<?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-4769092813607783297</id><updated>2012-02-15T23:32:43.621-08:00</updated><category term='blog'/><title type='text'>the art of napping</title><subtitle type='html'>ever wanted to just do whatever you wanted, whenever you wanted? Like spend the day at home watching movies instead of going to class. yeah, me too.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://artofnaps.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4769092813607783297/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://artofnaps.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>RemusRox</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02905381569139376107</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_hxIidH2B2kE/SHj6R8eYiUI/AAAAAAAAABk/KX370DACLx4/s1600-R/remusrox.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>87</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4769092813607783297.post-4571206731651810121</id><published>2010-02-07T21:37:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-07T22:13:12.666-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Business time</title><content type='html'>It's time to get serious. I'm going to be stuck in college for at least four more years, Masters and the rest included, so it's high time I got serious. I've been lazy. I've been reclusive. No more. I need to put my own personal issues aside and pay attention to the people in my life who need it. I'm not the most observant person, or caring, really, but I should reach out and be better about this stuff.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So now, no more sleeping in, instead I'm going to do more studying. More reading. For some reason I've stopped reading for pleasure. I've stopped listening to music. I've stopped watching movies or The Office.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I need to stop focusing on me, and get to others. I realize I've messed up in the past, so now, it's time to start over. Time to not settle. This is not the sound of settling. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4769092813607783297-4571206731651810121?l=artofnaps.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://artofnaps.blogspot.com/feeds/4571206731651810121/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4769092813607783297&amp;postID=4571206731651810121' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4769092813607783297/posts/default/4571206731651810121'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4769092813607783297/posts/default/4571206731651810121'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://artofnaps.blogspot.com/2010/02/business-time.html' title='Business time'/><author><name>RemusRox</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02905381569139376107</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_hxIidH2B2kE/SHj6R8eYiUI/AAAAAAAAABk/KX370DACLx4/s1600-R/remusrox.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4769092813607783297.post-5122274218637977265</id><published>2010-01-24T18:58:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-24T19:00:11.648-08:00</updated><title type='text'>But I can't.</title><content type='html'>I listen to this &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=4v8FJhQ-teE"&gt;song&lt;/a&gt; and I think of you. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I would wait forever for the chance to say I love you and mean it. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4769092813607783297-5122274218637977265?l=artofnaps.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://artofnaps.blogspot.com/feeds/5122274218637977265/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4769092813607783297&amp;postID=5122274218637977265' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4769092813607783297/posts/default/5122274218637977265'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4769092813607783297/posts/default/5122274218637977265'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://artofnaps.blogspot.com/2010/01/but-i-cant.html' title='But I can&apos;t.'/><author><name>RemusRox</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02905381569139376107</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_hxIidH2B2kE/SHj6R8eYiUI/AAAAAAAAABk/KX370DACLx4/s1600-R/remusrox.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4769092813607783297.post-1294059584578883406</id><published>2010-01-20T11:13:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-20T11:16:23.999-08:00</updated><title type='text'>My Year in Lists</title><content type='html'>I already know I'm going to get Netflix at some point this year, so I've been making a mental list of movies I want to watch.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But then I was perusing IMDB and suddenly my previously list went out the window.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I want to make my way through &lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/name/nm0000807/"&gt;this lis&lt;/a&gt;t of Jane Austen inspired movies now.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4769092813607783297-1294059584578883406?l=artofnaps.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://artofnaps.blogspot.com/feeds/1294059584578883406/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4769092813607783297&amp;postID=1294059584578883406' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4769092813607783297/posts/default/1294059584578883406'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4769092813607783297/posts/default/1294059584578883406'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://artofnaps.blogspot.com/2010/01/my-year-in-lists.html' title='My Year in Lists'/><author><name>RemusRox</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02905381569139376107</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_hxIidH2B2kE/SHj6R8eYiUI/AAAAAAAAABk/KX370DACLx4/s1600-R/remusrox.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4769092813607783297.post-6174486973926777390</id><published>2010-01-19T20:54:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-19T21:26:10.263-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Where I spent my money</title><content type='html'>While I was home for a few days I received money from my family. They told me to spend it on food, which was nice. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So I got home, to my college town, and spent a couple days mulling over where I would spend the money. I knew I could spend it on enough groceries for a couple months, if I spread it out, but I'm not really worried because I start work again soon.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Today I went out, and got groceries from Trader Joe's. Awesome, and enough to last me for a few weeks. Then I went to the mall. I had looked at some shoes online that I thought would be a cool addition to my winter wardrobe, but knew I didn't need. I mean, I have two pairs of rainboots already. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;While at the mall I did buy two outfits. They aren't for wearing out, they're for wearing indoors, with one other person present to enjoy it. I bought lingerie. One was only $4 on clearance, which was a steal, the other thing was pretty expensive, but completely worth it. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Why would I spend my extra money on something like that? Something that isn't going to really benefit me? Well, actually it will. It makes me feel pretty. I'm not saying I have to feel good about myself, but there are times when you need the little boost. I like going around some days, in plain ol' clothes, knowing that underneath all the layers I have on something black and lacy. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Since I started investing money in cute underwear every once in awhile I've felt a lot more confident about my body. I don't care anymore that my calves are too large for most boots. I don't care that my hips are always going to make jean shopping impossible, though I will roll my eyes a little. I don't care that my stomach is fatty. I don't care that I have stretch marks on my legs. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Because I feel beautiful, and happy with my body.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And the remainder of my money went to my textbook fund. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4769092813607783297-6174486973926777390?l=artofnaps.