<?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-3228654</id><updated>2011-04-21T15:37:17.558-07:00</updated><title type='text'>college. :p</title><subtitle type='html'>patreesha does college... national lampoon style!</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://testblogg.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3228654/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://testblogg.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Patreesha</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://www.starkdavingmad.com/patreesha/cam/cam.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>33</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3228654.post-114430352084098200</id><published>2006-04-05T23:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-04-05T23:06:02.683-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Also,My awesome Jamaican roommate (the one who, as seen below, will not be a crackwhore) and I have deduced that the person sneakily eating all of our food is, not surprisingly, my roommate, L.She ate my fucking Girl Scout cookies! What a dumb fucking cunt.Now that I've started talking about her,I know she's stolen my lip gloss and has it hidden away in her desk.She ate my fucking Thin Mints! </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://testblogg.blogspot.com/feeds/114430352084098200/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3228654&amp;postID=114430352084098200&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3228654/posts/default/114430352084098200'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3228654/posts/default/114430352084098200'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://testblogg.blogspot.com/2006/04/also-my-awesome-jamaican-roommate-one.html' title=''/><author><name>Patreesha</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://www.starkdavingmad.com/patreesha/cam/cam.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3228654.post-114430329624452438</id><published>2006-04-05T23:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-04-05T23:01:36.260-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>UGH!This past Monday, a bitchy TA had to rip my Statistics exam out of my cold, stiff fingers.I wasn't done, bitch!</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://testblogg.blogspot.com/feeds/114430329624452438/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3228654&amp;postID=114430329624452438&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3228654/posts/default/114430329624452438'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3228654/posts/default/114430329624452438'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://testblogg.blogspot.com/2006/04/ugh-this-past-monday-bitchy-ta-had-to.html' title=''/><author><name>Patreesha</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://www.starkdavingmad.com/patreesha/cam/cam.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3228654.post-113753229648247906</id><published>2006-01-17T13:10:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-01-17T13:11:36.493-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Sweet-Mate.My awesomely nice Jamaican suitemate bursts into my room and says,"I GOT INTO LAW SCHOOL! I GOT INTO LAW SCHOOL!"L. and I congratulated her, and she continues screaming,"I'M SO EXCITED! I'M NOT GOING TO BE A CRACKWHORE!"</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://testblogg.blogspot.com/feeds/113753229648247906/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3228654&amp;postID=113753229648247906&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3228654/posts/default/113753229648247906'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3228654/posts/default/113753229648247906'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://testblogg.blogspot.com/2006/01/sweet-mate.html' title=''/><author><name>Patreesha</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://www.starkdavingmad.com/patreesha/cam/cam.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3228654.post-113511833998937494</id><published>2005-12-20T14:38:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-12-20T14:39:00.000-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Sick as a motherfucking DOG.This is the worst cold I've had probably ever. Please kill me.Please.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://testblogg.blogspot.com/feeds/113511833998937494/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3228654&amp;postID=113511833998937494&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3228654/posts/default/113511833998937494'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3228654/posts/default/113511833998937494'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://testblogg.blogspot.com/2005/12/sick-as-motherfucking-dog.html' title=''/><author><name>Patreesha</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://www.starkdavingmad.com/patreesha/cam/cam.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3228654.post-113208415668127984</id><published>2005-11-15T11:48:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-11-15T11:49:16.696-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>This Year Was Fun.I'm so glad I started taking Journalism classes this semester. Awesome.But dude.Next year, I'm taking a course in BLOGGING. HOW FRIGGIN' FUNNY IS THAT?!</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://testblogg.blogspot.com/feeds/113208415668127984/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3228654&amp;postID=113208415668127984&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3228654/posts/default/113208415668127984'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3228654/posts/default/113208415668127984'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://testblogg.blogspot.com/2005/11/this-year-was-fun.html' title=''/><author><name>Patreesha</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://www.starkdavingmad.com/patreesha/cam/cam.