lack of that spiritual aspect of my life, and i am intrigued to see how it will affect me in the whole scheme of things. wish me luck.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9338865-111257705549698747?l=ivers2005.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ivers2005.blogspot.com/feeds/111257705549698747/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9338865&amp;postID=111257705549698747' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9338865/posts/default/111257705549698747'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9338865/posts/default/111257705549698747'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ivers2005.blogspot.com/2005/04/calming-yet-thought-provoking.html' title='calming yet thought provoking'/><author><name>Christina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10765497490914970851</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v194/tennisgal685/spring%202004/scan.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9338865.post-111221707766563029</id><published>2005-03-30T16:01:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-03-30T16:11:17.666-05:00</updated><title type='text'>one day to freedom</title><content type='html'>Starting about sophmore year, every spring i would boast the fast that i had senioritis...and i truely believed that i did. but now, those days are nothing compared to what i am feeling now. i have no motivation to try whatsoever when it comes to school, all i can do is think that there are only a few more months and my misery will be replaced by a nice long summer break, before heading off to college, something that i am MEGA excited about.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;to make it worse, it is the week before spring break, i have been working my ass off for a while now without any sort of break, so this is looking likea heaven to me, dispite the fact that im not going anywhere too exciting. So, only one more day until my freedom!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ya know, i felf kinda bad because i havent written anything in a while, but now that i look at it, i really have nothing to write about...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i am pretty much possitve that i am going to American, im just waiting until we go there so that i can make sure it is what i want..but i am mega excited about going down there. i mean what could be better for a poli-sci major that living in the capitol! w00t. but all yall better promise to come and see me, because im gonna miss yall!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;k...im out of things to talk about, peace!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9338865-111221707766563029?l=ivers2005.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ivers2005.blogspot.com/feeds/111221707766563029/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9338865&amp;postID=111221707766563029' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9338865/posts/default/111221707766563029'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9338865/posts/default/111221707766563029'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ivers2005.blogspot.com/2005/03/one-day-to-freedom.html' title='one day to freedom'/><author><name>Christina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10765497490914970851</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v194/tennisgal685/spring%202004/scan.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9338865.post-111181215946080849</id><published>2005-03-25T23:39:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-03-25T23:42:39.463-05:00</updated><title type='text'>i know i know</title><content type='html'>i saw this post on someone's blog, and i just HAD to post it. thanks &lt;a href="http://drforbush.tblog.com/"&gt;"dr. forbush"&lt;/a&gt; for your work!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(please think about only half the lights in our school being on, and the budget cuts leading to the "early retirement buy out play" that many of the good teachers in the school are leaving for)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Education 2006&lt;br /&gt;One reason conservatives and moderates chose to support George W Bush in November was the illusion of the “No Child Left Behind” program passed in the first year of the Bush administration. This law turned out to be positive in name only.&lt;br /&gt;Congress is considering next year’s budget and education is once again on the table. Conservatives have total control of both houses of congress and they can pretty much pass whatever law they deem necessary to improve the education of our children. The Far Right Republicans lead by George W Bush say that they don’t want to leave any children behind. However, the proposals for this budget say differently.&lt;br /&gt;The House resolution would lead to $38 billion in cuts to education and training from 2006-2010, compared to current spending adjusted for inflation. The Senate version of the bill was protected with an amendment by Senator Kennedy to protect education funding. However, if both versions of the bill are passed a conference committee is likely to strip the bill of this amendment in order to reach consensus.&lt;br /&gt;President Bush is breaking his promise to Americans. He called on the nation to reform our public schools, pledging to make sure that all children receive a quality education, the president has ignored his own pledge. Bush's budget is $12 billion short on funds he promised for the No Child Left Behind Act the program that he touted in the election. The president's proposals would also cut 25,000 children from Head Start, leave 1.7 million children without after-school programs, and kick 2.8 million adults out of programs that help them learn to read.&lt;br /&gt;Why doesn’t the Government have money for education? The government doesn’t have any money for education because the far right radical Republicans have cut taxes to the wealthy. Far Right Republicans don’t really care about public education, because their kids are in private schools. And, the whole reason that the government sponsors education is to keep America a democracy. People need to understand the facts in order to make good decisions. But radical Republicans don’t care about the truth and less education benefits their cause. They can get the uneducated to support the agenda of the wealthy while the poor children don’t get the education they need to keep America a Democracy&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9338865-111181215946080849?l=ivers2005.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ivers2005.blogspot.com/feeds/111181215946080849/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9338865&amp;postID=111181215946080849' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9338865/posts/default/111181215946080849'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9338865/posts/default/111181215946080849'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ivers2005.blogspot.com/2005/03/i-know-i-know.html' title='i know i know'/><author><name>Christina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10765497490914970851</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v194/tennisgal685/spring%202004/scan.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9338865.post-111181167392810509</id><published>2005-03-25T23:20:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-03-25T23:34:33.930-05:00</updated><title type='text'>shopping is the cure</title><content type='html'>well, seems as though our shopping trip did wonders for my sore throat... or at least for now it did. im still in a bit of pain, but things are shaping up for the night. the shopping trip turned out to be an awesome and much needed get away. i wasnt planning on buying much, but came home with uhhh like a new wardrobe! oops, but oh well i definately got a lot for my $80 that i spent. w00t for bargin shopping!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While calling my mom to tell her i was on my way home, i ended up talking to my brother, and him and his friends were headed to boyne to go hot tubbing for the night, and he wanted some "sibling bonding time" so i decided to go with them. as much as i love my own friends, brendan's always ensure a good time as well. so that was good for me, although the clorine ruined my skin, making it forever dry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyways, Brendan told us a story about getting peed on this morning that i thought was absolutely hilarious, definately gross, but hilarious all the same. (for those of you who don't know my brother, brace yourselves for you will soon know how crazed he is). so, brendan had gotten out of bed, and gone to the community bathrooms to take a crap...(dun dun dun). when he finished up apparently there was a guy in the stall next to him peeing, so brendan, being brendan, decided it would be funny to reach under the stall and tie his shoelaces together...and he proceeded to do so. (just wait it gets better) so this guy, he had a name, but i wasnt really paying attention to that, decided it would get brendan back if he just peed on his hands while he was attempting to tie his shoes together.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and that is the story of how brendan got peed on this morning. goonight.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9338865-111181167392810509?l=ivers2005.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ivers2005.blogspot.com/feeds/111181167392810509/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9338865&amp;postID=111181167392810509' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9338865/posts/default/111181167392810509'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9338865/posts/default/111181167392810509'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ivers2005.blogspot.com/2005/03/shopping-is-cure.html' title='shopping is the cure'/><author><name>Christina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10765497490914970851</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v194/tennisgal685/spring%202004/scan.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9338865.post-111161626020891499</id><published>2005-03-23T17:03:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-03-23T17:17:40.210-05:00</updated><title type='text'>oops</title><content type='html'>okay, scratch that whole healthy thing. i was only being hopeful. i got up this morning, and couldnt eat breakfast because of the major swollenness of my throat. finally by like 10 i was able to get down a pop tart, and my lunch squeezed in there. ick. this is no fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;other than that my life hasnt had too many intrigueing moments. well, there was AP lit today, lauren and i rocked the house with our wonderful musical talents, well okay laurens musical talents, and my poety reading talents....was quite interesting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;in other news, this whole Terri Schiavo thing is getting to be a little much, no offense Bush, but how is it YOUR business, and why the hell should you be creating new laws based on this circumstance. I believe that it should be between the family members and her husband to solve this issue, not the business of the entire world, and tisk tisk to the press for seeing her unfortunate state and a way to make some money. Personally i feel that if she has been in this state for 15 years, she is obviously not going to get better, and if there is nothing to do to help her, i truely believe that it is best to let her pass away. But the realy point to this rambling is that i do not feel it is the business of the entire nation, or does it belong in politics. I am in fact glad the court of appeals turned down her family's request and hope that the supreme court will not accept it, solely for that reason.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what do you guys think?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9338865-111161626020891499?l=ivers2005.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ivers2005.blogspot.com/feeds/111161626020891499/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9338865&amp;postID=111161626020891499' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9338865/posts/default/111161626020891499'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9338865/posts/default/111161626020891499'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ivers2005.blogspot.com/2005/03/oops.html' title='oops'/><author><name>Christina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10765497490914970851</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v194/tennisgal685/spring%202004/scan.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9338865.post-111154614511836262</id><published>2005-03-22T21:40:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-03-22T21:49:05.120-05:00</updated><title type='text'>healthy!</title><content type='html'>well, my sickness only lasted a few days, thank god. although im still a little sluggish im back on my feet. i was even able to make it to the gym today! w00t.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;in other news, every day that passes i become more and more excited for my future (and at the same time more and more nervous). I can't wait to graduate from high school. As corny as it sounds, this "milestone" in my life is really important to me. Moving on to college has been something i have been looking forward to for years, and it is finally in my midst. I am finally narrowing down my options for college, and am about 80% sure that Washington DC will become my home away from home for the next four years. As exciting as it is, i cant help but wonder what my college life has in store for me. I cant help but wonder what the poeple i meet will me like, and if they will in fact replace my friends from high school.&lt;br /&gt;I know what everyone says, the friends you have in high school are not your friends as you grow old, it is the people you meet in college that stay with you for the long haul. mayby i am just being naive, but i truely do believe that i have a close enough bond with the people i am friends with for those friendships to last. come on, we are the "lifelong friends."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i suppose that time will tell. until then, i love you guys.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9338865-111154614511836262?l=ivers2005.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ivers2005.blogspot.com/feeds/111154614511836262/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9338865&amp;postID=111154614511836262' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9338865/posts/default/111154614511836262'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9338865/posts/default/111154614511836262'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ivers2005.blogspot.com/2005/03/healthy.html' title='healthy!'/><author><name>Christina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10765497490914970851</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v194/tennisgal685/spring%202004/scan.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9338865.post-111142647194468780</id><published>2005-03-21T12:24:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-03-21T12:34:31.946-05:00</updated><title type='text'>sickness is evil</title><content type='html'>well, my weekend was seemingly uneventful. friday i did homework until almost 10 when steph and gabe came over to watch Maid in Manhattan. what a wonderful movie! saturday i worked, then went to the high school musical which was awesome! then to steph's for a little bday celebration and some poker, i got my ass kicked and left early because i didnt feel super wonderful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sunday was spent mostly in bed trying to rid myself of this nasty whatever the hell it is that i have. stomachache, headache, just all around tired and feeling icky. that didnt work out too well, and because i slept a lot of the day, i was up til almost 3am unable to fall back asleep. then this morning when i got up to go to school (i must note that i was happy to be leaving the house, having spent ALL of sunday inside) and nope, it just wasnt going to happen, i was stuck here again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so i have resorted to toughing up and going to school mainly for the sake of getting out of my house and actually seeing peope other than my parents. yes, i want to go to school. ew i know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;in other news....AMERICAN!!!! ive gotten my financial aid info, and its a happything. i never thought it would even be an option for me to go there, but now it seems that it is a possibility. i am good for the first 2 years, i am just worried that i will lose my grant for junior and senior year when Brendan isnt in college anymore...but we'll see. So towards the end of spring break, it's off to DC for a campus visit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I believe my parents are on the verge of purchasing a new car. w00t for another s00by!! good ole' Jetta will be missed greatly, it was such a fun car (on the few occasions i was granted permission to actually DRIVE it) but it isnt our best friend when it comes to winter weather, so it's time for it to leave. As for the Mazda, im so happy to see that peice of shit out of here! no more "door that only opens from the inside" and heater that barely works, and really freaky noises, and warning lights coming on and the antifreeze boiliing over! YAY. only prob is the purchase of new car leaves us with only three cars, oh well, sharing is allowed when Brendy gets home from college. But, i seem to have avoided what we are getting. Subaru came out with a new model of the Outback this year, and hopefully in a few weeks a pretty light green one (YES it is also a stick) will be in our driveway. w00t for new cars!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well, the school calls my name, i must away to bio. finally i will make my way into the outside world for the first time in forever.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9338865-111142647194468780?l=ivers2005.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ivers2005.blogspot.com/feeds/111142647194468780/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9338865&amp;postID=111142647194468780' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9338865/posts/default/111142647194468780'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9338865/posts/default/111142647194468780'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ivers2005.blogspot.com/2005/03/sickness-is-evil.html' title='sickness is evil'/><author><name>Christina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10765497490914970851</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v194/tennisgal685/spring%202004/scan.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9338865.post-111107593223551431</id><published>2005-03-17T10:57:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-03-22T21:49:51.300-05:00</updated><title type='text'>slainte!</title><content type='html'>for those of you who dont know, that is gaelic for "cheers". i thought it was appropriate for the day, although that is sadly not the focus of todays post. but HAPPY ST. PATRICKS DAY none the less.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have come to a realization that the vast majority of the bands that i love are not the band your hear on everyday mainstream radio. (okay okay, i came to this realization a long time ago, but i have decided to make it a point to share my music with the world. In that light, i will be sharing one of my favorite, more undeardof, bands each week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And the band of the week is...dun dun dun... MOTION CITY SOUNDTRACK.&lt;br /&gt;I thought this was a fitting band to feature this week, seeing as though we missed out on their concert last night. :( couldnt find tickets on the short notice, but ah well.&lt;br /&gt;Motion City came to me in an unusual way, but awesome none the less. Last fall, a few friends and i found out about a something corporate (my favorite band of all time) concert only a few hours away. at the time we had never heard of motion city, but they were opening for soco, so we got an aweosme introduction to them. I will admitt though, it is a little hard to get into a band live when you have never heard any of their songs. BUT, when we returned home, it was only a short period of time until i had their cd, and it became one that i listen to on a regular basis.&lt;br /&gt;the thing i love about this band is their punkish tone that is at the same time really upbeat with catchy lyrics. it makes for an aweosme sound. i have to recommend the song "the future freaks me out" as one of their best, because it was the first i was aquainted with, but others such as "Perfect Teeth" and "Autographs and Apologies" are also wonderful (as well as the rest of their cd called I am the Movie.&lt;br /&gt;so check them out! and the y have a new cd coming out this summer, so get ready :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9338865-111107593223551431?l=ivers2005.