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://artofnaps.blogspot.com/feeds/6174486973926777390/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4769092813607783297&amp;postID=6174486973926777390' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4769092813607783297/posts/default/6174486973926777390'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4769092813607783297/posts/default/6174486973926777390'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://artofnaps.blogspot.com/2010/01/where-i-spent-me-money.html' title='Where I spent my money'/><author><name>RemusRox</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02905381569139376107</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_hxIidH2B2kE/SHj6R8eYiUI/AAAAAAAAABk/KX370DACLx4/s1600-R/remusrox.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4769092813607783297.post-8156408124325994868</id><published>2010-01-16T17:20:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-16T18:03:16.591-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Why Leap Year is a decent movie</title><content type='html'>I saw it, even though the trailers made me cringe with thoughts of cliches. Yeah, it is a typical romcom, but there are little things about it that made me really happy.&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;First of all, if you haven't seen it, you should, even if romcoms make you break out in hives. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The premise of the movie is that the main character Anna, played by Amy Adams, is a career girl in a big city, who suffers from slight insecurities about her relationship with her boyfriend. She has worries similar to most women, when will he propose? and why hasn't he yet? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;In order to remedy her engagement-less situation she decides to take charge of the situation and follow her man to Ireland in order to propose to him herself (huzzah feminism!). When things go wrong with her flight she does everything she can to get to Dublin, including taking a sketchy ship into  massive storm. She finds herself face to face with a cute Irish bar owner, how jealous was I?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Here is where I'll fast forward to my favorite twists in the typical plot. At one point it appears as if Anna has left Declan, the cute Irishman, and gotten on her bus. I expect Declan to chase after her and the plot to continue in that fashion, but instead she has stayed. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;They continue on their journey, and it's clear that Anna and Declan are attracted to each other, but when her boyfriend finally proposes to her, she accepts. Which I appreciated. Why would I appreciate that she accepted the guy that wasn't as charming, cute or predictable? Because, if any woman were put into this kind of a situation she would take the safe choice. Who would immediately pick the random stranger that's been charming for all of the three days you've known each other? Especially over the guy you've known for years and planned out a future with? Stability wins over charm. It just does. I watch romantic comedies and I always see the same false ideas thrown around. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Yeah, I envy the women who could make the choice to so easily go with something new and different. I long to be the person that could drive to Oregon on a whim. I dream of taking a weekend to just wander around Paris. I've even looked up the tickets many times. Sure, it would mean giving up a fair portion of my college fund, but it would be so worth it to have spontaneity in my life. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;In the end Anna does end up coming back to Declan. Which was also a cool move because in the process she realized her fiance was an ass. It was pretty annoying that when she went back she was wearing high heels, which she realized from her first trip weren't a good choice in footwear. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Though, her shoes were pretty cute.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4769092813607783297-8156408124325994868?l=artofnaps.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://artofnaps.blogspot.com/feeds/8156408124325994868/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4769092813607783297&amp;postID=8156408124325994868' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4769092813607783297/posts/default/8156408124325994868'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4769092813607783297/posts/default/8156408124325994868'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://artofnaps.blogspot.com/2010/01/why-leap-year-is-decent-movie.html' title='Why Leap Year is a decent movie'/><author><name>RemusRox</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02905381569139376107</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_hxIidH2B2kE/SHj6R8eYiUI/AAAAAAAAABk/KX370DACLx4/s1600-R/remusrox.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4769092813607783297.post-3532365973369514058</id><published>2009-10-29T20:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-30T00:18:01.019-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Open letter to you and Jane Austen</title><content type='html'>Dear Sir,&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I find myself at a loss for explanations. It seems that I have finally done what my favorite author so often did to her main characters, I have developed feelings without even knowing it. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;When did this happen? I can't say. I couldn't put my finger on it if my life depended on it, but perhaps it was when you made that comment about going with me on all of my adventures. Or maybe it was hidden in one of your smiles that always makes me forget all the things that are troubling me. Perhaps it goes all the way to the beginning, but who knows what those are nowadays anyway?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'll be honest. At first I just didn't care. I was numb. A lot was happening and you were there and I just really needed someone, it didn't matter who. And if I'm going to be honest I might as well say, that when I first met you I didn't consider anything ever happening between us because you were too good for the lowlife I had become.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But now I need you. Specifically you. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I want to call you at all hours and share something funny or touching or ridiculous with you. I want to knock on your door at 9 a.m. on Saturdays and drag you off for a picnic in the park, while watching the townspeople go by. I want to wander to the library with you, and spend hours just perusing the books of our youth, sharing with each other the books that shaped us. I want to sit in the river, arms wrapped around each-other, listening to the sound of something we can't stop and counting each-other's sighs. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But I can't tell you any of this. Why? Because like any human I'm scared. It's funny, because it was much easier to talk to another person about the fears I had than with you. I think it was because I knew that with that other person we'd never be close enough for it to matter what I had said. We'd go our separate ways, and not think of each-other in more than platonic terms. But with you it is different.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I want to spend a day just talking to you. Letting you know how much I do care, and yet how fearful I am to do so. I want you to know I could fall so hard and so fast I wouldn't even recognize myself when it was all over. I want to tell you about the past, and how fucked up some things have made me. Mostly how sometimes I just think I'm waiting for you to leave me, even though that's ridiculous, because that's what he did, but damn, what's stopping you from doing the same thing? And I'm scared. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I know you have your priorities, and I have mine, but sometimes things just happen, without meaning for them to. You inspired me to wake up from the coma I had wandered into. I want to make you proud and my family too. Myself last. Why? Because I'm not sure who I am anymore. I think I'm close to finding her again, but I think she needs to be loved by me for once before she'll agree to come out of hiding. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It's getting late.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And you'll never read this. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But perhaps you, like me, will stumble upon a link one night, and find that you've found the page belonging to someone you know, or thought you did. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I just hope by the time you see this it's not too late. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-that one girl&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;P.S. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I might just be another girl to you, or maybe not, but to me, you were way more than just a guy. You were a friend, a pillar, a support and a friendly face. You were a beacon that pulled me out of the hailstorm that had become my life. And for that I will never forget you. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4769092813607783297-3532365973369514058?l=artofnaps.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://artofnaps.blogspot.com/feeds/3532365973369514058/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4769092813607783297&amp;postID=3532365973369514058' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4769092813607783297/posts/default/3532365973369514058'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4769092813607783297/posts/default/3532365973369514058'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://artofnaps.blogspot.com/2009/10/open-letter-to-you-and-jane-austen.html' title='Open letter to you and Jane Austen'/><author><name>RemusRox</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02905381569139376107</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_hxIidH2B2kE/SHj6R8eYiUI/AAAAAAAAABk/KX370DACLx4/s1600-R/remusrox.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4769092813607783297.post-3264204383630438275</id><published>2009-09-17T21:31:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-17T21:37:13.532-07:00</updated><title type='text'>So here I am</title><content type='html'>Sitting in my living room, because it's too damn hot to sit upstairs in my own room, trying to do homework, but all the time just thinking about something else. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;A lot of things have been said this week. Mostly by me. What is to become of me? Do I really want to major in this? Or would I rather just go off and travel? But if I just gave it all up for travel then how would I support myself? Could I sell poems on the road to Paris? Could I work in a bakery to make my way to Belgium? Could I knit my way to a kilted man? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Perhaps I could do all that AND be happy doing it. I wish I knew. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4769092813607783297-3264204383630438275?l=artofnaps.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://artofnaps.blogspot.com/feeds/3264204383630438275/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4769092813607783297&amp;postID=3264204383630438275' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4769092813607783297/posts/default/3264204383630438275'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4769092813607783297/posts/default/3264204383630438275'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://artofnaps.blogspot.com/2009/09/so-here-i-am.html' title='So here I am'/><author><name>RemusRox</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02905381569139376107</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_hxIidH2B2kE/SHj6R8eYiUI/AAAAAAAAABk/KX370DACLx4/s1600-R/remusrox.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4769092813607783297.post-6391057910750850686</id><published>2009-08-19T20:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-19T20:47:23.935-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='blog'/><title type='text'>To continue or not?</title><content type='html'>I seem to have lost my napping mojo. For the last months it's been difficult to even go to sleep at night. But was that really the main reason I haven't been writing? No. I've been lazy. But I feel I should continue to come back here and post things every once in awhile. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This year I'm going to be doing a lot, not just for classes, but volunteer stuff and job stuff and even cooking stuff (I know, me cooking is scary). I might even go all organic (gasp) and try to buy exclusively from farmer's markets (double-triple gasp). &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So basically whoever reads this (*cough* tiffany *cough*) should be prepared for some really ridiculous blogs.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4769092813607783297-6391057910750850686?l=artofnaps.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://artofnaps.blogspot.com/feeds/6391057910750850686/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4769092813607783297&amp;postID=6391057910750850686' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4769092813607783297/posts/default/6391057910750850686'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4769092813607783297/posts/default/6391057910750850686'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://artofnaps.blogspot.com/2009/08/to-continue-or-not.html' title='To continue or not?'/><author><name>RemusRox</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02905381569139376107</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_hxIidH2B2kE/SHj6R8eYiUI/AAAAAAAAABk/KX370DACLx4/s1600-R/remusrox.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4769092813607783297.post-6061840114358598485</id><published>2009-03-07T19:58:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-03-07T20:07:22.631-08:00</updated><title type='text'>And more stuff that amuses me</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://fredflare.com/display_images/4794_D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 350px; height: 223px;" src="http://fredflare.com/display_images/4794_D.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;"Alli-grater" $15. The kitchen stuff from Fredflare.com has always been amusing to me, and this time they don't disappoint. Who wouldn't want their grater to look like an alligator?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://fredflare.com/display_images/4630_D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 350px; height: 256px;" src="http://fredflare.com/display_images/4630_D.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"Sushi Coin purse" $14 I know someone who is quirky enough to be able to not only pull this off, but be genuinely excited about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://fredflare.com/display_images/4793_D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 350px; height: 201px;" src="http://fredflare.com/display_images/4793_D.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"shark attack pizza cutter" $15. Ahahaa&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 205px; height: 191px;" src="http://fredflare.com/image.php?type=T&amp;amp;productid=4632&amp;amp;sz=&amp;amp;path=products_hover" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(85, 26, 139); text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;"Sizzling bacon wallet" For only $28 you too can own this monstrosity of a wallet. I must admit, the bacon stuff on Fredflare.com is really beginning to grow on me. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4769092813607783297-6061840114358598485?l=artofnaps.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://artofnaps.blogspot.com/feeds/6061840114358598485/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4769092813607783297&amp;postID=6061840114358598485' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4769092813607783297/posts/default/6061840114358598485'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4769092813607783297/posts/default/6061840114358598485'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://artofnaps.blogspot.com/2009/03/and-more-stuff-that-amuses-me.html' title='And more stuff that amuses me'/><author><name>RemusRox</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02905381569139376107</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_hxIidH2B2kE/SHj6R8eYiUI/AAAAAAAAABk/KX370DACLx4/s1600-R/remusrox.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4769092813607783297.post-2309280998861940619</id><published>2009-02-13T15:39:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-13T15:49:20.142-08:00</updated><title type='text'>And of course I'm not doing homework like I should be</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;All products found on Urbanoutfitters.com.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://images.urbanoutfitters.com/is/image/UrbanOutfitters/15353535_00_b?$detailmain$"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 255px; height: 390px;" src="http://images.urbanoutfitters.com/is/image/UrbanOutfitters/15353535_00_b?$detailmain$" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Umbrella Girl Shower Curtain $28. I like how simple, yet pretty, this is. I also think it's cute that it's a shower curtain and she's in the rain....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://images.urbanoutfitters.com/is/image/UrbanOutfitters/16215303_01_b?$detailmain$"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 255px; height: 390px;" src="http://images.urbanoutfitters.com/is/image/UrbanOutfitters/16215303_01_b?$detailmain$" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;Crosley Pay Phone $90. I think this can actually be used. Honestly I'd rather just have something like this as a prop, but since it's $90 I guess it should work as well. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://images.urbanoutfitters.com/is/image/UrbanOutfitters/16116071_00_g?$detailmain$"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 255px; height: 390px;" src="http://images.urbanoutfitters.com/is/image/UrbanOutfitters/16116071_00_g?$detailmain$" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Prank Notes $8. That's all it costs to freak someone out completely until they read the fine print. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 255px; height: 390px;" src="http://images.urbanoutfitters.com/is/image/UrbanOutfitters/15985146_50_b?$detailmain$" border="0" alt="" /&gt;Silence and Noise Buffalo Plaid Dress $58.  It also comes in a really pretty blue tone, but I love purple. I can't wait for summertime so I can start wearing all my dresses. This is a simple, yet cute dress. Plus I like the pockets. Perfect for picnic type days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 255px; height: 390px;" src="http://images.urbanoutfitters.com/is/image/UrbanOutfitters/16032187_00_b?$detailmain$" border="0" alt="" /&gt;Moustachio Plush $20. This mustache plushie has it's own mustache! How awesome. But I can understand how this could be creepy too. To me it's mostly amusing.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4769092813607783297-2309280998861940619?l=artofnaps.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://artofnaps.blogspot.com/feeds/2309280998861940619/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4769092813607783297&amp;postID=2309280998861940619' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4769092813607783297/posts/default/2309280998861940619'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4769092813607783297/posts/default/2309280998861940619'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://artofnaps.blogspot.com/2009/02/and-of-course-im-not-doing-homework.html' title='And of course I&apos;m not doing homework like I should be'/><author><name>RemusRox</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02905381569139376107</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_hxIidH2B2kE/SHj6R8eYiUI/AAAAAAAAABk/KX370DACLx4/s1600-R/remusrox.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4769092813607783297.post-5394423358659755973</id><published>2009-01-06T14:16:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-06T14:23:23.092-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Really?</title><content type='html'>Number of naps so far today: 0&lt;br /&gt;Lbs. lost: 5&lt;br /&gt;Books read over vacation: 9&lt;br /&gt;Books left to read: all of them&lt;br /&gt;Number of times seen Twilight: 4&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't believe I've lost 5 lbs. I guess that's what happens when you eat two really small meals a day, drink tons of green tea and spend all day packing. I should patent that diet. To celebrate I am eating handfuls of these cookies I got from Trader Joes. Mmm... wonderful.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4769092813607783297-5394423358659755973?l=artofnaps.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://artofnaps.blogspot.com/feeds/5394423358659755973/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4769092813607783297&amp;postID=5394423358659755973' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4769092813607783297/posts/default/5394423358659755973'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4769092813607783297/posts/default/5394423358659755973'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://artofnaps.blogspot.com/2009/01/really.html' title='Really?'/><author><name>RemusRox</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02905381569139376107</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_hxIidH2B2kE/SHj6R8eYiUI/AAAAAAAAABk/KX370DACLx4/s1600-R/remusrox.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4769092813607783297.post-4036591368765938544</id><published>2009-01-01T23:46:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-01T23:58:26.125-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Packing Sucks</title><content type='html'>I haven't moved in a long time, so the whole packing process isn't fresh in my mind, but today I finally broke down and started packing up my stuff. It sucks. I'm not just moving away, I'm moving out. That means all of my crap either goes with me, or into a storage unit. So as I pack I have to think. Do I think I'll need/want this in the next 2 years? If yes, then it goes into my Chico pile. If no, it goes into a box that probably won't see the light of day for atleast two years, or until I get a big enough place to really settle down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But the whole process is sad too. What do you take with you? What do you leave behind? Why is one picture more important than the rest? How can I even decide what books to take when I love them all for different reasons? Why does one book resonate more than the others? I've never put much thought into the whole 'if there was a fire what would you save' question, but today I couldn't stop thinking about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My room looks so empty now too. I usually have tons of stuff on the walls, but now that most of it is down it looks barren. When I'm finished packing it'll just be another empty room that someone else will move into. It doesn't matter that I've lived here for eight years, because I've left no major imprint. The people who move in after won't care that I lived here, that I spent many nights reading until the sun came up, that I spent my teenage years there. It'll just be a room. It kinda makes me think about human life. The world keeps going no matter what we do and all that stuff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I have no organized packing system either. Which I don't care about now, but I will be cursing myself in a couple of years when I try to find something. In your face future self.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4769092813607783297-4036591368765938544?l=artofnaps.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://artofnaps.blogspot.com/feeds/4036591368765938544/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4769092813607783297&amp;postID=4036591368765938544' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4769092813607783297/posts/default/4036591368765938544'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4769092813607783297/posts/default/4036591368765938544'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://artofnaps.blogspot.com/2009/01/packing-sucks.html' title='Packing Sucks'/><author><name>RemusRox</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02905381569139376107</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_hxIidH2B2kE/SHj6R8eYiUI/AAAAAAAAABk/KX370DACLx4/s1600-R/remusrox.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4769092813607783297.post-235704721747744900</id><published>2008-12-24T08:55:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-24T09:18:41.066-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Who would I be?</title><content type='html'>Number of naps so far today: 0&lt;br /&gt;Number of calories burned: gah&lt;br /&gt;Books read over vacation: 7&lt;br /&gt;Books left to read: all of them&lt;br /&gt;Number of times seen Twilight: 3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was thinking about Greek myths this morning. Don't know why, since it has nothing to do with Christmas really, but I was. Where do I belong in that? Am I more of an Aphrodite (ha) or a Hestia (more likely). I think that's the ultimate personality test. Which Greek god are you? It's the original archetype. I'd love to know the Hera's out there so I can avoid being turned into a cow. The Zeus' would just be whores. The Bacchus' of the world might be cool to hang out with. The Demeter's would have seasonal depression, among other emotional problems.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As romantic as I am I don't think I would be Aphrodite. The original one was all for the true love, but the second one was waaaaay more lusty. I'm way more romantic (example: I had to buy a new Pride and Prejudice DVD because I watched the other one some many times it stopped working). Maybe I'm just a Hestia. I am a homebody, so it wouldn't be that difficult for me to guard the hearth and home, but I'm no housewife either. I guess most people are a combination of different gods.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4769092813607783297-235704721747744900?l=artofnaps.