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3228654.post-111557155187825671</id><published>2005-05-08T09:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-05-08T09:59:11.890-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>This message is forA CERTAIN TA FOR A CERTAIN CLASS WHO IS A BIG SHITSTICK DICK SUCKING CUNT. GOD YOU ARE THE MOST MISERABLE LITTLE BITCH I HAVE EVER COME ACROSS IN MY LIFE. I COULDN'T STAND YOU FROM THE MOMENT I HEARD YOUR STUPID COCKSUCKING MOUTH SAY "DONT FORGET TO TURN IN THE PENCILS.. DON'T FORGET ABOUT THE PENCILS.. WE ONLY HAVE A FEW.. PLEASE DON'T FORGET TO TURN IN THE PENCILS AFTER YOUR </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://testblogg.blogspot.com/feeds/111557155187825671/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3228654&amp;postID=111557155187825671&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3228654/posts/default/111557155187825671'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3228654/posts/default/111557155187825671'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://testblogg.blogspot.com/2005/05/this-message-is-for-certain-ta-for.html' title=''/><author><name>Patreesha</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://www.starkdavingmad.com/patreesha/cam/cam.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3228654.post-110464150307121109</id><published>2005-01-01T20:38:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-01-01T20:51:43.073-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Wah, Wah, Wah!!!I hate winter break, because it makes me feel obligated to spend time with my family, and the fact that it's such an obligation makes me, in turn, feel guilty about not being more willing to do so in the first place. It also means being forced to spend time doing shit I used to do when I was at home, like play the piano, for lack of better things to do (one can only be online </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://testblogg.blogspot.com/feeds/110464150307121109/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3228654&amp;postID=110464150307121109&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3228654/posts/default/110464150307121109'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3228654/posts/default/110464150307121109'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://testblogg.blogspot.com/2005/01/wah-wah-wah-i-hate-winter-break.html' title=''/><author><name>Patreesha</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://www.starkdavingmad.com/patreesha/cam/cam.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3228654.post-110300666303813563</id><published>2004-12-13T22:43:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-12-13T22:44:23.036-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Shit.Finals! SHIT SHIT SHIT SHIT SHIT SHIT SHIT!I've felt really queasy for the past few days about fucking finals. Oh man.SHIT SHIT SHIT.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://testblogg.blogspot.com/feeds/110300666303813563/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3228654&amp;postID=110300666303813563&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3228654/posts/default/110300666303813563'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3228654/posts/default/110300666303813563'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://testblogg.blogspot.com/2004/12/shit.html' title=''/><author><name>Patreesha</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://www.starkdavingmad.com/patreesha/cam/cam.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3228654.post-110076489539587792</id><published>2004-11-18T01:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-11-18T00:02:37.840-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Oh HELLO THERE!I've been sitting here, unable to do anything except think about the Double D; Double Dragon; D. Diamonds; DDDDDD D D D D DDDDDDD!Also OH HELLO LOOK WHAT I FOUND.OOOOOOHhhhhhhh HOO! Come to MAMA!I usually don't really care about jewelery so much, but I'm getting obsessed with this pair of earrings! I keep checking the link every five minutes to see if they're </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://testblogg.blogspot.com/feeds/110076489539587792/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3228654&amp;postID=110076489539587792&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3228654/posts/default/110076489539587792'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3228654/posts/default/110076489539587792'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://testblogg.blogspot.com/2004/11/oh-hello-there-ive-been-sitting-here.html' title=''/><author><name>Patreesha</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://www.starkdavingmad.com/patreesha/cam/cam.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3228654.post-109374744929601967</id><published>2004-08-28T19:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-08-28T19:44:09.296-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>HEY DICKCHEESE!HOLY SHIT YEAH!Home #2, here I come!!!Fuck y'all leftist hippy shits who are going to make moving into my Union Square dorm that much more of a pain in the asshole. My dad may or may not plow into you. Hopefully may.FUCK YES.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://testblogg.blogspot.com/feeds/109374744929601967/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3228654&amp;postID=109374744929601967&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3228654/posts/default/109374744929601967'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3228654/posts/default/109374744929601967'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://testblogg.blogspot.com/2004/08/hey-dickcheese-holy-shit-yeah-home-2.html' title=''/><author><name>Patreesha</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://www.starkdavingmad.com/patreesha/cam/cam.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3228654.post-107826636452162446</id><published>2004-03-02T14:26:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-03-02T14:28:12.700-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>How. Someone fucking tell me.Someone FUCKING tell me:HOW DOES ONE LOSE A FOLDER CONTAINING AN ENTIRE FALL SEMESTER'S WORTH OF WORK??HOW??FUCKING HOW?!?!?!?!?!?!?WHERE THE FUCK DID I  PUT IT?!?!!?!? JESUS CHRIST.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://testblogg.blogspot.com/feeds/107826636452162446/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3228654&amp;postID=107826636452162446&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3228654/posts/default/107826636452162446'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3228654/posts/default/107826636452162446'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://testblogg.blogspot.com/2004/03/how.html' title=''/><author><name>Patreesha</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://www.starkdavingmad.com/patreesha/cam/cam.