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ivers2005.blogspot.com/feeds/111107593223551431/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9338865&amp;postID=111107593223551431' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9338865/posts/default/111107593223551431'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9338865/posts/default/111107593223551431'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ivers2005.blogspot.com/2005/03/slainte.html' title='slainte!'/><author><name>Christina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10765497490914970851</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v194/tennisgal685/spring%202004/scan.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9338865.post-111093470394566716</id><published>2005-03-15T19:45:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-03-15T20:02:17.450-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Architect of my demise</title><content type='html'>~First of all, i would like to give a shoutout to my pal Stephanie for officially making my evening worth my being alive. Don't hate me hun, but i gotta tell this story. So, we were sitting down to dinner, and i hear my phone ringing, so i went to check who it was, and it was steph so i quickly answered it to tell her i was sitting down to dinner and would call her back. BUT, she insisted it was just a quick question, so i told her to continue. her question "can i put a glass batter bowl in the microwave for 14 min?" i told her "well steph, the best thing would be just to look on the bottom and see if it says microwave safe, and then you will have you answer. it never fails that i will get a laugh out of you sweetie. thanks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~In other news, as many of you may have seen on lauren's blog, i DID get into american. imagine the suprise at getting an acceptance email a full 3 weeks before i was supposed to hear from them. and a thanks to Whitney for letting me know that they had sent out emails, always lookin out for me. now i am praying for a miricle when it comes to financial aid so that i will be able to go there. (cross your fingers for me)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~ I also highly recommend the song "When the President talks to God" by Bright Eyes...well okay you might not all like it, its one of those political things. so i guess ill just post the lyrics. yeah yeah yeah i know i have a seperate blog for that, but these are a different type of lyrics, these are in line with my political views. so here we go:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;When the president talks to God&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Are the conversations brief or long?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Does he ask to rape our women’s' rights&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And send poor farm kids off to die?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Does God suggest an oil hike&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;When the president talks to God?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;When the president talks to God&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Are the consonants all hard or soft?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Is he resolute all down the line?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Is every issue black or white?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Does what God say ever change his mind&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;When the president talks to God?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;When the president talks to God&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Does he fake that drawl or merely nod?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Agree which convicts should be killed?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Where prisons should be built and filled?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Which voter fraud must be concealed&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;When the president talks to God?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;When the president talks to God&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I wonder which one plays the better cop&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;We should find some jobs. the ghetto's broke&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;No, they're lazy, George, I say we don't&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Just give 'em more liquor stores and dirty coke&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;That's what God recommends&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;When the president talks to God&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Do they drink near beer and go play golf&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;While they pick which countries to invade&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Which Muslim souls still can be saved?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I guess god just calls a spade a spade&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;When the president talks to God&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;When the president talks to God&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Does he ever think that maybe he's not?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;That that voice is just inside his head&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;When he kneels next to the presidential bed&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Does he ever smell his own bullshit&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;When the president talks to God?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I doubt it&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I doubt it&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Im pretty sure he doesnt smell his own bullshit as well. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9338865-111093470394566716?l=ivers2005.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ivers2005.blogspot.com/feeds/111093470394566716/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9338865&amp;postID=111093470394566716' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9338865/posts/default/111093470394566716'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9338865/posts/default/111093470394566716'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ivers2005.blogspot.com/2005/03/architect-of-my-demise.html' title='Architect of my demise'/><author><name>Christina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10765497490914970851</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v194/tennisgal685/spring%202004/scan.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9338865.post-111083797472820731</id><published>2005-03-14T17:02:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-03-14T17:06:14.730-05:00</updated><title type='text'>work for what you believe in, belive in what you work for</title><content type='html'>and of course i belive in something corporate. yes this is a shameless marketing ploy, not too different from the one you see on &lt;a href="http://www.horrayforhumans.blogspot.com"&gt;Lauren's blog&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so click on the link, and i too will be just that much closer to winning the SoCo prize of my choice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.ufanz.com/teams/tracking.asp?ti=891&amp;mi=34863"&gt;CLICK HERE!&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thanks oh so much everyone!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9338865-111083797472820731?l=ivers2005.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ivers2005.blogspot.com/feeds/111083797472820731/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9338865&amp;postID=111083797472820731' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9338865/posts/default/111083797472820731'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9338865/posts/default/111083797472820731'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ivers2005.blogspot.com/2005/03/work-for-what-you-believe-in-belive-in.html' title='work for what you believe in, belive in what you work for'/><author><name>Christina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10765497490914970851</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v194/tennisgal685/spring%202004/scan.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9338865.post-111074422740566247</id><published>2005-03-13T14:53:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-03-13T15:03:47.406-05:00</updated><title type='text'>all's fair in love and rah</title><content type='html'>have you ever been cleaning out your room and discovered something that made you think back to how much different, yet how much the same you were years back?&lt;br /&gt;well...in cleaning out the neverending blackhole i refer to as the arean beneath my bed, i came apon a letter i recieved from a great friend. the friend is misha (alright, her real name is melissa, but i dont think i  called her thate even once in the entire time i knew her). she was a great girl, and as kate has told me she is growing up nicely. you see, misha lives on beaver island (yes she is one of the unfortunate 95 children who make up the Beaver Island School K-12). Anywho, misha and i would correspond through letters on a regular basis, and it was awesome.&lt;br /&gt;whatever happened to our friendship im not quite sure, we grew up and moved on. but there was one point where we stopped writing for a while, and then we got back into it, and i found the first letter i got from her at that point. Mish wrote "I'm glad that we're wtiging again. i really missed talking to you. we've really changed yet we're still like "rah!" lol. i think that it's awesome the way god made people able to change so much and yet somehow still always be the same."&lt;br /&gt;if you take out some of the pre-teen diction, and look at the point she makes, it really is amazing. i never imagined that these kinds of things would be topic of conversation between us. when i look back i always saw it as sharing gossip, and nothing more. but now i realize how deeply we actually looked at the world as measly middle schoolers. but even more than that, i think that this point is one of the most important things that a person can understand. take out the fact about god, i did because im not a believe, and just look at the overall fact that we are able to change and become such different people, yet when you really look at who we are, we dint change.&lt;br /&gt;i think that most people overlook those similarities when friendships are ripped apart. people look at every little thing that is even a little different within your person, and never look to the core idea of YOU that is exactly the same.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;just thought i would share my insight for the day with everyone.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9338865-111074422740566247?l=ivers2005.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ivers2005.blogspot.com/feeds/111074422740566247/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9338865&amp;postID=111074422740566247' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9338865/posts/default/111074422740566247'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9338865/posts/default/111074422740566247'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ivers2005.blogspot.com/2005/03/alls-fair-in-love-and-rah.html' title='all&apos;s fair in love and rah'/><author><name>Christina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10765497490914970851</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v194/tennisgal685/spring%202004/scan.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9338865.post-111051150290425862</id><published>2005-03-10T22:19:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-03-10T22:25:02.906-05:00</updated><title type='text'>a quote for the day</title><content type='html'>"No one could make a greater mistake than he who did nothing because he could do only a little. "&lt;br /&gt;                            ~ Edmund Burke&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Although i can never put into words the things that i feel best relate to me, i can always seem to find someone who has written/said exactly what i was trying to convey.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this town has started to take a toll on me. i love so many of the people here, but at the same time there are so many that i cant handle. so many things that get on my nerves. i love all my friends to death, but being in a town where your life is everyone else's life can get old. it seems almost every day someone who i dont associate with knows details about my life. AHHHHH. this is getting crazy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ive been stressed lately. going to the gym is helping to decrease the stress, but there is still so much to consider. getting into American, being able to afford it if i do get in, scholarship applications, getting into the honors program i want to be in if i go to Xavier, finding a prom date, paying my insurance, passing Bio, and so much more. good lord no wonder im having issues.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im gonna go sleep off just the thought of haveing to do all of that!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9338865-111051150290425862?l=ivers2005.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ivers2005.blogspot.com/feeds/111051150290425862/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9338865&amp;postID=111051150290425862' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9338865/posts/default/111051150290425862'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9338865/posts/default/111051150290425862'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ivers2005.blogspot.com/2005/03/quote-for-day.html' title='a quote for the day'/><author><name>Christina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10765497490914970851</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v194/tennisgal685/spring%202004/scan.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9338865.post-111041647664871381</id><published>2005-03-09T19:40:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-03-09T20:01:16.653-05:00</updated><title type='text'>well aren't you one thuggish peice of fine</title><content type='html'>I have once again spent an entire hour staring off into space thinking about how much i do not want to do my homework. ahh, the joys of senioritis. I attempted to correct my bio test, got about halfway through, and stopped trying. so i fugured i should put it off until i am actually trying...seeing as though i need those correction points back so that my grade will actually be respectable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The past two days have been a little odd... i dont really know what to think of the situation, and im in fact a little bothered by it. im not sure why im bothered by it, but for some reason i am. i cant seem to get this shit off of my mind, its weird. anyways, i was at the gym yesterday innocently working on the eliptical machine when someone came up to talk to me. (you see, the local community college now has this basketball team. it is a bunch of guys from africa and some other places who want to play college bball but arent smart enough, so are working to improve their test scores). the guy who came and talked to me was one of those guys. we had an innocent conversation, i just thought he was being nice because he always says hi to me when i go there (these guys are ALWAYS at the gym). so today, i went back (k...i am ALWAYS at the gym as well, lol) and he was sitting in the little lounge area thing. when i walked through he waved, so i went and said hi...well....he asked for my number and then if i wanted to go to dinner with him or something. UUUUUHHHHHHHHHH. i thought it would be rude just to say no, so i have him my number and he was like "ill call you sometime." so now i have NO idea whatsoever what to do if he actually calls. im hoping that he makes it easy for me and doesnt, but we'll see. eeeeekkkk im a little bothered by it for some reason, but who knows.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;as for the gym goes, i am officially obsessed. i barely miss a day in going there. im sure to be found every weekday after school unless there is something super super exciting to be done, and a lot of the time i take a homework break there on Sundays. I used to be critical with my mom because she was so crazed about going to the gym, or getting exersize, but it seems i have become that person that i didnt like in her. going to the gym provides a great way for me to erase the stress of the rest of my day (well other than the occurances of the past few days which have proved to actually CREATE stress). it has become what tennis once was, well what tennis could still be except that i never make the effort to get out and play. when i go to the gym i put on my headphones, crank up some music on my ipod, and let my mind wander. i am usually free from any sort of outside interruption and dont have to worry about anything. if i want to relax i can work on my flexability, or some simple exersizes. and if i am frustrated i can run off my worries, or pedal them off on one of hte machines. it has become my escape. at one point when i needed to think i would lay in my room with some calming chocolate, but now the gym is where i go. the day that we had to put ginger to sleep, after my mom and i went to lunch and shopping, and i saw a few friends, i headed straight to the gym and spent almost two hours there because it was a way to escape the real world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thanks to the gym i have been able to erase much of the stress that i experience with the life that i lead.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i have once again succeeded in writing a long entry by starting with nothing to talk about. w00t.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9338865-111041647664871381?l=ivers2005.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ivers2005.blogspot.com/feeds/111041647664871381/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9338865&amp;postID=111041647664871381' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9338865/posts/default/111041647664871381'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9338865/posts/default/111041647664871381'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ivers2005.blogspot.com/2005/03/well-arent-you-one-thuggish-peice-of.html' title='well aren&apos;t you one thuggish peice of fine'/><author><name>Christina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10765497490914970851</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v194/tennisgal685/spring%202004/scan.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9338865.post-111032770016686114</id><published>2005-03-08T19:18:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-03-08T19:21:40.166-05:00</updated><title type='text'>home sweet home</title><content type='html'>well, my trip to cincinnati was awesome, but provided me with so much more confussion. as bad as it sounds i was almost hoping i would hate the campus to make my decision that much easier. but nope, i loved it. so now im stuck trying to decide between UofM and Xavier (as my back up if things dont pan out with American...fingers crossed...). it was an awesome little campus, really pretty. and all the people i met were amazing, so nice, so much fun. so im back at square one. AHHHH&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;as for other news, i bought a prom dress over the weekend. what do ya think:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v194/tennisgal685/promdress.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im in love with it!! thats all for tonight, ive got homework to attend to.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9338865-111032770016686114?l=ivers2005.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ivers2005.blogspot.com/feeds/111032770016686114/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9338865&amp;postID=111032770016686114' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9338865/posts/default/111032770016686114'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9338865/posts/default/111032770016686114'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ivers2005.blogspot.com/2005/03/home-sweet-home.html' title='home sweet home'/><author><name>Christina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10765497490914970851</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v194/tennisgal685/spring%202004/scan.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9338865.post-110973197977448066</id><published>2005-03-01T21:47:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-03-01T21:52:59.776-05:00</updated><title type='text'>some words to think about</title><content type='html'>"Twenty years from now you will be more disappointed by the things you didn't do than by the ones you did do. So throw off the bowlines. Sail away from the safe harbor. Catch the trade winds in your sails. Explore. Dream. Discover." - Mark Twain&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Young people, when informed and empowered, when they realize that what they do truely makes a difference, can change the world." -Jane Goodall NSLC 2004&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Little minds are tamed and subdued by misfortune; but great minds rise above them."  -Washington Irving&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9338865-110973197977448066?l=ivers2005.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ivers2005.blogspot.com/feeds/110973197977448066/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9338865&amp;postID=110973197977448066' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9338865/posts/default/110973197977448066'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9338865/posts/default/110973197977448066'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ivers2005.blogspot.com/2005/03/some-words-to-think-about.html' title='some words to think about'/><author><name>Christina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10765497490914970851</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v194/tennisgal685/spring%202004/scan.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9338865.post-110971960101336464</id><published>2005-03-01T18:17:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-03-01T18:26:41.016-05:00</updated><title type='text'>laying down the law.</title><content type='html'>okay guys, this entry may come off as harsh, or many other things. you may want to call me a bitch, but i am just trying to lay a few things down on the line.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- First off, i would like everyone to revisit my last tblog entry when i stated that i had decided to share my personal blog with the rest of the world, and that i wasnt going to sensor it because of who was going to read it, and that i hoped people could be mature enough to handle things, and not create drama because of petty blog entries.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Second, please please please take that to mind. i am not out to "get" anyone. i am not purposely trying to piss people off by writing things on here, as i have been accused of.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Third, i am sorry for that last entry, i didnt mean for it to sound like i am better than everyone else, i was just stating something that i had noticed. plenty of my friends strive for the best, and in fact the people i was referring to was more people that i talk to in passing than those who i spend a lot of time with. I now understand that by reading that, it would be taken a completely different way and i am sorry for putting you guys in that situation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Fourth, as many of you know i hate drama, i hate it hate it hate it. but seemingly, it has hit me. this is not an entry directed at any one person, it is directed at everyone as a whole, and just some things for people to keep in mind. i had a discussion with a few people at lunch, and low and behold that same discussion came right back to me sixth hour, and instead of affecting someone else's life, i was living through the same thing. i would like to say that i am a big girl and i can handle things. one of my pet peeves is when people have a problem with me, yet talk to every single person out there OTHER than me. Just as a general piece of advice to all who i associate with, i dont care if you bitch about me, but PLEASE bitch to me before you bitch to other people so that we can hopefully work things out and not have it turn into something involvingthe whole entire world. i would really really really like for anyone who has any sort of problem to approach me, and not others who will in turn try to act like the middle man.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;if i have offended you i am sorry, but what was done had to be done.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9338865-110971960101336464?l=ivers2005.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ivers2005.blogspot.com/feeds/110971960101336464/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9338865&amp;postID=110971960101336464' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9338865/posts/default/110971960101336464'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9338865/posts/default/110971960101336464'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ivers2005.blogspot.com/2005/03/laying-down-law.html' title='laying down the law.'/><author><name>Christina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10765497490914970851</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v194/tennisgal685/spring%202004/scan.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9338865.post-110962114174247632</id><published>2005-02-28T14:39:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-02-28T15:05:41.746-05:00</updated><title type='text'>shake those windows</title><content type='html'>returning to the topic of music: i highly recommend the band "Athlete." they are a british band i was introduced to by a friend who lives in england, and its some awesome chill music.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;in other news i have become incredably unmotivated to blog. its really sad, i must say, but no worries, i thought of something i felt like writing about last hour. also: id love for everyone to check out another blog i created not too long ago for lyrics. ive been posting lyrics i feel i can relate with, as well as things i have written myself. check it out: &lt;a href="http://aworldthroughlyrics.blogspot.com/"&gt;http://aworldthroughlyrics.blogspot.com/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;now for the good stuff:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Over the past few months i have noticed the differences between me and many of my friends. now these differences are not things that really matter in a friendship, but are more differences in future plans. you see many of the people i associate with look at thier lives, and plan to go to college. come back here. and persue a teaching career, or some other similar thing. i on the other hand look at life and hope to do all sorts of out of this world things. i want to take a year and just fly to europe and spend the year being spontaneous and traveling all around. i want to live in another country, i want to run for an elected office, hopefully something like a senator. i would love to become an ambassador, make a differencein the lives of people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;with goals like that i cant help but feel that i am reaching too high when i look at the rest of my friends. am i setting myself up for dissapointment by looking that high? or if i dont look that high will i not be able to get there? it seems to me that if you dont set yourslef up wiht high expectations then you wont strive to meet high expectations, and therefore wont accomplish what you are capable of.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;just some thoughts.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9338865-110962114174247632?l=ivers2005.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ivers2005.blogspot.com/feeds/110962114174247632/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9338865&amp;postID=110962114174247632' title='12 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9338865/posts/default/110962114174247632'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9338865/posts/default/110962114174247632'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ivers2005.blogspot.com/2005/02/shake-those-windows.html' title='shake those windows'/><author><name>Christina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10765497490914970851</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v194/tennisgal685/spring%202004/scan.jpg'/></author><thr:total>12</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9338865.post-110939628172420834</id><published>2005-02-26T00:20:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-02-26T00:38:01.726-05:00</updated><title type='text'>music provokes though, dont ya think</title><content type='html'>first off, Lauren: please scroll down and notice i have conveniently changed the name of my post about ginger from "googbye" to "goodbye"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;as for other things, i had an evening overflowing with music. first i went with lauren, kim, and matt to Andrew's band festival performance which i must say was wonderful. having been in band for 4 years gives you a whole different perspective on music. i know it sounds so far from your average teenager (which i suppose i am pretty far from your average teenager) but i love band music, i love instrumental music that others would find boring and not worth their time. they way in which you relate to a peice of instumental music is so far from the way you relate to a song with lyrics. the lyrics get in the way of the feelings that one would normally associate with the actual music, which is downed out by those lyrics. maybe it is just me, but i love the way in which every person takes a peice of instrumental music completely different than the next person. ahhh the joys of music&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after the band concert, we played some more poker and then i went to the Y with charlotte for open mike night, some more woderful music (a completely different form of music i must say...). every time that i hear this one group play, i am amazed. they definately know how to calm an audience. im not sure what they call themselves, but its made up of Jeff Neill, Cody Webster, Kyle Lawrson, and Kenzi Rellenger. they play really chill music, most of which they write themselves, and for some reason it just relaxes me completely whenever i hear them, kinda strange, but its awesome. they played this one song, that similarly to the high school band, made me think. it was about the news today, and how whenever you turn it on, there is nothing but death and destruction, nothing positive. and that is so true, i actually dont watch the news anymore because it is so depressing, i know that great things go on int the world every day, but i guess that they arent what sells, so they arent what the world presents. Last year i read the book &lt;em&gt;Bias&lt;/em&gt; by Goldberg. granted that it was pretty repetative, and some of it i didnt agree with at all, the guy makes an amazing point about the news, and has some great stories to back it up. the news will present what will bring them the ratings, no matter how far it is from what is going on in the majority of the world. its a shame that our world has come to that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;no matter what, the music will live on forever.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9338865-110939628172420834?l=ivers2005.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ivers2005.blogspot.com/feeds/110939628172420834/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9338865&amp;postID=110939628172420834' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9338865/posts/default/110939628172420834'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9338865/posts/default/110939628172420834'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ivers2005.blogspot.com/2005/02/music-provokes-though-dont-ya-think.html' title='music provokes though, dont ya think'/><author><name>Christina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10765497490914970851</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v194/tennisgal685/spring%202004/scan.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9338865.post-110929472736378268</id><published>2005-02-24T20:20:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-02-24T20:25:27.363-05:00</updated><title type='text'>eyes</title><content type='html'>maybe it is just me, but i have noticed that as soon as you find a guy with amazing eyes, you are immediately drawn to him, or at least find him amazingly attractive. i was looking through my pictures from NSLC, and i came to one of Paris and I at the airport. Now, Paris is a super guy, no one that i would have gone for as more than a friend, but i thought he was absolutely gorgeous. But i do remember, the very first thing i noticed about him was his eyes, the first thing i notice about a lot of males is the eyes. i know that people say everyone has the one body part that they pay attention to when they meet someone of the opposite sex. well i have officially decided that my body part of choice is the eyes. the relationship that you have with another's eyes is one of amazing intimacy. In a sucessful relationship, anything meaningful that is communicated is done so while looking deep into the other's eyes, which provide a sense of comfort. here's to all gorgeous eyes out there...and to the ones that insipred this blog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v194/tennisgal685/paris.jpg" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9338865-110929472736378268?l=ivers2005.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ivers2005.blogspot.com/feeds/110929472736378268/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9338865&amp;postID=110929472736378268' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9338865/posts/default/110929472736378268'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9338865/posts/default/110929472736378268'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ivers2005.blogspot.com/2005/02/eyes.html' title='eyes'/><author><name>Christina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10765497490914970851</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v194/tennisgal685/spring%202004/scan.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9338865.post-110927508410148052</id><published>2005-02-24T14:45:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-02-24T14:58:04.103-05:00</updated><title type='text'>obsession?</title><content type='html'>i have realized over the past few weeks i seem to have become obsessed with blogging. i am sure to find a period of the day in which i can write about the randomness of what is on my mind. i tend not to follow the average teenage blogger's model of writing about my day. i like to sit down with nothing planned, and write whatever comes to mind. often times im sure i bore people to death. im sure there are some that see the topic of my blog and quickly click on to the next, but im okay with that, as long as someone is out there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i know that at times i leave all the names, and the complete story out of my blogs, and only write about what is going through my head, and of course i am the only one who knows what those blogs are actually referring to. and i know that at times those entries seem to hurt others because they assume who they are about, and take them all too seriously. id like everyone to know that often times when i write about what i am feeling, it is a spur of the moment thing, and i am most times not serious about the things that i write. going back to those assumptions, i am in love with my communications class.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;today we learned about perception, how we perceve things based our past experiences, and how those perceptions change between people. i thought the lesson really pertained to my way of blogging. i feel that i should put a little disclaimer at the end of each blog, to let people know the way that they should perceve my entries....that may be going a little extreme, but at times the way what i write affects people makes me believe that is what i am desined to do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;now on to a question, im asking anyone who reads this to comment, and let me know what they think. I am working on my college decision, currently trying to get closer to a decision between UofM and Zavier. then that decision will be finalized based on what happens with American. sooo...im asking anyone who reads this to give me their opinion on the subject.&lt;br /&gt;A) University of Michigan, the huge school in an awesome town, fitting with its political views.&lt;br /&gt;B) Xavier University, the little school in a great city.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;take your pick, and leave me a comment!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9338865-110927508410148052?l=ivers2005.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ivers2005.blogspot.com/feeds/110927508410148052/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9338865&amp;postID=110927508410148052' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9338865/posts/default/110927508410148052'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9338865/posts/default/110927508410148052'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ivers2005.blogspot.com/2005/02/obsession.html' title='obsession?'/><author><name>Christina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10765497490914970851</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v194/tennisgal685/spring%202004/scan.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9338865.post-110912371629558529</id><published>2005-02-22T20:53:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-02-22T20:55:16.296-05:00</updated><title type='text'>a quote for the day</title><content type='html'>yeah yeah yeah, i know i just wrote, but i felt this quote deserved it's own blog!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Here's to the crazy ones, the misfits, the rebels, the trouble makers. You can quote them, disagree with them, glorify or vilify them. About the only thing you can't do is ignore them, because they change things. Because the people who are crazy enough to think they can change the world are the ones who do."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;take it how you will...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9338865-110912371629558529?l=ivers2005.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ivers2005.blogspot.com/feeds/110912371629558529/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9338865&amp;postID=110912371629558529' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9338865/posts/default/110912371629558529'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9338865/posts/default/110912371629558529'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ivers2005.blogspot.com/2005/02/quote-for-day.html' title='a quote for the day'/><author><name>Christina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10765497490914970851</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v194/tennisgal685/spring%202004/scan.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9338865.post-110912232161390048</id><published>2005-02-22T20:04:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-02-22T20:32:01.616-05:00</updated><title type='text'>who i am...</title><content type='html'>1. the notion of world peace is often looked at as unreachable, but someday i hope to be in a position where i can work for world peace, and hopefully help that dream come true.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. i believe that many people misunderstand others. many times people do things out of their own control, they function from "external loci" as Carol refers to it. she is my communication teacher, and as the classes pass, i realize more and more that this class quite possibly will shape who i am. it is helping me to better understand the people around me, to understand why they act the way that they do, which teaches me to respect those actions in ways that i wouldnt otherwise respect.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. i absolutely love flowers. i think that, although it is a little cheesy, they are an amazing gift to recieve. Charlotte brought me flowers on friday when she heard about Ginger. They are sitting accross the room from me, adn screaming out gorgeous. they are lillies, white with pink insides, absolutely amazing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. fyi, i started this blog with nothing in particular to talk about, as i often do, but this time more than others.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. I read Andrew's article in the News-Review from friday, the one about poker/gambling. it was amazing, definately did not sound like something a "measely" high school writer would put out, it sounded more like the typical newspaper article writen by a professional. props andrew&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. i have realized lately that i dont communicate the things that are going on in my life the same ways that i used to. i used to go to school every day with something tell people about, something that i wanted to talk about, or maybe something that i needed some help on. Now, i tend to shy away from discussing my feelings. at times when i feel i am in the right place and talking to the right person i will divuldge into my latest issue, but not in the ways that i used to. at times this helps, because i dont have people asking me how i am doing, something i hate. but at the same time, i dont get any attention when at times i do need a little. there lies my dilema.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. i would like everyone who reads my blog to understand that at times i get upset about things, emotional, and write for the sake of writing, write because it makes me feel better. during those times i will often exaggerate things, i will often say things that i dont completely mean to say. so right now i would like to appoligize if i have offended anyone in my rants.