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://artofnaps.blogspot.com/feeds/235704721747744900/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4769092813607783297&amp;postID=235704721747744900' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4769092813607783297/posts/default/235704721747744900'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4769092813607783297/posts/default/235704721747744900'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://artofnaps.blogspot.com/2008/12/who-would-i-be.html' title='Who would I be?'/><author><name>RemusRox</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02905381569139376107</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_hxIidH2B2kE/SHj6R8eYiUI/AAAAAAAAABk/KX370DACLx4/s1600-R/remusrox.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4769092813607783297.post-1541017334994088009</id><published>2008-12-18T00:01:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-18T00:11:23.971-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Why is weather so scary?</title><content type='html'>Number of naps so far today: 0&lt;br /&gt;Number of calories burned: none, none, NONE!&lt;br /&gt;Books read over vacation: 6&lt;br /&gt;Books left to read: all of them&lt;br /&gt;Number of times seen Twilight: 3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I was watching my local news today and the top story was the weather. Dear sweet mother of Yoda... IT WAS RAINING! Let's drop everything and get into a storm shelter because who knows the horrific damage RAIN can do!!!! Not even a thunderstorm, just RAIN!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is it just me? Am I the only one who isn't freaked out by simple weather occurrences? Even my grandmother won't go out to do errands when it's raining. It's not like there's a plague of locusts outside, the water won't burn our skin and the lack of sunlight isn't going to do any damage either. If the streets were flooding I would understand getting freaked out, but to spend most of the newscast updating viewers on the amount of rain... really? And I don't need to be reminded millions of times that once the temperature reaches a certain point the water will freeze and turn to snow. If there is an actual chance we will get snow in the valley, say it, don't allude to it if we aren't. Come on, we haven't had snow here in a long time, don't get people's hopes up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And yes, when it rains I pretend i am in Washington waiting for Edward Cullen to find me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4769092813607783297-1541017334994088009?l=artofnaps.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://artofnaps.blogspot.com/feeds/1541017334994088009/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4769092813607783297&amp;postID=1541017334994088009' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4769092813607783297/posts/default/1541017334994088009'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4769092813607783297/posts/default/1541017334994088009'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://artofnaps.blogspot.com/2008/12/why-is-weather-so-scary.html' title='Why is weather so scary?'/><author><name>RemusRox</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02905381569139376107</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_hxIidH2B2kE/SHj6R8eYiUI/AAAAAAAAABk/KX370DACLx4/s1600-R/remusrox.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4769092813607783297.post-1784925945862381935</id><published>2008-12-17T03:53:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-17T03:56:36.136-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Wimbledon</title><content type='html'>Number of naps so far today: one&lt;br /&gt;Number of calories burned: negative a lot&lt;br /&gt;Amount of money school owes me: atleast $30&lt;br /&gt;Amount of money school will admit they owe me: $0&lt;br /&gt;Number of times seen Twilight: 3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love tennis. My favorite grand slam is Wimbledon. My favorite tennis movie also happens to have that same name. And now it is available to be viewed on Hulu.com. No joke. I will be spending most of my vacation watching that movie over and over and gazing in wonderment at Paul Bettany's ass, which appears in pretty much every movie I have seen him in. You go Paul Bettany!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4769092813607783297-1784925945862381935?l=artofnaps.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://artofnaps.blogspot.com/feeds/1784925945862381935/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4769092813607783297&amp;postID=1784925945862381935' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4769092813607783297/posts/default/1784925945862381935'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4769092813607783297/posts/default/1784925945862381935'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://artofnaps.blogspot.com/2008/12/wimbledon.html' title='Wimbledon'/><author><name>RemusRox</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02905381569139376107</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_hxIidH2B2kE/SHj6R8eYiUI/AAAAAAAAABk/KX370DACLx4/s1600-R/remusrox.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4769092813607783297.post-3077623940435222996</id><published>2008-12-12T00:57:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-12T01:18:35.417-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Winter Break Goals</title><content type='html'>Number of naps so far today: none, sadly&lt;br /&gt;Number of calories burned: none, happily&lt;br /&gt;Motivation to check grades and send transcripts: 0&lt;br /&gt;Number of times seen Twilight: 3&lt;br /&gt;Number of shirts finished today: 2&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I need to start my list of things to do over winter break.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Read as many books as I can.&lt;br /&gt;2. Get rid of 15 lbs.&lt;br /&gt;3. Catch up on movies that I haven't had time to see.&lt;br /&gt;4. Watch Twilight many more times.&lt;br /&gt;5. Watch TV series I didn't have time to watch.&lt;br /&gt;6. Make tons of Christmas presents for everyone before I move!&lt;br /&gt;7. Get together with everyone before I move!!&lt;br /&gt;8. Pack things.&lt;br /&gt;9. Sell a bunch of stuff I don't need anymore.&lt;br /&gt;10. Catch up on naps.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's the basic list. Now on to some details.&lt;br /&gt;DVDs I will rent:&lt;br /&gt;-The Tudors season 2&lt;br /&gt;-Arrested Development- all the seasons&lt;br /&gt;-Sex in the City- all seasons (believe it or not i have yet to see every episode in order)&lt;br /&gt;-John Adams miniseries&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Books I will read:&lt;br /&gt;-Sookie Stackhouse Series&lt;br /&gt;-Twilight series&lt;br /&gt;-Harry Potter series&lt;br /&gt;-Divine Comedy&lt;br /&gt;-Works of Jane Austen&lt;br /&gt;-Seven Years in Tibet&lt;br /&gt;-Works of Jack Kerouac&lt;br /&gt;-Stuff by Gregory Maguire&lt;br /&gt;-Stuff by Anthony Bourdain&lt;br /&gt;-Mrs. Dalloway&lt;br /&gt;-Rozencrantz and Guildenstern are Dead&lt;br /&gt;-Harry A History&lt;br /&gt;-Zen and the Art of Motorcycle Maintenance&lt;br /&gt;-Atlas Shrugged&lt;br /&gt;-Catch 22&lt;br /&gt;-Austenland&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4769092813607783297-3077623940435222996?l=artofnaps.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://artofnaps.blogspot.com/feeds/3077623940435222996/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4769092813607783297&amp;postID=3077623940435222996' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4769092813607783297/posts/default/3077623940435222996'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4769092813607783297/posts/default/3077623940435222996'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://artofnaps.blogspot.com/2008/12/winter-break-goals.html' title='Winter Break Goals'/><author><name>RemusRox</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02905381569139376107</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_hxIidH2B2kE/SHj6R8eYiUI/AAAAAAAAABk/KX370DACLx4/s1600-R/remusrox.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4769092813607783297.post-5653369219057068672</id><published>2008-12-11T02:17:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T02:37:39.789-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Cute Stuff From Fred Flare .com</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.fredflare.com/display_images/1323_D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 313px; height: 350px;" src="http://www.fredflare.com/display_images/1323_D.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;$7 "&lt;span class="blueProductTitle"&gt;bookworm bookmarks&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="space"&gt;" I would use these and give them to all my friends. Clever, cute and simple&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.fredflare.com/display_images/1573_D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 350px; height: 220px;" src="http://www.fredflare.com/display_images/1573_D.