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3228654.post-107577910396682893</id><published>2004-02-02T19:31:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-02-02T19:35:56.030-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Fuck Spring Semester.I fucking hate my Immigration professor.She's such a whore for an old lady.She uses the same four transparencies on the overhead projector every single day. None of them make sense. They're just a bunch of words with arrows connecting them. Every five minutes, she switches the transparencies to another one of the same four. I hate her.She uses words like Proposal, </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://testblogg.blogspot.com/feeds/107577910396682893/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3228654&amp;postID=107577910396682893&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3228654/posts/default/107577910396682893'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3228654/posts/default/107577910396682893'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://testblogg.blogspot.com/2004/02/fuck-spring-semester.html' title=''/><author><name>Patreesha</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://www.starkdavingmad.com/patreesha/cam/cam.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3228654.post-106792291183853861</id><published>2003-11-03T21:15:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-11-03T21:15:10.446-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Competence?I feel like I'm becoming so developed in college.Like I can analyze things better for some reason.I mean, college education so far doesn't seem too different from the four years I spent in high school. But something is different.I don't know what.Maybe it's the fact that I have a lot more free time to just piss around and think about things like people, family, Georgie, T., </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://testblogg.blogspot.com/feeds/106792291183853861/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3228654&amp;postID=106792291183853861&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3228654/posts/default/106792291183853861'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3228654/posts/default/106792291183853861'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://testblogg.blogspot.com/2003/11/competence-i-feel-like-im-becoming-so.html' title=''/><author><name>Patreesha</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://www.starkdavingmad.com/patreesha/cam/cam.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3228654.post-106606548360266857</id><published>2003-10-13T10:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-10-13T10:19:26.190-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Yay!In the beginning of the year, I was going crazy trying to drop my Urban Sociology class, because it seemed like a fuckload of hard work. But I stayed. And it's probably the one class I'm doing really well in!!!!Hurray!!!!!!When my roomie is out, I love to belt out some Weezer.. It's very cleansing.I'm sure this will inevitably lead to some kind of embarassing encounter in the </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://testblogg.blogspot.com/feeds/106606548360266857/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3228654&amp;postID=106606548360266857&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3228654/posts/default/106606548360266857'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3228654/posts/default/106606548360266857'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://testblogg.blogspot.com/2003/10/yay-in-beginning-of-year-i-was-going.html' title=''/><author><name>Patreesha</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://www.starkdavingmad.com/patreesha/cam/cam.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3228654.post-106412181768863124</id><published>2003-09-20T22:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-09-20T22:25:34.943-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Harsh, Cold, Complacency.Sweet Jesus, college gives a lot of fucking work.I guess I've been lucky enough to be in classes taught by retarded/demented/senile professors that go off topic a lot.But dear god, I've been writing essays, researching projects, reading texts like a fucking bookworm. It's crazy.I think recently I've realized how self-centered I am.It's really hard for me to see </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://testblogg.blogspot.com/feeds/106412181768863124/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3228654&amp;postID=106412181768863124&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3228654/posts/default/106412181768863124'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3228654/posts/default/106412181768863124'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://testblogg.blogspot.com/2003/09/harsh-cold-complacency.html' title=''/><author><name>Patreesha</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://www.starkdavingmad.com/patreesha/cam/cam.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3228654.post-106173101830346067</id><published>2003-08-24T06:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-08-24T06:16:58.336-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>HolySo holy shit, I am moving into my dorm today at NYU!My roommate is very much the opposite of what I was hoping for.She is beautiful, smart, etc. etc., when what I was aiming for was a fat, ugly, homely girl that would spend her afternoons on little arts and crafts or jigsaw puzzles.But oh well.I'm still packing.. It still doesn't feel like I'm really leaving my home. It's really </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://testblogg.blogspot.com/feeds/106173101830346067/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3228654&amp;postID=106173101830346067&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3228654/posts/default/106173101830346067'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3228654/posts/default/106173101830346067'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://testblogg.blogspot.com/2003/08/holy-so-holy-shit-i-am-moving-into-my.html' title=''/><author><name>Patreesha</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://www.starkdavingmad.com/patreesha/cam/cam.