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. i wonder if i will actually keep in touch with everyone from here after i leave for college. i know what everyone says, that your high school friends slowly fade out of the picture after you leave for college, but i cant help but think we will be different. i wonder if the "lifelong friends" will remain for the rest of our lives, or if that agreement will slowly fade away as well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. i never realize how much my house is like a museum until new people come over, and are amazed. Charlotte's friend Chad came over on friday with her, and the way that he looked around the house gave me a flash of reality. there are paintings that date hundreds of years back and much of the furniture is family antiques.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. every day i learn something new about my mother's family. the thing that facinates me the most is the place that her relatives held in society. i am often told stories of her grandmother's family. they were part of the high society in Ireland, the important people. my mother often talks of the rules they had to follow, they way that they had to act while in public. during discussions such as those i cant help but wonder what it would have been like to live at that time period and in that place in society.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11. "the aunts" on my mother's side. they would be my mother's aunts. now keep in mind that must be pronounced with the AU sound, not the same way as "ants" is pronounced. people are now creepy crawly things, ya know. they were prim and proper, always very poised. they were waited on hand and foot, served whatever they needed. their house was amazing, you think ours has antiques...take my house and multiply it by 10, and you have The Aunt's residence. there were two of them who survived to old age, and they lived together, always letting the world know of their position. it is amazing the things that you can learn about a family&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12. i want nothing more than to spend a year abroad, mainly in ireland learning about my heritage. meeting some of the people i hear about so often that i havent seem since i was a little girl, people who i dont remember, yet who always want to talk when they call. if i had the money i wouldnt go to school next year, i would go off into the world and venture. but that would leave me with even less money to spend on college.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13. am i the only one around here who often thinks of just running. buying a plane ticket to another world and making a life for myself there? forgetting about an education, a traditionally sucessful future, and just making myself happy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this seems to be getting deeper than where i hoped for it to go, so here i will leave it. it is amazing what you come up with when you start with nothing, and just let your mind take you where it wishes to.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9338865-110912232161390048?l=ivers2005.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ivers2005.blogspot.com/feeds/110912232161390048/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9338865&amp;postID=110912232161390048' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9338865/posts/default/110912232161390048'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9338865/posts/default/110912232161390048'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ivers2005.blogspot.com/2005/02/who-i-am.html' title='who i am...'/><author><name>Christina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10765497490914970851</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v194/tennisgal685/spring%202004/scan.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9338865.post-110878103661848672</id><published>2005-02-18T21:40:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-02-18T21:43:56.620-05:00</updated><title type='text'>some thoughts</title><content type='html'>&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;friends can be both the best thing in the world and the worst thing in the world, depending on the day&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;how old is too old?&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;should i care what other people think about me?&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;am i the only one who notices when i can tell that people are just making up excuses not to hang out&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;is going to the college i want to go to really worth the obscene amounts of money it would cost me&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;how does euthenasia work&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;if youve known someone for a while, and its obvious you both have feelings for eachother, how do you bring up the topic&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;why do i feel so much older than all of my friends&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;i think bowling is the best "clean" fun ive found in a while&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9338865-110878103661848672?l=ivers2005.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ivers2005.blogspot.com/feeds/110878103661848672/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9338865&amp;postID=110878103661848672' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9338865/posts/default/110878103661848672'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9338865/posts/default/110878103661848672'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ivers2005.blogspot.com/2005/02/some-thoughts.html' title='some thoughts'/><author><name>Christina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10765497490914970851</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v194/tennisgal685/spring%202004/scan.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9338865.post-110873341724325609</id><published>2005-02-18T08:08:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-02-26T00:20:44.830-05:00</updated><title type='text'>goodbye</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v194/tennisgal685/110_1062.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I remember about 13 years ago, taking a drive into the country (i lived in detroit at the time) to visit a home where they breeded golden retrievers. it had been a few months since when we had to put Tara down (she had cancer and was hurting too much to live. but that day i remember as well, my father told me that he was taking her for a drive, and he would be back later, but little did i know, he was coming home without my beloved dog). and we finally decided that it was time to move on, and get a new dog to be a member of our family. Brendan and I were given the chalenge of picking which one we wanted. i still remember the house. there was a large open space to the left of the house and then a HUGE doghouse where all the puppies slept. of course, i was only 5, and wanted every single one, so brendan took it apon himself to make the decision. there was one litttle puppy, who could not stop chewing on his shoelaces, it was if she was begging to come home with us. so we gave in to the adorable litttle girl, and decided to take her home. laying by the door of that doghouse, my brother and i played with her while my parents went inside to deal with the legalities of buying her.&lt;br /&gt;over the years ginger has been an amazing dog, i know at times i dont give her as much credit as she deserves, because her loud breathing can get in the way. but i care for that dog more than anyone could ever imagine. tara, i dont remember that much about tara other than the day she was put to sleep. but ginger has been the one to grow old with me. i remember taking her camping every summer for most of my childhood. my brother and i always begged my parents to let her come canoeing with us, which most of the time led to the canoe being flipped by her constantly moving around, but we didnt care. she has been my savior, the one member of the household that i can always talk to and i dont have to worry about what she is thinkng. the year i was having trouble with my emotions i would cuddle up with her and just cry, away from everyone else. she became my little place away from reality, my place to think. i spent countless hours with my head resting on her back trying to sleep.&lt;br /&gt;now where is this going you all must be wondering. for the few of you who i have talked to about this, you may understand. over the year, ginger has been getting worse and worse, no doubt those of you who have come to my house have noticed, she can barely walk. this past week has been the hardest though. monday night she suffered a seisure, right before i was going to bed. it kept me up most of the night, worried that it was her last night on this earth. plus the feeling it gave me to see her like that. i was about to go to bed, and she looked like she was having a nightmare and trying to run away from something. her legs were shaking uncontrollably, but her mouth was also foaming. my dad and i concluded it was a seisure and frantically tried to calm her down. after it was over, she seemed limp, if we helped her to stand up, she couldnt even hold her own weight and would go toppling back over again. just to see her like that broke my heart.&lt;br /&gt;Last night she suffered three more of those seisure, right in a row. i wasnt there, for my parents thought it best i just sleep. but this morning i was told that today would be her last day, and they were taking her in.&lt;br /&gt;what do you say to that? what do you do? it is almost worse knowing that you only have so much time with her andhaving to worry about how to spend it than it would be to lose her suddenly. i got up at 7:00 this morning, and for those of you who know me, know that that isnt a regular experience, and have been laying with her for the past hour or so, remembering the great times we have shared. going into this day, i want only for her to be happy, and to feel better, which i know she will, seeing as though she has suffered so much this past year.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9338865-110873341724325609?l=ivers2005.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ivers2005.blogspot.com/feeds/110873341724325609/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9338865&amp;postID=110873341724325609' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9338865/posts/default/110873341724325609'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9338865/posts/default/110873341724325609'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ivers2005.blogspot.com/2005/02/goodbye.html' title='goodbye'/><author><name>Christina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10765497490914970851</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v194/tennisgal685/spring%202004/scan.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9338865.post-110840360096069333</id><published>2005-02-14T12:46:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-02-14T12:53:20.963-05:00</updated><title type='text'>hmmm</title><content type='html'>well, my weekend turned out to be wonderful, im happy that i was able to keep myself busy which always helps to keep things off of my mind. last week was a little rough emotionally, but im feeling so much better now. it seems like every time i talk to matt, we end up agruein about everything that is going on right now, and i hate it. matt is one of the best friends that anyone could wish for. hes made some mistakes when it come to our friendship...which i dont appreciate, but i am willing to deal with. him and lauren seem so happy, and i am glad they are. i just wish that things could be normal between us. i wish that the fact that her boyfriend is matt wasnt ripping our friendship apart. as much as i love her to death, i know that she doesnt understand that, and i wish she could. (lauren: you are an awesome friend, and we all do things that piss each other off, that doesnt mean that i hate you, i still love you all the same).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;asside from that i watched a realy weird movie wiht my dad saturday evening, im not sure what it was called, but it definately had some of the best one liners ever in it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"That girl is so crazy, the pentagon should use her hormones for chemical warfare"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I am so upset with my life that i feel like commiting suicide, but even that wouldn't solve my problems"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;for another amusing/really sad line that was on a friend's aol profile...&lt;br /&gt;"I can't help but think that whenever a gay guy looks at me, he is thinking 'that is the reason i am not straight'"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thats it for today, happy valentines day to y'all. and im looking for a valentine, so if theres any takers, let me know!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9338865-110840360096069333?l=ivers2005.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ivers2005.blogspot.com/feeds/110840360096069333/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9338865&amp;postID=110840360096069333' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9338865/posts/default/110840360096069333'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9338865/posts/default/110840360096069333'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ivers2005.blogspot.com/2005/02/hmmm.html' title='hmmm'/><author><name>Christina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10765497490914970851</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v194/tennisgal685/spring%202004/scan.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9338865.post-110818759152373405</id><published>2005-02-12T00:38:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-02-12T00:53:11.526-05:00</updated><title type='text'>week long craziness</title><content type='html'>well this week has been anything but boring, there has just been tons going on, but it had been a blast. ill break it down for you:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Much of the week was spent trying to plan lauren's suprise birthday party (hahaha we got ya good this time ren!). katelin and i had some wonderful escapades shopping as well as trying to figure out if lauren was actually healthy enough to attend the party we had planned for her, and making a worthless attempt to get ahold of her mother!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;claire has become my new gym-buddy. i have gotten into this thing the past few weeks where i actually go to the gym almost every day, and i love it. i finally see why people become gym rats, it is a wonderful way to release all of your stress. every time i leave the gym i feel better about myself as well as better about the world around me. plus the fact that im losing a little weight helps!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;my lab group sucessfully managed to mess up some expensive lab equitment....this should make for an interesting lab report "well our results totally sucked because we decided to put the cuvette in the machine WITH the foil on it, getting it stuck in the machine, then breaking it, and spilling the choloplasts all over while attempting to remove the cuvette from the colorimeter!" :) bet that would get an A&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;laurens part tonight went suprisingly well. we reminised on the old times by watching a movie that should not be talked about! and Napoleon Dynamite was a hit! but nothing was as good as our tripto walmart&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Notice: walmart on a friday night can provide the best entertainment EVER. no one should go through life wihtout throwing a dance party in the car radio isle at walmart. and wearing granny panties over your pants is the only way to look stylish! and there is my advice for the future&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;one more thing, if you want to dance around in the middle of the street, make sure no cops are going to drive by....they might get the wring idea if you happen to be wearing blue fairy wings. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;so the weekend should still provide plenty of entertainment, and im glad that i got a jump start on writing my bio lap tonight, for im sure it will get put off until forever late! PEACE YO&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9338865-110818759152373405?l=ivers2005.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ivers2005.blogspot.com/feeds/110818759152373405/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9338865&amp;postID=110818759152373405' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9338865/posts/default/110818759152373405'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9338865/posts/default/110818759152373405'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ivers2005.blogspot.com/2005/02/week-long-craziness.html' title='week long craziness'/><author><name>Christina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10765497490914970851</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v194/tennisgal685/spring%202004/scan.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9338865.post-110774511893965853</id><published>2005-02-06T21:38:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-02-06T21:58:38.940-05:00</updated><title type='text'>girls just want to have fun</title><content type='html'>this weekend was quite possibly the best weekend i have had in years. the strange thing is that coming into it i wasnt too excited, and i really didnt expect for it to be that awesome. i was totally pumped for our pre-snowcoming get together, but i didnt think the dance was going to be that great, and good lord was ai wrong. but ill start at the beginning&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friday was a blast, school went well because most of my teachers didnt really care about doing any work. then at lunch, as lauren and i were paying for our food, steph ran up and gave me a hug, i had totally forgetten that she was coming with all the excitement of spirit week. the pep assembly was actually fun (usually they are just dumb). but that was mostly because we decided just to act like crazy people and yell and scream to make it fun. After school steph and i ended up hanging out. we made a venture to walmart with her sister to buy lauren something for her birthday. w00t for cheap things that are lots of fun to give to people. we put together a little bad o' suprises for her by randomly walking around the store and picking goofy items.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after our venture to walmart we met gabey and kate for din din at hu-nans. i love how steph eats there every single time she comes home. then came the bball game, and once again we acted like freaks deciding we just dont give a crap. a bunch of us put our hair up in pony tails on the top of our heads. (props to lauren for starting our crazyness). to make it all better jackie and myc got crowned as snowcoming king and queen (AWWWWWWW) im super glad that they won because both of them are sweeties, and i hate it when people win just for the sake of being part of the "in crowd." i think that the people who are nice to everyone should win!&lt;br /&gt;after the third quarter claire and i decided that it was a hopeless attempt cheering for our team (we arent so talented when it comes to actually playing basketball), so she came over and we watched the movie American Beauty. for anyone who hasnt seen it, i definately recomend it. the beginning is a little weird, well the whole movie is a little strange, but its an all around great movie.&lt;br /&gt;saturday came the best part of the weekend. granted i did have to work a lot of the day, it was all good. mauhahahah i made $96 last saturday, so it was nice to see that paycheck. after work i headed over to char's for our little posse reunion. you see back in the day we had a big huge group of friends and we referred to ourselves as "the posse" (yeah we were just that cool, we even made shirts to show everyone how much we rule). but over the years the posse has kinda seperated, a lot of us dont hang out. so we decided that because graduation is coming soon, we should get the group back together. plus what better chance to do it than before a dance because we used to all get ready for the dances together. so anyways, charlotte and some of us helped to make a dvd of pictures starting in middle school and working up to this year. it was amazing, with music and everything. ive decided that i am taking it with my to college and watching it when i get homesick...granted it will probably just make me more homesick, but oh well. it is so weird to think that when i am older most of these people i will never see. :(:(. and as a shout out to all of you: i love you girls to death and you better keep in touch as we get older!!!&lt;br /&gt;the dance was a blast as well. i was a little skeptical because i didnt have a date but it ended up that only a few of us had dates, and we all were able just to have fun. we got there really early like nerds, and went up by the dj stand and started dacing. everyone else was way back kinda in a little half circle not really dancing and staring at us! w00t for being retards who just want to have fun. i dont even know who to describe the evening, it was just all around awesome.