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;$10 "&lt;span class="blueProductTitle"&gt;punctuation pagemarks&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="space"&gt;" &lt;/span&gt;I would use these! I know I could just write these out on plain pagemarkers but this is so much cuter and cuts out the time spent writing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.fredflare.com/display_images/3644_D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 350px;" src="http://www.fredflare.com/display_images/3644_D.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;$15 "Five year diary" I like this mainly for the design. It's cute and simple, but probably not worth the money since I would never remember to write in it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.fredflare.com/display_images/3761_D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 235px; height: 350px;" src="http://www.fredflare.com/display_images/3761_D.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;$10 "&lt;span class="blueProductTitle"&gt;frozen smiles ice cube tray&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="space"&gt;"&lt;/span&gt; How awesome would this be to give to an older person in the family? Or to just plunk down one of these ice cubes in someone drink when they aren't looking?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.fredflare.com/display_images/4478_D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 350px; height: 332px;" src="http://www.fredflare.com/display_images/4478_D.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;$24 "mini boombox iPod speaker pouch" I shouldn't have to justify why I think this is awesome.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.fredflare.com/display_images/4273_D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 350px; height: 207px;" src="http://www.fredflare.com/display_images/4273_D.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;$10 "Purple Lace Flats" Sadly they sold out of these before I even knew of their existence, but that doesn't take away from their cuteness. Purple+flats+lace=perfection for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.fredflare.com/display_images/3918_D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 259px; height: 350px;" src="http://www.fredflare.com/display_images/3918_D.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;$35 "Meg Ruffle Bib Top" I love plaid. I need some decent clothes for interviews and such. I think this would be an awesome addition to my wardrobe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.fredflare.com/display_images/3753_D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 350px; height: 292px;" src="http://www.fredflare.com/display_images/3753_D.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;$15 "Buttered toast wallet" I don't need this, but I'm sure someone I know would. Don't get the toast thing, but it's cute and looks real.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.fredflare.com/display_images/4271_D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 350px; height: 348px;" src="http://www.fredflare.com/display_images/4271_D.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;$29 "Obsessed with Star Wars" Why yes, I am. I used to be really into Star Wars. I still have tons of Star Wars stuff. If I have a roommate I feel sorry for her, she'll have to put up with a lot of weird stuff. I wouldn't mind testing my Star Wars knowledge.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.fredflare.com/display_images/4455_D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 193px; height: 350px;" src="http://www.fredflare.com/display_images/4455_D.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;$64 "Lady Lumberjack ruffle dress" I love plaid, as has been established, but I haven't really seen a lot of plaid dresses out there. So I was instantly drawn to this. I'm not a ruffle fan, but for this dress I would be ok with it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.fredflare.com/display_images/4290_D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 350px; height: 312px;" src="http://www.fredflare.com/display_images/4290_D.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;$28 "Peace of cake mold" I would buy this for myself. I love peace symbols and this would be so awesome. It would make me enjoy baking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.fredflare.com/images/products_zoom/2331_7106.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 350px; height: 303px;" src="http://www.fredflare.com/images/products_zoom/2331_7106.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;$9 "wacky bandages" I saw that they have bandages in the shape of meat and lips, but why toast? Nothing against toast, it just doesn't make any sense to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.fredflare.com/display_images/1050_D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 339px; height: 350px;" src="http://www.fredflare.com/display_images/1050_D.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;$7 "love tape" Mostly this reminds me of the Flight of the Conchords songs "Sellotape of Love." It's probably one of my favorite songs that they do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.fredflare.com/display_images/4281_D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 277px; height: 350px;" src="http://www.fredflare.com/display_images/4281_D.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;$10 &lt;span class="blueProductTitle"&gt;"gin &amp;amp; titonic ice cube tray" How cute is this? You get a tray that makes ice cubes in the shape of icebergs and the Titanic. I would be amused for a long time with this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4769092813607783297-5653369219057068672?l=artofnaps.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://artofnaps.blogspot.com/feeds/5653369219057068672/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4769092813607783297&amp;postID=5653369219057068672' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4769092813607783297/posts/default/5653369219057068672'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4769092813607783297/posts/default/5653369219057068672'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://artofnaps.blogspot.com/2008/12/cute-stuff-from-fred-flare-com.html' title='Cute Stuff From Fred Flare .com'/><author><name>RemusRox</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02905381569139376107</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_hxIidH2B2kE/SHj6R8eYiUI/AAAAAAAAABk/KX370DACLx4/s1600-R/remusrox.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4769092813607783297.post-5654550002874916238</id><published>2008-12-11T01:46:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T02:17:04.941-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Finished!</title><content type='html'>Number of naps so far today: 1 (super nice one too)&lt;br /&gt;Number of calories burned: 130&lt;br /&gt;Motivation level to finish out the semester: It's over!!&lt;br /&gt;Number of times seen Twilight: 3&lt;br /&gt;Number of books finished today: 0&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah. I finished school today. I thought it would be a super awesome day of celebrations and relief. I was relieved, but it was a weirdly sad day. My first final today was speech and we had to give a final speech on whatever, we weren't graded on content, just being there and saying something counted, but a lot of people had really sad speeches. I talked about things I would miss about the town, and how I would miss the people I had met. The people in some of my classes feel like family to me, so it kind of feel like I'm leaving my family.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After my finals I went to my optometrist for the last time. I've been going there since I was in the second grade so I know most of the people that work there, and I've known them for a long time. It was sad to say goodbye. Now I have to find all new doctors and hang out places. At least the place I'm moving has a Barnes and Noble and a public library.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel like I should be worrying a lot more about moving and starting a legit college, but right now I feel more lost than anything. Not lost, I guess, more like I think I should be doing something. I feel like I should be doing homework, or rather putting it off. Or working on story assignments. I guess the end of the semester just came so quickly that I wasn't prepared to be at my typical vacation laziness level.