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3228654.post-105785956391974172</id><published>2003-07-10T10:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-07-10T10:52:43.813-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>FUCK YESI got my report card in the mail today.I got a B- on AP Calculus BC!!!FUCK YES!IN YOUR FUCKING FACE, MS. DEVER!!!!!Fuck yes.Also, I just got back from my 3 day orientation at NYU last night.It was awesome.I met a lot of really nice, fun people, oggled the hot gay guys, love Washington Square Park (and all of its resident bums), and just had a great time.I am having an </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://testblogg.blogspot.com/feeds/105785956391974172/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3228654&amp;postID=105785956391974172&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3228654/posts/default/105785956391974172'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3228654/posts/default/105785956391974172'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://testblogg.blogspot.com/2003/07/fuck-yes-i-got-my-report-card-in-mail.html' title=''/><author><name>Patreesha</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://www.starkdavingmad.com/patreesha/cam/cam.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3228654.post-94882153</id><published>2003-05-25T20:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-05-25T20:47:53.000-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Possible Regrets.Making a trip to Times Square this Saturday was probably a mistake.After being harrassed by a bum at the subway station, and being asked if I could spare a banana by another bum, I was pretty scared of New York City.I hate to think of myself as being some naive, sheltered suburbanite, but that's probably pretty much what it boils down to.I'm also pretty sure I'll get some</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://testblogg.blogspot.com/feeds/94882153/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3228654&amp;postID=94882153&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3228654/posts/default/94882153'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3228654/posts/default/94882153'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://testblogg.blogspot.com/2003/05/possible-regrets.html' title=''/><author><name>Patreesha</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://www.starkdavingmad.com/patreesha/cam/cam.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3228654.post-93554752</id><published>2003-04-30T14:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-04-30T14:23:16.963-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Surprise surprise.Wow.Well, I really have to give my dad some credit.After I bitched about him for so long, he's really been coming through as a pretty chill dude these past few days.Like yesterday, for example, I called home to ask him to pick me up from school because I felt rigor mortis and all kinds of deathly afflictions setting in, and I was just starting to say, "Hi, can you come </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://testblogg.blogspot.com/feeds/93554752/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3228654&amp;postID=93554752&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3228654/posts/default/93554752'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3228654/posts/default/93554752'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://testblogg.blogspot.com/2003/04/surprise-surprise.html' title=''/><author><name>Patreesha</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://www.starkdavingmad.com/patreesha/cam/cam.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3228654.post-92191750</id><published>2003-04-07T19:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-04-07T19:25:55.996-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Well, well, well.The initial disappointment of being rejected from practically every school I applied to has worn off. I guess I'm back on track, and actually, I'm relieved that I don't really have to keep up on Ivy League-level academics.The last thing I want to do after slacking off in high school and a large portion of middle school, is to be obligated to hit the books and study all the </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://testblogg.blogspot.com/feeds/92191750/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3228654&amp;postID=92191750&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3228654/posts/default/92191750'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3228654/posts/default/92191750'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://testblogg.blogspot.com/2003/04/well-well-well.html' title=''/><author><name>Patreesha</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://www.starkdavingmad.com/patreesha/cam/cam.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3228654.post-91875405</id><published>2003-04-02T15:43:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-04-02T15:43:17.483-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>WOO!YAY!!!! NO COLLEGE FOR ANYONE!!!!MCDONALDS EMPLOYMENT FOR ALL!!!!!!YOU WANT FRIES WITH THAT????GET YOUR MOTHERFORKING FRIES YOURSELF YOU FECKING MOTHERFORKER YOU FECK FECK AHH!HH!H!</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://testblogg.blogspot.com/feeds/91875405/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3228654&amp;postID=91875405&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3228654/posts/default/91875405'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3228654/posts/default/91875405'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://testblogg.blogspot.com/2003/04/woo-yay-no-college-for-anyone.html' title=''/><author><name>Patreesha</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://www.starkdavingmad.com/patreesha/cam/cam.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3228654.post-91874958</id><published>2003-04-02T15:34:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-04-02T15:34:33.326-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>YAY! MORE REJECTIONS!@!!!Let's add COLUMBIA TO THE LIST OF REJECTIONS!!HAHAHA!!!</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://testblogg.blogspot.com/feeds/91874958/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3228654&amp;postID=91874958&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3228654/posts/default/91874958'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3228654/posts/default/91874958'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://testblogg.blogspot.com/2003/04/yay-more-rejections-lets-add-columbia.html' title=''/><author><name>Patreesha</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://www.starkdavingmad.com/patreesha/cam/cam.