&lt;br /&gt;then today after some nice sleep i headed out to laurens house for her b-day/superbowl shindig. and once again it was awesome. awww we are all growing up!!! its crazy to think about, i still dont believe that im a senior, and that im actually going away to college next year. AHHHHHHHH.&lt;br /&gt;well my nice comfy bed is calling my name, ive just had to much fun this weekend i needed to write about it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9338865-110774511893965853?l=ivers2005.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ivers2005.blogspot.com/feeds/110774511893965853/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9338865&amp;postID=110774511893965853' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9338865/posts/default/110774511893965853'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9338865/posts/default/110774511893965853'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ivers2005.blogspot.com/2005/02/girls-just-want-to-have-fun.html' title='girls just want to have fun'/><author><name>Christina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10765497490914970851</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v194/tennisgal685/spring%202004/scan.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9338865.post-110726694958327014</id><published>2005-02-01T08:56:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-02-01T09:09:09.583-05:00</updated><title type='text'>operation iraqi democracy</title><content type='html'>The iraqi elections have proven to be an overall sucessful happening, now the future of the country lies in how the Bush administration handles their relations with the newly reborn country.&lt;br /&gt;   Bush has yet to decide any sort of exit strategy, claiming that troop numbers will "eventually" decrease. This does not give me too much hope. The Iraqi people have begun their own political process and deserve to continue it free of any sort of occupation. My personal view is that the administration is waiting to see what type of government the newly elected national assembly creates before there is a complete handover. I fear for the iraqis if bush is not in favor of whatever constitution they write up- for that could mean continued occupation or possibly even worse.&lt;br /&gt;    There may be joy within the iraqi people for the freedom of holding elections, but the trouble is far from over. 35 people died sunday alone from bombings and shootings. there are still so many who do not agree wiht the US actions, and do not support the process that a move to iraq becoming a stable nation seems far from reality.&lt;br /&gt;   Although i do agree wiht the elections are a step in the right direction, i cant help but look back to how the united states got into this situation. As many of you know I played a role in protesting this war, even traveling to washington dc for a huge national protest. i worry because bringing democracy to the iraqi people was not Bush's real/orriginal intent or reasoning to go to war. His WMD's were nonexistant, causing the gears to change partway through the war to be more focused on another idea, the ifea of free elections and a new government.&lt;br /&gt;   I believe that "operation iraiqi freedom" has become "operation iraqi democracy" and that the Bush administration will not allow any iraqi government that is not purely democratic. Why else would Bush refuse to begin a move of troops out of iraq, or even refuse to discuss any sort of timeline on the issue. Bush is asking congress for ANOTHER $80 million to go toward military operations in iraq, as well as he is asking for an increase in the amount of money the family of someone who has died in conflict recieves from $12,000 to $100,000. Instead of spending more nad more on the military personell in iraq, Bush needs to focus on moving those military personell out of iraq so that the country can be seen as a liberator and not an occupier that won't leave when their business has been completed. I believe that a move of US troops out of Iraq would also halt the insurgency and help iraq move toward being a stable nation.&lt;br /&gt;   All in all, i am excited for the iraqi elections but i still hold some reserve for what the bush administration has in store for the future of iraq!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;comments please!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9338865-110726694958327014?l=ivers2005.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ivers2005.blogspot.com/feeds/110726694958327014/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9338865&amp;postID=110726694958327014' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9338865/posts/default/110726694958327014'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9338865/posts/default/110726694958327014'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ivers2005.blogspot.com/2005/02/operation-iraqi-democracy.html' title='operation iraqi democracy'/><author><name>Christina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10765497490914970851</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v194/tennisgal685/spring%202004/scan.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9338865.post-110686088091955767</id><published>2005-01-27T16:05:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-01-27T16:21:20.920-05:00</updated><title type='text'>a thinking day</title><content type='html'>As many of you know the past few weeks have been very akward for my friends and i. seeing matt and lauren together has made it hard for me to actually spend time wiht my friends, which i fully hate. But today i have kind of come to a realization. i have talked to so many different people about this, people who i care to hear their opinion, and every last time i get the same thing. "thats just not cool, you dont do that"  the more people i talk to, the more i am feeling that she really did "betray" our friendship. but i dont know what the hell i am supposed to do about it. i am not going to lose her as a friend, that isnt an option in my mind anymore. But what does that leave me to do? it just seems that over the past few days i am realizing that she did something a little worse than what i orriginally had seen it as. because as i look deeper into the situation, its complete bullshit. (sorry to matt and lauren for writing this where others can see, but as i always have told you matt, im gonna write how i feel, and it isnt to upset people or to "blackmail" them, it is just to show what im feeling"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the other hand, today was a wonderful day. Now, ill start at the beginning of the story. Yesterday, at the end of 5th hour, Mrs. Nicholson randomly inquired "does anyone want to go to Paris?" Following that inquirery, she began to tell us about a Northwest travel deal she found where it would cost $450 to go to Paris for 4 nights (the price included airfare and hotel). So a bunch of us got pretty excited, seeing as thought that is DIRT CHEAP to go to France. so we were buzzing about it as we left. Actually though, i will admitt that i forgot about the discussion for most of the night. But, today upon arriving in class, she got a little more serious about it and asked if we really were interesting in taking a trip as a bio class!!! There were a pretty large number of us that became interesting in the idea. so after a riveting lecture about fungus, claire, jennifer, mrs Nicholson, and i began expoloring our options. We found out that all the cheap hotels that made the deal so good were booked, we figuerd maybe we could find another way to do it. well after claire jen and i spent most of 6th hour on the phone wiht northwest, and mrs micholson did some research as well. we have found 3 different flights we could take that would all be between $250 and $350.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so all in all, we have begun to flirt with the idea of spending midwinter break in Paris. Mr. Snyder has said that he would consider the option, but we have to approach the school board with it. now i have a feeling that the next few days are gonna be busy with trying to figure out if this is really a possibility. of course there is the question- how in the world does paris relate to Biology??? well, the man who came up with idea of pasturization still has his lab set up at a university just outside of paris, so we figured we could go there and make it uber educational!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;more on that as it becomes available. but how awesome would it be to go to paris just spur of the moment in about 3 weeks!?!?!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9338865-110686088091955767?l=ivers2005.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ivers2005.blogspot.com/feeds/110686088091955767/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9338865&amp;postID=110686088091955767' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9338865/posts/default/110686088091955767'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9338865/posts/default/110686088091955767'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ivers2005.blogspot.com/2005/01/thinking-day.html' title='a thinking day'/><author><name>Christina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10765497490914970851</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v194/tennisgal685/spring%202004/scan.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9338865.post-110652196500957214</id><published>2005-01-23T17:34:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-01-23T18:12:45.010-05:00</updated><title type='text'>a little political ranting!</title><content type='html'>well ive written my entry about my life for the day, but what about one for the rest of civilization. im currently in the process of talking with a guy that i met while i was in england, and he brought something up that got me thinking about things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this post doesnt apply to everyone, but american society as a whole. so please dont take offense to anything i say!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i love this country for a lot of the things that it has to offer. i am honored to live in such a free country, honored to be able to write/say what i want about our government, because i know that there are so many other people out there who dont have those freedoms. i love the system of government that we have. i think that it is unique as compared to anything else in the world, but i also believe that it can be taken advantage of, and that the ADMINISTRATION hasnt done everything as i would have liked they did.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but this isnt the time for me to sit around and be a "bush basher" as i am known to be, this is about something a little more important. our society, and the way that the rest of the world views us. id first like to share a few quotes from my good friend chris (an english bloke) with you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"americans are renowned worldwide for bein' lunatics"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"everyone in the world thinks americans are all gun weilding maniacs"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;now this isnt the first time ive had this conversation with him. other comments include things about us being such an obese country, so lazy in the sesne that you can get almost anything either drive through, or delivered directly to your door, being inpolite, all sorts of things. i made the comment to him one day that he is so incredably polite. every time i ask him how he is, he tells me and follows it with a thank you. but if i say something about him being that polite, he always replies, thats hes an "english gent" what would you expect. that isnt something you see here. yes a lot of people are polite, but not like this. its amazing the differences you can see between different societies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but im not here to discuss the fact that american people arent polite. the lifestyle that so many americans have is so different from the way that things are other places, and we get burned throughout the world for it. did you know that at mcdonalds, a small drink/fires is a meduim or a large in england, and most other european countries. the gas guzzeling cars that so many people drive here are barely ever seen on european roads. and because of those things we have a reputation around the world for being a big, fat, lazy, harmful to nature, self centered, and more society.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and the amazing thing about it is that most people have no idea what the "world outside of america" thinks of us. or if they did know, they wouldnt care. you know, i spent almost a month in england a while back, and the whole time i was there, i only got in a car three or four times (two of which were to go to and from the airport). and it is that way throughout europe, and most likely other counrties as well. you walk to the train station, and take the train to where you need to go. yes maybe it is like that in some of the huge cities. but the town that i stayed in was not much larger that good ole' p-town.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Look at the american people. so many think that it is perfectly alright for our government to go into other countries and show them the way that we do things, and just assume that they will agree it is the best way to do things. Americans think that they are so much better than the rest of the world, but look around at this country. people live in fear because of terrorism. and although it IS a problem, a lot of the reason the terrorists are so focused on us is the way that we have acted in the past. the way that we have disregarded arab rights. not to say that what they have done is right in any way, but you cannot honestly say that they had no reason to go after THIS country.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i know that i can be accused of doing many of the things that define us as a population, the things that i hate about america. but it is so hard not to, when it is the way that everyone seems to live. so call me a hypocrite, but hey at least i realize it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;as for us being "gun weilding maniacs" i wouldnt fight to disagree with the rest of the world. go watch michael moore's movie "bowling for columbine" yeah he is biased, i know that. but he makes a great point. guns can be found anywhere you look in america. yeah there are laws, but they arent very strict laws. why in the world would an everyday citizen need to be carrying around a machine gun, why would they need to own one? what kind of society do we live in where any crazed maniac can get a machine gun, and do as they please until someone catches them? not a very good one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;when i tell people that i want to become an irish citizen (no i wouldnt give up my american citizenship, i would have duel), a lot of them look at me like im crazy. "why would you want to do that?" they'll ask. because when i grow up i dont particularly want to live in this country, and having an EU passport, and being a citizen of the EU would provide me with so many options it is unbelievable. im not your typical american (for those of you who havent noticed). the cultures of other countries amaze me, and make me pine to get out of this country.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so for what america stands for, freedom. im using mine to tell you that this society is NOT the best ever created. for those of you who believe that america is the best country in the world, get over it. yeah america has some amazing features, but you also have to look at the things in our society that make no sense at all, what others think of us, and how self centered we really are.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9338865-110652196500957214?l=ivers2005.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ivers2005.blogspot.com/feeds/110652196500957214/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9338865&amp;postID=110652196500957214' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9338865/posts/default/110652196500957214'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9338865/posts/default/110652196500957214'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ivers2005.blogspot.com/2005/01/little-political-ranting.html' title='a little political ranting!'/><author><name>Christina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10765497490914970851</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v194/tennisgal685/spring%202004/scan.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9338865.post-110651431833636022</id><published>2005-01-23T15:43:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-01-23T16:05:18.336-05:00</updated><title type='text'>taking a break just to look around</title><content type='html'>hip hip horray for weekends completely void of any homework whatsoever. putting aside all of the other stress currently in my life, it was so calming to know that i would not have to worry about anything related to school all weekend long! and partly because of that, it has been an incredably relaxing weekend for me.&lt;br /&gt;friday i went out to lunch at subway, then andrew lauren and i went to take some food to katelin at work. stupid us brought it AFTER she had already eaten lunch! oh well, its the thought that counts, right? after our venture to irish's, we figured, what better is there to do while in harbor, but go visit geoffrey, so that we did! overall it was a wondreful afternoon.&lt;br /&gt;that evening we went to the basketball game, ofcourse we lost, what else could there be to expect from our team! (or at least i assume we lost, we left at the end of the 3rd quarter because it was looking pretty bad). everyone headed to matt's house to hang out, but i decided to just go home. i want more than anything for everything to be perfect between matt, lauren, and i. but i know that i cant exprect everything really fast. i just need to ease myself into the situation, so i figured that spending that night around them wasnt the best thing for me to do. so i headed home and helped my mom with my t-shirt quilt (more about that later) and then we watched Love Actually because it was on HBO. she liked it lots, so that was good.&lt;br /&gt;saturday, of course, i headed to work. and i got my paycheck, which made me VERY happy. last weekend, within my 6.5 hours of actually working i managed to make $50 in commission. so when that got added to my regular pay (and after the damn government took their share) i made a grand total of $87. i figured thats not too shabby for the amount of work i actually have to do. so YAY for my new job, i love it, and im making pretty good money as well.&lt;br /&gt;after work i had a killer headache so i went home and took a nice nap (once again some wonderful relaxing) and watched some of the aussie open. w00t for tennis. it actually made me want to drive straight out to the club and play. wiht debate and everything i havent exactly gotten the chance to spend a lot of time playing. errr actually ive only played once since the season :(. god thats depressing. oh well, i promise myself that i will start going again. i need to! especially if i want to teach any tennis this summer.&lt;br /&gt;today, ahhh the wonders of sundays without homework. to tell you the truth, i really havent done much of anything today, and its been great. i went to church of course, helped my dad make a yummy breakfast/lunch when we got home. and i went to the gym...haha that was interesting&lt;br /&gt;so i got to the gym, and who was there other than tim hewitt's dad. now i know tim from tennis, hes a nice guy, and back in middle school i had a HUGE crush on him, lol. but his dad is kinda a weird guy, he will always talk to you. but i stopped and said hi to him when i got there, and then started running (YEA i was RUNNING!! i know its a suprise, but ive been working on running a little more each time i go, and im starting to actually like it. its a nice change from just working out.) but anyways i did a few laps, and then Mr Hewitt started running with me. and we were just talking about colleges and stuff. but out of the blue he asks me if i have a boyfriend. and after i answer no, he says "well i'll tell Tim to call you, he's single too" i was like WHAT!!! you crazy old man, you arent supposed to be setting up your son with people, thats not how it works. it was very strange i must say!&lt;br /&gt;anyways...life goes on.&lt;br /&gt;my mom has been making me a "t-shirt quilt" sounds a litte weird i know, but its really cool. it is a quilt made out of the pictures from a bunch of my old t-shirts. im super excited about it! anywho, im out like peace.&lt;br /&gt;someone leave a message, it makes me sad when no one does!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9338865-110651431833636022?l=ivers2005.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ivers2005.blogspot.com/feeds/110651431833636022/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9338865&amp;postID=110651431833636022' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9338865/posts/default/110651431833636022'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9338865/posts/default/110651431833636022'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ivers2005.blogspot.com/2005/01/taking-break-just-to-look-around.html' title='taking a break just to look around'/><author><name>Christina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10765497490914970851</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v194/tennisgal685/spring%202004/scan.