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have big plans for this vacation. Mostly reading book I haven't had a chance to all semester. Twilight again. I haven't read Harry Potter for more than a year (no lie) and I read it every year, so I'll do that. I have to read Northanger Abbey and Persuasion because those are the only books by Jane Austen that I haven't read. I need to catch up on movies too. I want to watch Twilight a few more times before it leaves the theater. I have to make Christmas/b-day/care package presents. Gah. So much to do, but right now I'm just going to read and listen to more music on Ruckus.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4769092813607783297-5654550002874916238?l=artofnaps.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://artofnaps.blogspot.com/feeds/5654550002874916238/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4769092813607783297&amp;postID=5654550002874916238' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4769092813607783297/posts/default/5654550002874916238'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4769092813607783297/posts/default/5654550002874916238'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://artofnaps.blogspot.com/2008/12/finished.html' title='Finished!'/><author><name>RemusRox</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02905381569139376107</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_hxIidH2B2kE/SHj6R8eYiUI/AAAAAAAAABk/KX370DACLx4/s1600-R/remusrox.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4769092813607783297.post-8623351959375361368</id><published>2008-12-04T22:36:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-04T22:44:44.817-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Vampires</title><content type='html'>Number of naps so far today: 1 (it was very, very nice)&lt;br /&gt;Number of calories burned: 130&lt;br /&gt;Motivation level to finish out the semester: Don't think it matters at this point&lt;br /&gt;Number of times seen Twilight: 2&lt;br /&gt;Number of books finished today: 1&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I was mulling over the idea of being a vampire, since that's what I'm currently into. As cool as it would be, because it is very cool, I can't help but be hesitant. I realize that there's no way I could become one, but if the possibility existed I would have some issues.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First of all... I like to nap. If I were to become a vampire I would have to give up naps. Admittedly I wouldn't ever be sleepy, but I like taking a nap. There are nappy days. Like foggy days, and slightly muggy days. Those days are my stay-home-and-sleep-and-read-and-sleep-some-more days. I like just being able to lay down and slowly drift to sleep. Plus, even though my dreams are slightly weird, and sometimes really weird, I would miss trying to make some sense of them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another problem would be that I like to eat. As a vampire I would only be able to subsist on blood, and yes, I guess I could still eat my favorite foods, but they wouldn't taste as good, so why bother. I wouldn't be able to enjoy hot chocolate or chocolate croissants. Just the thought of never having those things again makes me sad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My last big issue with being a vampire would be the whole blood thing. I'm a vegetarian, and I have been for awhile, so the thought of blood (or anything) from a living thing really bothers me. I know in Twilight there are vampires who just drink animal blood, but I don't know if I could do it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of course, all these issues would be meaningless once I really thought about all the time I would then have to read everything. Ahhh.....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4769092813607783297-8623351959375361368?l=artofnaps.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://artofnaps.blogspot.com/feeds/8623351959375361368/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4769092813607783297&amp;postID=8623351959375361368' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4769092813607783297/posts/default/8623351959375361368'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4769092813607783297/posts/default/8623351959375361368'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://artofnaps.blogspot.com/2008/12/vampires.html' title='Vampires'/><author><name>RemusRox</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02905381569139376107</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_hxIidH2B2kE/SHj6R8eYiUI/AAAAAAAAABk/KX370DACLx4/s1600-R/remusrox.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4769092813607783297.post-8256895161551503186</id><published>2008-11-30T23:19:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-30T23:21:26.109-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Nanowrimo</title><content type='html'>Oh crap. I have failed at finishing my novel yet again.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4769092813607783297-8256895161551503186?l=artofnaps.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://artofnaps.blogspot.com/feeds/8256895161551503186/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4769092813607783297&amp;postID=8256895161551503186' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4769092813607783297/posts/default/8256895161551503186'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4769092813607783297/posts/default/8256895161551503186'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://artofnaps.blogspot.com/2008/11/nanowrimo.html' title='Nanowrimo'/><author><name>RemusRox</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02905381569139376107</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_hxIidH2B2kE/SHj6R8eYiUI/AAAAAAAAABk/KX370DACLx4/s1600-R/remusrox.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4769092813607783297.post-9028948186666760072</id><published>2008-11-30T12:20:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-30T12:36:14.188-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Dreams are weird and slightly scary</title><content type='html'>Number of naps so far today: 0&lt;br /&gt;Number of calories burned: -350&lt;br /&gt;Motivation level to finish out the semester: 8&lt;br /&gt;Number of times seen Twilight: 2&lt;br /&gt;Number of hours spent on massive amounts of homework: 0&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I watched all 12 episodes of True Blood Thanksgiving night and I'm totally in love. I suggest it to anyone who enjoys Twilight. In fact, the stories are eerily similar. But I figured out that the books True Blood is based off of were published years before Twilight was, so if anything is copying it's Twilight. I'll ponder this more later....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today my thoughts are tainted with last nights dream. I had breakfast with my dad yesterday and every time we get together he updates me on the family. I have tons of aunts and uncles, and therefore tons of cousins, so there's always something going on. Mostly there's always news about someone getting pregnant. So yesterday was full of news about cousins cheating on their wives, getting someone else knocked up, having to move back with their parents. Ugh. So last night I guess I hadn't pushed those stories far enough out of my mind so there they were, in my dreams. Only it wasn't my cousins, it was people I know. Friends of mine were having kids together. Friends who'd never met before. It was freaky. I woke up freaked out. I'm still freaked out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess it's one of those scenarios you can't really fully communicate to another person. And yeah, I know it was a dream, but when it's so real like that it's hard to get over it. Especially since part of it was based on reality. Why can't I dream about things I want to dream about? I remember watching Pride and Prejudice everyday after school for about a year and taking a nap toward the middle of it. I would usually wake up at the end when everything is all cute and happy, but never did I dream of Mr. Darcy. Why not? That was my purpose! That was why I let the movie play while I was napping! To see him in my dreams! I didn't even get so much as a peek at Mr. Bingley or Mr. Collins!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've read Twilight and Harry Potter many times before I would go to sleep and I wouldn't dream about that. Why? Even after I'd spent all day reading them I still couldn't get my mind to focus on them when I slept! How awesome would it be to dream about being in Harry Potter or Twilight? Seriously! And last night I had been watching a two hour special on the history of vampires AND I'd been reading the book True Blood is based off of. I hadn't been doing any homework and I'd pushed my conversation with my dad far out of my mind! So what gives? What do I have to do to dream about dreamy southern vampires or just Mr. Darcy?