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3228654.post-91874637</id><published>2003-04-02T15:28:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-04-02T15:28:17.606-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>YAY! REJECTIONS!! HAAA HAHAHAH HA HA HA :( Well, both T-bone and I got rejected from UPenn today.I got into Cornell.Woo.I got rejected from Harvard, which of course, was no surprise.Oh well.Okay.Time to wallow in despair. :(</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://testblogg.blogspot.com/feeds/91874637/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3228654&amp;postID=91874637&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3228654/posts/default/91874637'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3228654/posts/default/91874637'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://testblogg.blogspot.com/2003/04/yay-rejections-haaa-hahahah-ha-ha-ha.html' title=''/><author><name>Patreesha</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://www.starkdavingmad.com/patreesha/cam/cam.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3228654.post-91647171</id><published>2003-03-30T05:46:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-03-30T05:46:20.860-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>More news from NYUWell, I got the official acceptance letter from NYU yesterday, and they said they're giving me about $25,000 to go there!This is all well and good, but I think I still have my heart set on non-NYU schools.. Speaking of non-NYU schools, I still haven't heard a thing from any of them.. I guess it's not necessarily a bad thing, since the notification date is a few days away (</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://testblogg.blogspot.com/feeds/91647171/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3228654&amp;postID=91647171&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3228654/posts/default/91647171'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3228654/posts/default/91647171'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://testblogg.blogspot.com/2003/03/more-news-from-nyu-well-i-got-official.html' title=''/><author><name>Patreesha</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://www.starkdavingmad.com/patreesha/cam/cam.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3228654.post-91442596</id><published>2003-03-26T15:41:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-03-26T15:41:17.513-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>InfluxWell, I've heard from a few schools during the past few months..Rutgers, as previously stated, has given me a free ride for 4 years.. I got into NYU..Boston U gave me a 1/2 tuition scholarship, which is relatively nice, but in reality, cutting the cost of BU tuition in half is like just paying to go to a more reputable school.So it doesn't really mean much I suppose.The fact is, </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://testblogg.blogspot.com/feeds/91442596/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3228654&amp;postID=91442596&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3228654/posts/default/91442596'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3228654/posts/default/91442596'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://testblogg.blogspot.com/2003/03/influx-well-ive-heard-from-few-schools.html' title=''/><author><name>Patreesha</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://www.starkdavingmad.com/patreesha/cam/cam.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3228654.post-86971628</id><published>2003-01-05T12:13:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-01-05T12:13:27.203-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Oh shit!I guess Netfirms shut down my account.None of the college pictures are showing up anymore, and I just don't have enough drive to put them back up.:pOh well. You'll live.You're probably the only person that reads this anyway.Yea you. You heard me.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://testblogg.blogspot.com/feeds/86971628/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3228654&amp;postID=86971628&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3228654/posts/default/86971628'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3228654/posts/default/86971628'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://testblogg.blogspot.com/2003/01/oh-shit-i-guess-netfirms-shut-down-my.html' title=''/><author><name>Patreesha</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://www.starkdavingmad.com/patreesha/cam/cam.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3228654.post-86971548</id><published>2003-01-05T12:10:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-01-05T12:10:50.480-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Financial Aid.... HO!I pretty much finished most of my college stuff!I sent out all of the rest of my applications on December 30th, a few days before the deadline..I'm really glad my dad, no matter how annoying I might suggest that he is, has been busting his heine filling out all of these forms and everything. :*)Now, the only problem is getting into these colleges.If they do not </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://testblogg.blogspot.com/feeds/86971548/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3228654&amp;postID=86971548&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3228654/posts/default/86971548'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3228654/posts/default/86971548'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://testblogg.blogspot.com/2003/01/financial-aid.html' title=''/><author><name>Patreesha</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://www.starkdavingmad.com/patreesha/cam/cam.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3228654.post-86363295</id><published>2002-12-21T08:23:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2002-12-21T08:23:22.093-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Fucko Fucko FuckoWell, I found out yesterday that I was accepted to Rutgers University and that I can go for free..... But I don't want to go to Rutgers! Ugh.I guess it's good that I have a safety school though. :/I called the UPenn admissions office, equipped with advice from Josh, and I got a few things straightened out.I cheated on my last math test (which I had no chance of passing </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://testblogg.blogspot.com/feeds/86363295/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3228654&amp;postID=86363295&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3228654/posts/default/86363295'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3228654/posts/default/86363295'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://testblogg.blogspot.com/2002/12/fucko-fucko-fucko-well-i-found-out.html' title=''/><author><name>Patreesha</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://www.starkdavingmad.com/patreesha/cam/cam.