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9338865.post-110607844342526556</id><published>2005-01-18T14:51:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-01-18T15:00:43.426-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>today has been a simply wonderful day. i really de believe that i am going to be able to move on from my troubles. it isnt going to be easy, but what is the point in dwelling on something that you cant change. lauren, i love you girl, and go for it. i have no reason to get upset about something that i have no control over, and that i can move on from if i put my mind to it. so suprisingly, today has been a calming day, and i plan on keeping my life this way. heres the breakdown!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;it was the first day of my college class today. kinda sucked because i had to get up and go to my NHS meeting before heading to the college. so it was an early morning, but overall a good one.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;in attending my college class (interpersonal communications), i was again told that the teacher had surgery yesterday. poor lady had a full historectamy. :( but as much as i feel sorry for her, i am oh so happy. class has been postponed for four full weeks. so that means i dont have to get up and be anywhere before 9:30 until then!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Geoff is in my class as well. i love that kid, but it seems i will go months wihtout seeing him on a regular basis, so now i know that i can be blessed wiht his presance twice a week starting in 4 weeks&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;After our 15mins of an administrator talking to us, we were let go, so i had plenty of free time, and just hung out in the lobby. people are so welcoming at ncmc, seems like everyone knows eachother. so it was all fun and fun.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;my world history test went wonderfully, i actually feel really really confident about this test. i need a good grade because i messed up on the last one, and i really want an A in the class.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Mr. Tamm also gave us an extra credit oppertunity, so i can get my grade boosted. w00t.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt;so far, its just been a wonderful day! hopefully, the rest of the day stays this good. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9338865-110607844342526556?l=ivers2005.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ivers2005.blogspot.com/feeds/110607844342526556/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9338865&amp;postID=110607844342526556' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9338865/posts/default/110607844342526556'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9338865/posts/default/110607844342526556'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ivers2005.blogspot.com/2005/01/today-has-been-simply-wonderful-day.html' title=''/><author><name>Christina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10765497490914970851</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v194/tennisgal685/spring%202004/scan.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9338865.post-110601736407716804</id><published>2005-01-17T21:42:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-01-17T22:02:44.076-05:00</updated><title type='text'>where right and wrong blur together...</title><content type='html'>if your best friend went after your ex, would you still give her a chance?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;is it cruel of me to tell them they will probably both lose me if they are together?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;is that not fair to them?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;if it isnt fair to them, is it fair to me for them to do this to me?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;should i pretend i dont care, and secretly be ripping myself appart?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;is it okay for me to hide out inside my house? to forget about the friendships that mean so much to me?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;is it wrong for me to contemplate giving up my friends for my own sanity? taking away their friendship so that i dont have to see what may come?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;should i be opening my heart to new ideas, opening myself up, only to be hurt and pushed back down again?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i dont know what to do with myself anymore. my two best friends, one of which is my ex boyfriend, who i want more than ever back for my own, are contemplating dating. i need help. thats all i can say. as far as my plans are concerned, i dont plan on going out anytime soon. i dont plan on going to snowcoming, i dont plan on going to prom, i dont plan on going to any basketball games, i dont plan on attending the gatherings of my friends. i plan on cooping myself up, and forgetting about my life, and somehow making it to when i leave for college, where i can start a whole new life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but how unrealistic is that? extremely i know. deep down i know that i shouldnt make their lives so important to me. i know that i should let them be however they wish. i need help more than ever right now, but i dont know where to turn. zach has been great. hes always been someone i can talk to, and it helps to have someone outside of my situations. i dont want matt and lauren for my help, because i know that there feelings get in the way. i know that i am just a petty friend, who as far as i am concerned is disposable when love comes along.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i suppose this entry didnt get anyone but me very far, just some stuff that i needed to get off of my chest.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9338865-110601736407716804?l=ivers2005.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ivers2005.blogspot.com/feeds/110601736407716804/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9338865&amp;postID=110601736407716804' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9338865/posts/default/110601736407716804'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9338865/posts/default/110601736407716804'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ivers2005.blogspot.com/2005/01/where-right-and-wrong-blur-together.html' title='where right and wrong blur together...'/><author><name>Christina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10765497490914970851</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v194/tennisgal685/spring%202004/scan.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9338865.post-110583648111291077</id><published>2005-01-15T19:36:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-01-15T19:48:01.113-05:00</updated><title type='text'>makes ya think</title><content type='html'>This is the best advice i have ever heard on the subject of boys. it says exactly what every girl should understand.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Wait for the boy who pursues you, the one who will make an ordinary moment seem magical, the kinda boy who brings out the best in you and makes you want to be a better person.  Wait for the boy who will be your friend first, the only person who will drop everything to be with you at anytime no matter what the circumstances.  Wait for the boy who makes you smile like no one else.  Wait for the boy who wants to show you off to the world when you are in sweats and have no makeup on, but appreciates it when you get dolled up for him and most of all wait for the boy who will put you at the center of his universe cause thats where you belong."&lt;br /&gt;~Ashley Englehart (not sure where she got it, but its from her away message)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well its been a pretty good day overall. i had to work (my first real day), and it was actually great. Other than a few really bitching rich ladies, everyone was super nice and i sold tons of shoes. The rep from Born (a totally awesome shoe company) came in the morning and gave us a little seminar on their shoes, and also made a deal with all of the girls that work there. Its like a contest thing, from now til the end of the month. out of the people that work in our store, the two top sellers (people who sell the most pairs of Born shoes) get free shoes from him (Born of course) and then the rest of us all get money. the last place person starting wiht $5. so i was happy because today i sold 5 pairs, and no one else sold more than 2!!! woo hoo. me only being there 2 more days til the end of the month might make this hard, but im gonna try, becaue i love the shoes that company makes but i dont have the money to buy some for myself. hehe. anywho enough about work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this week has been stressful in the extreme, but all together a good week. I dont know where all the stress ive been feeling is coming from, but its there for sure. im kinda worried about exams coming up at the end of this week, but there are only 2 i have to take, and i dont think that nicholson is even going to count our bio exam as a grade, shes just that nice, cuz she knows we are all gonna fail it! we got an extension for our bio papers, so that took some stress out of the end of the week, but now i need to get it all nice for monday. i hate writing, i can write informally like nobodies business, but formal papers like this research paper never come out how i imagine them to. so, its still got a little work to be done on it. to add to it, ive got 5 chapters of bio to catch up on (im thinking about not actually reading them and going throught the study guide. the test is incorporated in the exam, so it shouldnt be as extensive). and then im a ways behind in world history, and we have a test tuesday. PLUS i have worksheets to catch up on. AHHHHH. help me please. anywho, im gonna get goin. maybe watch a movie or something, i was gonna try and find something to do, but a saturday night staying in just sounds good to me right now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9338865-110583648111291077?l=ivers2005.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ivers2005.blogspot.com/feeds/110583648111291077/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9338865&amp;postID=110583648111291077' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9338865/posts/default/110583648111291077'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9338865/posts/default/110583648111291077'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ivers2005.blogspot.com/2005/01/makes-ya-think.html' title='makes ya think'/><author><name>Christina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10765497490914970851</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v194/tennisgal685/spring%202004/scan.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9338865.post-110549195097181294</id><published>2005-01-11T19:49:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-01-11T20:05:50.970-05:00</updated><title type='text'>18 and hating every moment of it</title><content type='html'>well im finally 18. the big 1-8. im legal, im an adult, shouldnt everything be wonderful? shouldnt i feel a whole new sense of independance? shouldnt i be moving on and moving up in life? shouldnt things be looking up for me?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and the answer to every single one of those "should ofs" is not for me. i thought that turning 18 was actually going to be a big turning point in my life. i convinved myself that i was going to become the person that i have always wanted to become. that i was going to work my ass of for it all. too bad i have barely even had a good moment of being 18. the morning of my birthday was wonderful, but of course that was before i actually turned 18!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As the day went on i was hoping to keep it as upbeat as the morning went. but well i guess you could say that it all went to hell. i went to get my allergy shots, and the bitchy lady that i dont like did them. they always hurt real bad when she does them. and i had her split one that freaked out last week, and it did nothing. my arms still swelled up like mad. actually the bumps are still there a little. then my parents took me out to dinner, i wouldnt say it was a bad time, but it most definately wasnt good. they kept making rude comments. and the more time goes on the more i am getting sick of my mom's behavior. she just gets on my nerves, i really have a hard time having her around. as the night went on there was one thing that i was really hoping for. i know it sounds completely retarded, but i was hoping that matt would have the decency to call and say happy birthday. i know he has no connection or whatever, but it just would have been nice. i heard for a bunch of other people, but the one person it really mattered to me if they made an attempt or not didnt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;today didnt prove to be much better. my classes were monotonous as usual, plus NHS got cancelled this morning, so i wasted a good half hour of sleep by getting up and going to school early, when all it ended up doing for me was putting me with even less money. (kate, leah, and i ended up going to get coffee to waste the half hour that would have been occupied by the meeting). then after school i went and got my hair done wiht lauren. that wasnt too bad. something that started off my being a "changed person" well not really, but a new haircut always helps things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;afterwards was when it got freaky though. we went back to mrs. simon's room to do some homework before lauren had ber softball meeting and our evening plans continued. so i worked diligently on my ap bio paper, and got a TON closer to having it finished, but only for the school computers to do there little "we like to just all shut off at 6 o'clock in an attempt to save money" thing. and even though i saved it malf a million times before then. nothing. i turned it back on and looked EVERYWHERE for it. thanks school, your such a help to me.&lt;br /&gt;i know your probably thinking wow, things arent that bad hunny. but i dont know i just cant be happy anymore. i dont want anyone's damn sympathy. but i just dont feel like im worth anything anymore. it doesnt seem like anyone would really give a fuck if im around or not. then theres the whole thing about matt being everywhere i go. today he was nothing but a complete ass to me. well he did bring us dinner and that was nice of him, but when he was directing things solely towards me, he was nothing but an ass. i asked him how his day was and he just grunted. didnt even have the decency to look at me. i dont know what it is with him. its like he is telling me he really wants to be friends with me, and he couldnt stand losing me in that way, but then when i see him he throws me for complete loop. i honestly wish that he would just come out and tell me he wants nothing to do wiht me. then i could deal wiht it. yeah i know that hes friends with my friends and all that so it makes it rough. but i would just not hang out with them when he was going to be around. god knows that i could use some more time to actually get homework done instead of rushing through it, and to work on my scholarship applications, figure out college, work. all that jazz. so if he would just come out and tell me the fucking truth i would be so incredably happy. because as of right now i have pretty much given up on him as a friend, as a anything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH&lt;br /&gt;HHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well im gonna get some work done on this godforsaken bio paper. maybe ill have better luck now than i did at school.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9338865-110549195097181294?l=ivers2005.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ivers2005.blogspot.com/feeds/110549195097181294/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9338865&amp;postID=110549195097181294' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9338865/posts/default/110549195097181294'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9338865/posts/default/110549195097181294'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ivers2005.blogspot.com/2005/01/18-and-hating-every-moment-of-it.html' title='18 and hating every moment of it'/><author><name>Christina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10765497490914970851</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v194/tennisgal685/spring%202004/scan.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9338865.post-110524207171180059</id><published>2005-01-08T22:28:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-01-08T22:41:11.720-05:00</updated><title type='text'>what a day</title><content type='html'>well today proved to actually be a priductive day. i dont have those too often, so it is quite the accomplishment. after taking out the little breaks i took, i think i worked on the paper for just about 10 and a half hours. i have it all neatly organized and 5 whole pages written. eeeek i am just so proud of myself. Normally i am the one who waits til the last minute and then rushed through. but not this time around. i have until friday to get it done, and im already well on my way!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;other than the paper my day wasnt amazing, im still suffering through all that crap. and to add to it my fishy died today. and my mom being the sensitive individual she is made it worse. i hear the toilet flush, and i just figure someone went to the bathroom, wouldnt you all. and then she comes into the den where i am diligently working on my paper and proclaims. "i went in your room and your fish looked about dead, so i flushed him down the toilet" so he wasnt even totally dead, she said he was still moving around a little but she didnt want him to suffer. what the hell, that kinda fish doesnt exactly swim all over the place. :( so theres my depressing story about how my fishy died today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well im outie, im ready to get away from this computer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9338865-110524207171180059?l=ivers2005.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ivers2005.blogspot.com/feeds/110524207171180059/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9338865&amp;postID=110524207171180059' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9338865/posts/default/110524207171180059'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9338865/posts/default/110524207171180059'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ivers2005.blogspot.com/2005/01/what-day.html' title='what a day'/><author><name>Christina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10765497490914970851</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v194/tennisgal685/spring%202004/scan.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9338865.post-110520789813264527</id><published>2005-01-08T13:23:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-01-08T13:11:38.133-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Waiting for you is like waiting for rain in this drought, useless and disappointing</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;days go by and i am beginning to give up on this idea that i have drilled into my head. as much as i want him back, i know that trying is useless.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;i felt horrible last night. we went over to lauren's house (me andrew and matt) to hang out after the basketball game. we just watched the end of the pistons game and played video games. i have to admitt that i was a wreck. i feel bad because i think i was more of a drag to have around than actually being a good friend. it was just the whole thing with having matt around. all i want to do is reach out and pull him towards me, i want to hold him, and feel him hold me. but there is some sort of tension in between us. so although i know that isnt going to happen, its like we both pretend the other isnt around. i really do want to stay friends with him, hes not the type of person that i want to lose from my life. but its not easy. especially when he doesnt even make an effort. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;so here i sit trying to decide what the hell to do. ive given up on him taking me back. because as much as i know that he loves me, and although he tells me he is "in love" with me. he wont take me back. and i would love to be friends with him, but it is so hard. it seems it would be easier for me to just push him out of my life, like i did when we first broke up. but then there is the problem that he is friends wiht all of my friends. and as much as i hate to say this i think that they would rather have him around than me. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;i hate the fact that my blog has turned into me talking about matt, and nothing else. and i dont mean to focus only on that. but this blog isnt about what i did each day, this blog is about my feelings, and about the things that are bothering me and/or making my happy. and this just happens to be the thing that is most always on my mind. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;well, my bio paper is turning out to be hard as hell. the articles i am reading dont make much sense because a lot of them are made for doctors, and well i am just not as educated as a doctor, simple as that. ive learned a ton though, and i am happy that as much as i hate bio, i have found a topic that actually interests me. it is on invididualized medicine. The medical world is working on discovering how your genetic makeup is linked to how well any given drug will work for you. it is amazing the different things they have found. for example, a simple test can now tell a woman wiht breast cancer whether chemo will work for them, or if the side effects will outweigh the bennifits. it is amazing how the technology in this world is being used to advance our medical system. well...enough boring people.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;and matt, im sorry to write about this stuff, and as much as you may think i am, i am not trying to throw you on a guilt trip. i am only expressing myself. so if that is how you think of me still, get over it because its not how it is.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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disappointing'/><author><name>Christina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10765497490914970851</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v194/tennisgal685/spring%202004/scan.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9338865.post-110472103083345632</id><published>2005-01-02T21:54:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-01-02T21:57:10.833-05:00</updated><title type='text'>goodbye doesnt mean forever</title><content type='html'>"Remember goodbye doesn't mean forever&lt;br /&gt;Let me tell you goodbye doesn't mean we'll never be together again&lt;br /&gt;Though we may be so far apart you still have my heart&lt;br /&gt;So forget your past my Goodbye Girl&lt;br /&gt;Now you're home at last."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;that was the away message on a friends aol. i thought it really said something to me, so i thought i would save it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9338865-110472103083345632?l=ivers2005.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ivers2005.blogspot.com/feeds/110472103083345632/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9338865&amp;postID=110472103083345632' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9338865/posts/default/110472103083345632'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9338865/posts/default/110472103083345632'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ivers2005.blogspot.com/2005/01/goodbye-doesnt-mean-forever.html' title='goodbye doesnt mean forever'/><author><name>Christina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10765497490914970851</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v194/tennisgal685/spring%202004/scan.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9338865.post-110462640294056176</id><published>2005-01-01T19:18:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2005-01-01T19:40:02.940-05:00</updated><title type='text'>falling back down to earth</title><content type='html'>well things arent quite as joyful as i painted them out to be last post. of course they arent, things are never that joyful. especially not with me. things never seem to go just right.&lt;br /&gt;matt is now busy "making a decision" and the more i look at it the more i feel like that decision is not going to bennifit me in any way whatsoever. matt realized after someone pointed it out to him that he has a crush on jackie, so now he is busy persueing that, and doesnt know which one of us he wants. as of right now it seems as though he has decided that he just wants to decide to make no decision. it seems as though this happens every time between us now. when we first started dating, he spent about a month deciding if a relationship was what was right for him. and here we are doing the same thing all over again.&lt;br /&gt;it is so weird to feel this emptyness. i thought for a little while that i had made the right decision (a VERY little while) and then i realized that i never should have let him go. at that point i wasnt strong enough to buff up and tell him i skrewed up, and i waited until the pain was so much that i couldnt not tell him. so i told him, and he seemed to understand, and he seemed to want it all back. but now i dont even know what it is that he wants.&lt;br /&gt;so here i am. with this feeling of pain that only one person can fix. with this feeling of pain that is worse than anything that i have ever felt before. someone save me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9338865-110462640294056176?l=ivers2005.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ivers2005.blogspot.com/feeds/110462640294056176/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9338865&amp;postID=110462640294056176' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9338865/posts/default/110462640294056176'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9338865/posts/default/110462640294056176'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ivers2005.blogspot.com/2005/01/falling-back-down-to-earth.html' title='falling back down to earth'/><author><name>Christina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10765497490914970851</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v194/tennisgal685/spring%202004/scan.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9338865.post-110452964988066485</id><published>2004-12-31T15:48:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-12-31T16:47:29.880-05:00</updated><title type='text'>in heaven once again</title><content type='html'>fuck anything that i have been saying about boys in here. fuck it all. i dont know what the hell i was thinking. the other day i suddenly realized that i was making one of the biggest mistakes of my life. i was leaving the one person that i truely love to go searching for someone who would fill the empty hole in my heart. when that empty hole could only be filled by that one person who i left in the first place. God, what was i thinking walking out of his house that night, and walking out of his life?&lt;br /&gt;now i know that people like him are impossible to ocme by. people like him dont just come walking into your life every single day. people like him are few. matt has always been that person who will sit with me and let me calm down no matter how much he doesnt agree with what i am upset with. he is a person who will go to the end of the earth for someone that he loves. and he love me. who in their right mind would ever leave that? so here i am, crawling back to that person who i know will find it in his heart to forgive me. even if things are never the same, i know that he will always be there by my side, whatever may happen.&lt;br /&gt;just the feeling of him wraping his arms around me i realized was pure bliss. thank god for this realization!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9338865-110452964988066485?l=ivers2005.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ivers2005.blogspot.com/feeds/110452964988066485/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9338865&amp;postID=110452964988066485' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9338865/posts/default/110452964988066485'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9338865/posts/default/110452964988066485'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ivers2005.blogspot.com/2004/12/in-heaven-once-again.html' title='in heaven once again'/><author><name>Christina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10765497490914970851</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v194/tennisgal685/spring%202004/scan.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9338865.post-110384350974802088</id><published>2004-12-23T18:03:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-12-23T18:12:06.843-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>wow sometime i can get so incredably pissed off by people. i hate the drama that always comes up with my group of friends. and the way that people try and cover it up, and make up random stories that arent true.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;take for example one girl. why the hell would you tell someone that this guy came over, and came with someone else when in fact YOU invited him. and continue to tell someone that he came and left wiht someone else when in fact you sent that person he "came and left with" to pick him up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so here i am left trying to fill in hole with someone who thinks that what really happened is so far from what actually happened. and when lauren told him the story, she claimed to feel bad about lying to him. which im sure she did, because i did too. but then she went on and lied about something else instead of just telling him the straight out truth.&lt;br /&gt;AHHHHHHH stupid people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9338865-110384350974802088?l=ivers2005.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ivers2005.blogspot.com/feeds/110384350974802088/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9338865&amp;postID=110384350974802088' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9338865/posts/default/110384350974802088'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9338865/posts/default/110384350974802088'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ivers2005.blogspot.com/2004/12/wow-sometime-i-can-get-so-incredably.html' title=''/><author><name>Christina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10765497490914970851</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v194/tennisgal685/spring%202004/scan.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9338865.post-110374376911029064</id><published>2004-12-22T14:27:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-12-22T14:29:29.110-05:00</updated><title type='text'>ive reached the light at the end of the tunnel</title><content type='html'>the end is finally in sight. here i sit in the last hour of my hell in this school. at least for a little while. woo hoo. you have no idea how happy this makes me. granted i will be spending a good amount of my break writing that damn research paper for bio. but at least i wont he here. it seems that i cannot even make it through an entire day without getting an unbelievably bad headache, or get severely upset for some reason. yay for this being gone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and yay for chicago. i called whitney at lunch, and she is going to take us to thrift store. w00t. this rocks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9338865-110374376911029064?l=ivers2005.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ivers2005.blogspot.com/feeds/110374376911029064/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9338865&amp;postID=110374376911029064' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9338865/posts/default/110374376911029064'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9338865/posts/default/110374376911029064'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ivers2005.blogspot.com/2004/12/ive-reached-light-at-end-of-tunnel.html' title='ive reached the light at the end of the tunnel'/><author><name>Christina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10765497490914970851</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v194/tennisgal685/spring%202004/scan.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9338865.post-110355234189047740</id><published>2004-12-20T09:11:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-12-20T09:19:01.890-05:00</updated><title type='text'>love or lust</title><content type='html'>why the hell i titled this post that i have no idea. just a random thought in my head.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well im heading into the last few days of school before break, and i cant wait. school has been stressing me out more than it really should be and it sucks&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im glad  that brendan is home. hes good to have around. except for his little plugs he makes ever 10 min about me going to uofm next year. hes gonna be let down hard if i dont go there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i dont know what to buy emily for christmas. and i have all of 2 days to think of something. plus i really need to get knitting on alex's hat&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yay, debate to judge 6th hour. wait no. i hate novices, they suck. about debate, i saw chris neil last night. him and his gf sarah were at the mads dinner. he asked about debate and when i told him i wasnt going to either states, he freaked at me. he gave me this big lecture on how it is a great educational experience, and how i should continue with it at college next year. that kid has really grown up, and its definately for the better. im actually kinda proud of him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well, 2nd hour is calling my name. im out like peace&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9338865-110355234189047740?l=ivers2005.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ivers2005.blogspot.com/feeds/110355234189047740/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9338865&amp;postID=110355234189047740' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9338865/posts/default/110355234189047740'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9338865/posts/default/110355234189047740'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ivers2005.blogspot.com/2004/12/love-or-lust.html' title='love or lust'/><author><name>Christina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10765497490914970851</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v194/tennisgal685/spring%202004/scan.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9338865.post-110338182252751426</id><published>2004-12-18T09:23:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-12-18T09:57:02.526-05:00</updated><title type='text'>yay for bad days</title><content type='html'>fucking a. it is 9:30 in the morning and i am already having a bad day. earlier this week i went into dave's boot shop because they had an add in the paper saying that they needed someone to work daturdays, so i got an application, and dave told me to come back saturday morning because his wife would be there to look at my application and talk to me. so i was planning on heading into town around 10, because that is when they open. i thought i had gotten up at 9:30 for a quick shower and then out the door. but nope it was 8:30. so here i sit, awake for no reason whatsoever. and the stupid thing is that my dad came in and was like "time to get up hunny" when it was that freaking early in the morning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so there was the start to my bad morning. then i get online and start to catch up with people, reading their bogs (something i havent done in a while). i get to lauren, and start reading...and all it does is piss me off. she wrote a blog that took me about 10 min to read entirely about how she wasnt going to get to see john this weekend and how he had just left 10 min ago, and she missed him already. i just want to scream at her to be happy she has what she does. she is the one whos got the relationship that is wonderful right now, and she better damn well be glad about it. there is no reason to sit around and mope because you dont get to see someone for 2 days. at least he is coming back. maybe this is all just about me not having that and being jealous, but i just dont understand how people can get upset about something like that. it makes no sense in my mind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well so now that we know why this blog is my "not fro friends" blog, considering lauren is the best friend i have, and i love her to death most of the time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i would say "on a happier note" but right now i really dont have a happier note.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the other day i was hanging out wiht alex, and on the way home we somehow started talking about jennifer pfeifle, and i said something about how her problems kind of pulled us apart after a while. then i mentioned that i had some issues back around that time. and it just kind of hit me. i started crying on the spot. ive never had this happen to me before, and i just dont quite understand it. i have always been alright with my past, not embarassed by it. at that point, alex seemed to really want to know what was bothering me, but i couldnt get it out, i couldnt tell my story. now that i have had a few days to dwell on things, i feel that it is time to write it out. ive only told this story to one person, matt, and i have only actually written it once, but that was in a letter to my brother the day after the big news came out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it was sophmore year, and i was trucking along through my classes, through tennis, through it all. to this day i havent quite figured out where all of these emotions came from, but most of all i know they were there, and i know they were stronger than anything else i have ever felt. it was as if nothing anyone could do for me would make me happy. all my friends seemed to be leading the perfect life. and then there i was, i never felt as if i fit in. at times i thought i was just spending time with them for their own charity. i thought that i was the one who no one wanted around but somehow always showed up. as time went on the littlest things would agrivate me. i would go home after school, get in bed and cry. and there i would sit until someone would come home. at that point i would hop out of bed and pretend to be fine. no one could know how i was really feeling&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well this went on for months. the time all mostly mushes together now, im not quite sure how long it was. i remember january i was on my way to big rapids one morning wiht my mom. i had gotten into it with jenniferthe night before. she had taked brad's weight pills from him, telling him it was unsafe and he needed to stop, and then proceeded to take them herself. i remember that night clear as day. that wasnt the reason i was so upset wiht myself, i just remember that it was the night before. anyways, i was driving my mothers car, and on a straightaway, i remember looking at the oncoming car and wanting nothing more than to swerve into the other lane, ending it all. the one thing that stopped my that day was my mother being in the car, i couldnt drag her into my attempts.&lt;br /&gt;a few months passed, and from there things got no where but worse. i had started my own little form of the normal cutting. i would stick a part of my hand in my mouth and bite down til i was sure i would bite through the skin. some days i would have teeth marks that lasted for over a week. after those days had been haunting me for quite some time, i decided that it was all over. the next day i was going to do it. how, i had no idea how. but i was going to. so i prepared myself. i wrote an email saying goodbye to my closest friends. why i sent it the night before when i was going to see them the next day i have no idea. maybe it really was a cry for help coming from the deepest parts of me. anyways, the next day at school proved to be one of my toughest ever. sitting in mrs rassmussen's class i heard them page my down to the councilers office. i knew what was coming. as much as i didnt want to, i knew it. as i walked down those halls, i made my decision to do some thing to make this better. all i wanted was to run the other direction, take my car and just drive. but i knew i had to do this, for the people i loved. so on i walked down the hall, the tears streaming. i remember walking into mrs starkey's office (god love that woman, she has gotten me as well as a few more of my friends through some seriously tough times) and hanging my head. for only a few months prior, i had been in there talking about this same problem as well as a few others, only they involved jennifer and not me.&lt;br /&gt;she sat my down, and pulled out a crumpled up printed out copy of my email.  i knew my friends wanted to help me at that point. they really were my friends. we talked, well really she talked. i sat and cried. and then she did what i had been dreading. she called my mother, and told her to come in. that was the day i faced my fears. my mother seemed almost upset wiht me. she couldnt understand why her daughter whom she thought was completely perfect would ever dream of reaching this point. news flash mom, im not perfect.&lt;br /&gt;from there, we went straight to a psychiatrist. of course. my mom needed a "professional opinion" bullshit, she didnt know what to do with me, so she thought that shrink would solve all my problems. well i basically wouldnt talk. my mom went in and told the guy what my problem was. shit if she knew. and we went from there. tests apon tests. multiple different people she made me go to. it was hell. i never wanted to talk about it. just not my style. i kept telling my mom, if i want to talk about my "problems" then i will consult someone who actually knows me, not some cracked out lady who thinks that because she has met one teenager with depression she has met us all. my mother would hear nothing of it.