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3228654.post-84628943</id><published>2002-11-16T10:46:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2002-11-16T10:46:02.810-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Well, hello again.Well, it's mid-November right now.. Over the course of the remainder of summer vacation, I ended up visiting Harvard, MIT, and BU. I still ultimately decided to apply early to UPenn, the place of my first college visit, my first choice. My dad insists that I made a monumental mistake (although he was the one who really pushed me into doing early decision in the first </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://testblogg.blogspot.com/feeds/84628943/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3228654&amp;postID=84628943&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3228654/posts/default/84628943'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3228654/posts/default/84628943'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://testblogg.blogspot.com/2002/11/well-hello-again.html' title=''/><author><name>Patreesha</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://www.starkdavingmad.com/patreesha/cam/cam.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3228654.post-78951898</id><published>2002-07-14T17:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-03-30T05:54:17.000-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Round 4: Brown and YaleOkay, first of all, I'm going to have to say that I know that I cannot get into these schools. I guess my parents just wanted to make me feel like shit, or wanted to visit for fun or something.But I pretty much felt like these two visits were a big waste of time. Nevertheless, here are the pictures.First, Brown:The thing that struck me at Brown (which is </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://testblogg.blogspot.com/feeds/78951898/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3228654&amp;postID=78951898&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3228654/posts/default/78951898'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3228654/posts/default/78951898'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://testblogg.blogspot.com/2002/07/round-4-brown-and-yale-okay-first-of.html' title=''/><author><name>Patreesha</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://www.starkdavingmad.com/patreesha/cam/cam.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3228654.post-78848724</id><published>2002-07-11T21:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-03-30T05:56:20.000-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Round 3: NYU and ColumbiaThe city smelled, and my mom yelled at me for giving a homeless dude some money. Pictures tomorrow.. so sleepy.. gotta rest for Round 4.Update:Here are the pictures! :DFirst, NYU:Columbia:My feelings on NYU are kind of mixed.. They have this awesome liberal arts college in which you can pick whatever classes you want to take, and can leave </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://testblogg.blogspot.com/feeds/78848724/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3228654&amp;postID=78848724&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3228654/posts/default/78848724'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3228654/posts/default/78848724'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://testblogg.blogspot.com/2002/07/round-3-nyu-and-columbia-city-smelled.html' title=''/><author><name>Patreesha</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://www.starkdavingmad.com/patreesha/cam/cam.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3228654.post-78810634</id><published>2002-07-11T00:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-03-30T05:58:11.000-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Round 2: CornellToday sucked. We had to wake up even earlier -- around 6:00am..My dad didn't lose his glasses again, so that was alright, I guess.We drove about 5 hours up to Ithaca, NY.. and damn! It's in the middle of nowhere!!!I had to get home by 6:30 to get to my Calculus class, but we ran out of gas, so my dad had to jump out of the car and chase after people, screaming, "WHERE CAN </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://testblogg.blogspot.com/feeds/78810634/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3228654&amp;postID=78810634&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3228654/posts/default/78810634'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3228654/posts/default/78810634'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://testblogg.blogspot.com/2002/07/round-2-cornell-today-sucked.html' title=''/><author><name>Patreesha</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://www.starkdavingmad.com/patreesha/cam/cam.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3228654.post-78807581</id><published>2002-07-10T22:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-03-30T06:00:00.000-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Round 1: UPennToday was quite possibly one of the scariest days of my life.My dad woke me up really early so we could visit some colleges.. but we ended up leaving really late, because he couldn't find his glasses. Inevitable.So, instead of letting my mom drive, which would have been the rational thing to do,  he decided to drive without his glasses.MY DAD IS BLIND. Well, not literally </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://testblogg.blogspot.com/feeds/78807581/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3228654&amp;postID=78807581&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3228654/posts/default/78807581'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3228654/posts/default/78807581'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://testblogg.blogspot.com/2002/07/round-1-upenn-today-was-quite-possibly.html' title=''/><author><name>Patreesha</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://www.starkdavingmad.com/patreesha/cam/cam.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