&lt;br /&gt;at one point she drove me all the way to traverse city for what she claims as a "professional opinion" that someone recommended to her. good to know that she was talking about this with other people. i think that the hardest part of this whole thing was my mother, she totally changed for a while there, and it was a change for the worse.&lt;br /&gt;well as time passed, i started taking prosac, i started going to a shrink, the same one for more than a few visits, and although i never wanted to admitt it to my mother, i started to get better.&lt;br /&gt;as time has passed, my mom never has been quite sure that i am fine, but i think she has given up on the fight. every once in a while i dip back down into that hole, but for the most part, i think i have passed that stage in my life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so there is my story. i feel better now for getting it out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9338865-110338182252751426?l=ivers2005.blogspot.com' 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src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v194/tennisgal685/spring%202004/scan.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9338865.post-110322760110670262</id><published>2004-12-16T14:56:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-12-16T15:06:41.106-05:00</updated><title type='text'>what a week</title><content type='html'>as this week goes on i am getting more and more lost as to just about everything. its horrible. let me take this step by step&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;alex and i have been hanging out/talking all the time. he rocks, and im not confused on that one bit. but, it still has only been about a month since matt and i broke up, and im just not sure how ready i actually am for a relationship. i am over him and everything, but moving from a relationship that was almost a year long right into another isnt what i think is the best way to handle things. so i guess i am just going to see where this takes me. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I sucked it up big time on the world history test from monday. we got it back today and i definately for a 73% on it. not exactly up to par for me. the weird thing is that this is what happened on the last test too. granted last time i didnt study nearly as much as i did this time around, but i feel like i know the stuff and i think that i did well on the essays, but nope. so mr. tamm came and said something to me after he handed the tests back. basically that he knows how hard i work, and doesnt understand how i dont do well on the tests. he told me this story about how when he was in college he had trouble on the tests in one of his history classes, even though he knew all the information perfectly. so, monday after school i have a meeting with him so we can talk about it. i am hoping i can figure everything out, and get a better grade on a retake of the test. im glad that i have tamm as a teacher though, he rocks. i love the way he teaches, and he has basically told me that he will help me to get better at taking tests, no matter what it takes. so thats that&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;i dont know what to do about JV states for debate. its the weekend before my birthday, and i dont really want to go, but at the same time i almost feel like i would be letting down my team if i dont go. im almost afraid to talk to sommer (coach) about it because of the way she treated claire when she told her that she wasnt going to varsity states. so somehow i have to break it to her that i am done for the season, when both jv and varsity states are still left&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt; brendan comes home today, thats a a good thing. as much as sometimes i dont like having him home, because i dont get any attention and i feel like no one cares whether i am around or not, it is good to have him around. he really wants to teach me how to speak chinese over break. or at least the basics, so that might be fun.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt;well, thats it for now. class is almost over. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9338865-110322760110670262?l=ivers2005.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ivers2005.blogspot.com/feeds/110322760110670262/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9338865&amp;postID=110322760110670262' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9338865/posts/default/110322760110670262'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9338865/posts/default/110322760110670262'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ivers2005.blogspot.com/2004/12/what-week.html' title='what a week'/><author><name>Christina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10765497490914970851</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v194/tennisgal685/spring%202004/scan.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9338865.post-110264493578558034</id><published>2004-12-09T21:02:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-12-09T21:15:35.786-05:00</updated><title type='text'>a pleasent suprise</title><content type='html'>The last while has actually been pretty good. ive been swamped wiht debate and bio and all that jazz...but i have managed to actually find someone that i can really relate with. it's weird, because ive never noticed alex. he moved here freshman year from san diego, and this is the first year that i have actually known who he is. because normally when someone new starts up at our school, everyone knows them. not this time, at least not for me.&lt;br /&gt;he is in two of my classes this year, and he caught my eye. mainly because hes outspoken, hes down with talking politics, and likes to get his opinion out there. and i love when people are like that. and to add to it, he is probably one of the more intelligent people that i know. he wont have an opinion unless he is informed, and god he is informed, about everything. its awesome. anywho, the other day i decided that i was gonna stop watching from afar, and actually get to know him, so i asked josh for his email, and sent him a completely random email. it was just kinda like hey, you seem really cool, and i wanted to get to know you. an apparently, he had been thinking the same thing but didnt know how to strike up a conversation. so we spent last night on the phone until almost 1am. it was crazy to find someone who i can talk to about things, politics and other stuff too. but not get into big arguements about it with. just have a civil conversation.&lt;br /&gt;anyways, im intrigued by him, hes caught my eye. so we'll see. im not sure if a relationship is really what i need right now. i really do need to concentrate on school, at least until the end ofthis semester. so we'll see what comes of this. if anything, i think that i have found a new friend, and a new friend  that i really enjoy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9338865-110264493578558034?l=ivers2005.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ivers2005.blogspot.com/feeds/110264493578558034/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9338865&amp;postID=110264493578558034' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9338865/posts/default/110264493578558034'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9338865/posts/default/110264493578558034'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ivers2005.blogspot.com/2004/12/pleasent-suprise.html' title='a pleasent suprise'/><author><name>Christina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10765497490914970851</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v194/tennisgal685/spring%202004/scan.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9338865.post-110227535200089359</id><published>2004-12-05T14:14:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-12-05T14:35:52.000-05:00</updated><title type='text'>days go by</title><content type='html'>this past week my days have slowly been getting better. although i had a slight incident with matt friday night, leaving me completely lost, i think ive been doing very well.  my weekend was actually a blast :) w00t.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friday: lauren, john, katelin, andrew, steph, and i all went to the side door for dinner (yum, i love that place), and then proceeded to open house. i am completely convinced that open house is my favorite night of the year, of all the nights that happen every year... it is a friday night early every december when the streets downtown all get blocked off, and the stores all stay open late. there ar ebunches of people walking around, little stands on the side of the road selling anything you could want, and bands/groups of people singing and playing christmas music. it is bascically just an all around happy time. this is definately one of the things that i love about living in a small town. whenever events like this are happening, it is always for sure that you will see people you havent seen in a while. and it is amazing how you can walk down the street, and know a good percentage of teh people that you see. that is what i love about a small town. granted that little issue of knowing everyone doesnt always make me happy. it provides for a very quick gossip system. oh well, some things do have to be given up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after open house, we gained a few people (matt, emily, and tom) and lost a few too (katelin and andrew), and headed over to my house to watch love actually. i really liked that movie, it was really cute.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but saturday, now saturday was the fun day. stephanie called me like a week ago, and asked what i was doing saturday...i said nothing, and she randomly exclaimed "want to go to canada with me?" so well, we went to canada. she wanted to get some stuff for gabey for christmas, because he love s the junk food that you can get over there. it was a great girlie day, which i really needed. we ended up bring sam with us, shes such a goofball. i think that the highlight of my day was our experience in the dollar store. we walked up to the counter with a basket full of candy...and then decided it would be a good idea to ask where we could find a grocery store.  so steph dumps out all this candy, and the looks at the guy (let me add he was anamazingly SEXY man) and asks "do you know where we can find a grocery store.....in canada?" thinking ya know, he just might, possibly, send us back over the border for our grocery store....! he just laughed at us :(. but then he was a sweetie and explained where to go. so after a half hour or so, we decided that it would be to our benifit to document our time in canada...so we thought it needed to return to our sexy cashier. i think it was the saddest moment in my life when we returned and he was nowhere to be found. sam almost broke down crying. hehehee&lt;br /&gt;well the entire day proved to be amusing, a much needed break. thanks girls!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well, it is imminent that i return to my shitload of homework. wish me all the fun in the world with it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9338865-110227535200089359?l=ivers2005.blogspot.com' 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src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v194/tennisgal685/spring%202004/scan.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9338865.post-110178107658143772</id><published>2004-11-29T21:10:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-11-29T21:17:56.580-05:00</updated><title type='text'>maybe more alone than i though</title><content type='html'>As i headed away from Clayon's house last night, i still had one major hope in the back of my mind. (the very back of my mind let me add). i know this sounds bad, its all going back to the times of the phrase FM (freshman molestor). but i kinda have this thing, for this freshman. he just moved here from chicago, and is in the debate class that i TA for. of course meaning that hes on the debate team, so i see him all the time. but he rocks, he is seriously the coolest freshman ever. somehow, he strangely reminds me of gabey. a tiny bit in the looks department, but they act so much the same. hes a little ghetto, like gabey, but not nasty about it. but he acts so much like him. honestly, i mean the conversations i have had with him practically mimic some that i have had with gabey in the past. hes so down to earth, and positive, really great with advice. god, its just so strange. anywho, i think he rocks, and hes so adorable, but hes a freaking freshman, which doesnt quite cut it for me, i cant stoop to that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so theres my little prob. that little thought in the back of my mind isnt really much of a thought, its more of a "god i wish he was a year or two older so i could have him" kinda thing. so that leaves me with nothing. :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;at lest lauren and i have been hanging out lately. shes my little savior. i always know that she can show me a good time, even when im upset about shit. but she has her john, kinda. so that still leaves me alone in that department. hmmm, im kinda in a writing mood. i think im gonna head out and get some stuff done. night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9338865-110178107658143772?l=ivers2005.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ivers2005.blogspot.com/feeds/110178107658143772/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9338865&amp;postID=110178107658143772' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9338865/posts/default/110178107658143772'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9338865/posts/default/110178107658143772'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ivers2005.blogspot.com/2004/11/maybe-more-alone-than-i-though.html' title='maybe more alone than i though'/><author><name>Christina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10765497490914970851</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v194/tennisgal685/spring%202004/scan.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9338865.post-110151555031580788</id><published>2004-11-26T19:14:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-01-02T10:00:12.903-05:00</updated><title type='text'>three in one day, ahhh</title><content type='html'>as of late, i really havent had much to like about my life. with matt gone, and no way to break it to the rents (i finally told my brother by the way), i have no real shelter left. he used to be the one i would go to with all of my problems, all of the little things that shouldnt matter in life, yet they do. so without him, all of those little things build up inside my head, begging to come out, yet i have no where to go with them. yet, i do believe that something good has come out of this relationship. i have no felt this free since i was in DC over the summer and he couldnt watch over me. when we were together it seemed like everything i did i had to okay with him. and if he didnt like it, then i barely ever bertayed that because i was afraid of being alone. and now i am alone, but at least i have this new sense of freedom.&lt;br /&gt;i spent some time with zach today, and i think that is what made me find this freedom. i remember one day this summer talking to zach about going out to dinner to catch up on things before he went back to college, and matt would hear nothing of the sort. because zach is 4 years older than me, because matt has never met him, and because he has made a few comments that were not so nice towards matt (all of them he deserved might i add), matt ddi everything he could to keep me from him. that kind of sheltering is something i would see from my mother, not from a boyfriend.&lt;br /&gt;now i guess that i just have to weigh things out. loneliness to freedom...&lt;br /&gt;as much as i love my friends, i am beginning to see why so many people have strayed from our group. it is so relationship based, and those who are lacking in the significant other realm of things really have a hard time being around. for a while, lauren and john has split, and that gave me someone to spend time with, and be the other single around. when two of four couples are gone, it makes the time spent with those guys so much better. but seeing as they have reunited, i cant help but feel alone in this world. i know that my time spent with the girls will include countless relationship stories, and i will have none. i will become a sort of outsider in their world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well, im off for today. more next time im sick of people and dont want them to read&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9338865-110151555031580788?l=ivers2005.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v194/tennisgal685/spring%202004/scan.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9338865.post-110151371988850772</id><published>2004-11-26T19:00:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-11-26T19:01:59.890-05:00</updated><title type='text'>alone</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;i wrote this the day after my boyfriend and i broke up:&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sitting alone in this room&lt;br /&gt;Nothing left but my thoughts&lt;br /&gt;No matter where I look&lt;br /&gt;There is no one around me&lt;br /&gt;There is nothing&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No love, no warmth&lt;br /&gt;No joyful memories&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Looking back I see your face&lt;br /&gt;A blank start as I slowly back away&lt;br /&gt;Sorrowful, yet unforgiving&lt;br /&gt;You stand tall as I slowly sink&lt;br /&gt;There is nothing&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No love, no warmth&lt;br /&gt;No joyful memories&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Driving slowly away, I am lost&lt;br /&gt;Where next, what from here&lt;br /&gt;This knife buried in my heart&lt;br /&gt;It is up to me, I have the choice&lt;br /&gt;There is nothing&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No love, no warmth&lt;br /&gt;No joyful memories&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The further I drive, the deeper the knife&lt;br /&gt;The pain is all I am left with&lt;br /&gt;Gone are the good times&lt;br /&gt;Never again the happiness once felt&lt;br /&gt;There is nothing&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No live, no warmth&lt;br /&gt;No joyful memories&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So now I move on, to where&lt;br /&gt;Bigger, better things await&lt;br /&gt;Where are they? I see them nowhere&lt;br /&gt;On to college, on to other people&lt;br /&gt;But for now there is nothing&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No love&lt;br /&gt;No warmth&lt;br /&gt;No joyful memories&lt;br /&gt;No love&lt;br /&gt;No warmth&lt;br /&gt;No joyful memories&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9338865-110151371988850772?l=ivers2005.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ivers2005.blogspot.com/feeds/110151371988850772/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9338865&amp;postID=110151371988850772' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9338865/posts/default/110151371988850772'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9338865/posts/default/110151371988850772'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ivers2005.blogspot.com/2004/11/alone.html' title='alone'/><author><name>Christina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10765497490914970851</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v194/tennisgal685/spring%202004/scan.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9338865.post-110150818219829404</id><published>2004-11-26T17:25:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-11-26T17:29:42.196-05:00</updated><title type='text'>a new start</title><content type='html'>my blog has always been a way for me to express my feelings, but in the situation i was in before creating this blog, i had to sensor my feelings in order to avoid hurting any of my friends who may read that blog, so i decided to create this one as a new start, somewhere to post things that some may find offensive. anyone who would like to see the posts i make on my other blog, go &lt;a href="http://chrissykins.tblog.com/"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9338865-110150818219829404?l=ivers2005.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ivers2005.blogspot.com/feeds/110150818219829404/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9338865&amp;postID=110150818219829404' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9338865/posts/default/110150818219829404'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9338865/posts/default/110150818219829404'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ivers2005.blogspot.com/2004/11/new-start.html' title='a new start'/><author><name>Christina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10765497490914970851</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v194/tennisgal685/spring%202004/scan.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