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm sure there's a book out there that could help me, but I'm far too lazy to find it. Instead I will go and pretend to study. And push my weird dream far from my mind.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4769092813607783297-9028948186666760072?l=artofnaps.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://artofnaps.blogspot.com/feeds/9028948186666760072/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4769092813607783297&amp;postID=9028948186666760072' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4769092813607783297/posts/default/9028948186666760072'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4769092813607783297/posts/default/9028948186666760072'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://artofnaps.blogspot.com/2008/11/dreams-are-weird-and-slightly-scary.html' title='Dreams are weird and slightly scary'/><author><name>RemusRox</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02905381569139376107</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_hxIidH2B2kE/SHj6R8eYiUI/AAAAAAAAABk/KX370DACLx4/s1600-R/remusrox.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4769092813607783297.post-6434188585179542673</id><published>2008-11-25T23:22:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-04T22:48:27.603-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Online shopping goodness</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://images.urbanoutfitters.com/is/image/UrbanOutfitters/15524564_41_b?$detailmain$"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 255px; height: 390px;" src="http://images.urbanoutfitters.com/is/image/UrbanOutfitters/15524564_41_b?$detailmain$" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Urbanoutfitters.com Pins &amp;amp; Needles Equestrian Jacket $128&lt;br /&gt;I love plaid and I love heavy jackets. Since I'm moving to a place that is kinda colder I think I could justify asking for this jacket. I mean, how often can you find one that is wool, plaid and fully lined?&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://images.urbanoutfitters.com/is/image/UrbanOutfitters/15520877_40_b?$detailmain$"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 255px; height: 390px;" src="http://images.urbanoutfitters.com/is/image/UrbanOutfitters/15520877_40_b?$detailmain$" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Urbanoutfitters.com Pins and Needles Victorian Skirt $78&lt;br /&gt;I love the layered lace. Navy isn't one of my favorite colors (I blame it on the fact that I had to wear navy, white and gold for years because of silly uniform rules in elementary and junior high) but this is actually cute. I remember when it was totally taboo to wear black and navy, oh how times have changed.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4769092813607783297-6434188585179542673?l=artofnaps.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://artofnaps.blogspot.com/feeds/6434188585179542673/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4769092813607783297&amp;postID=6434188585179542673' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4769092813607783297/posts/default/6434188585179542673'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4769092813607783297/posts/default/6434188585179542673'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://artofnaps.blogspot.com/2008/11/online-shopping-goodness.html' title='Online shopping goodness'/><author><name>RemusRox</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02905381569139376107</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_hxIidH2B2kE/SHj6R8eYiUI/AAAAAAAAABk/KX370DACLx4/s1600-R/remusrox.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4769092813607783297.post-5096089632598743201</id><published>2008-11-25T23:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-25T23:12:57.501-08:00</updated><title type='text'>TWILIGHT TWILIGHT TWILIGHT</title><content type='html'>Number of naps so far today: 1&lt;br /&gt;Number of calories burned: 150&lt;br /&gt;Motivation level to finish out the semester: 8&lt;br /&gt;Number of times seen Twilight: 2&lt;br /&gt;Number of times expect to see Twilight in next 5 days: 5-6 times&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Twilight was amazing. For me to say that is pretty amazing because I am super protective of books I read that are made in to movies. This time I really didn't have complaints. I saw the movie and walked away raving about it. There were a few things added to the movie, like a friend of Charlie's not in the book, but that was ok, it really added to the movie in the end. I am a little bummed that Jasper's power was never explained, but I guess the explanation that he was new to their diet helped people who hadn't read the books understand.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The special effects were ... ok. My friend and I both thought they were worthy of a BBC special, but in the end I feel like really detailed effects would have distracted from the overall feel of the movie. The clothing and sets were pretty simple too, but I think that works so well with the fact that they were filming in a beautiful part of the country. I think detailed costumes and sets would have been distracting from the setting, and the setting is pretty important. I liked that it was pretty obvious when it was a sunny day, and how odd it was that is was sunny.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The casting was done so well. I had my doubts about some of the actors, but, like I said before, I walked away raving about the movie. I was already ok with Bella and Edward, but when I finally saw them on screen I loved that they were cast for those parts. Bella came off a lot stronger than in the books in my opinion. I love that they included her clumsiness. Edward was breathtaking. There are so many (romantic) moments when his expressions say so much. Carlisle's entrance was amazing! Jasper and Alice didn't get nearly enough lines, but their presence was good. Rosalie was a total bitch, which means she did her job well. Emmett was the bro I knew he was. Charlie was lovable. Really. I don't like him much in the books, but they added so much to him in the movie I couldn't help but love him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Overall, great movie, which I plan on going to see many more times.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4769092813607783297-5096089632598743201?l=artofnaps.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://artofnaps.blogspot.com/feeds/5096089632598743201/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4769092813607783297&amp;postID=5096089632598743201' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4769092813607783297/posts/default/5096089632598743201'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4769092813607783297/posts/default/5096089632598743201'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://artofnaps.blogspot.com/2008/11/twilight-twilight-twilight.html' title='TWILIGHT TWILIGHT TWILIGHT'/><author><name>RemusRox</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02905381569139376107</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_hxIidH2B2kE/SHj6R8eYiUI/AAAAAAAAABk/KX370DACLx4/s1600-R/remusrox.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4769092813607783297.post-4311010479433011578</id><published>2008-11-16T22:41:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-16T23:06:55.431-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Must get sleep!</title><content type='html'>Number of naps so far today: 1&lt;br /&gt;Number of calories burned: 0&lt;br /&gt;Motivation level to finish out the semester: 10&lt;br /&gt;Sighs: not as many as I want&lt;br /&gt;Hours of sleep in last 3 days: 6&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I still have so much work to do, and so much sleep to catch up on, but I can't even deal with it. Those studies that have been done about schoolwork being neglected once people get distracted by crushes are totally true. Ahhhh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just a few weeks left of class, and then a few more weeks until I move! It seems like I have so many things to do, and I can't think of a time to get them done.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4769092813607783297-4311010479433011578?l=artofnaps.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://artofnaps.blogspot.com/feeds/4311010479433011578/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4769092813607783297&amp;postID=4311010479433011578' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4769092813607783297/posts/default/4311010479433011578'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4769092813607783297/posts/default/4311010479433011578'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://artofnaps.blogspot.com/2008/11/must-get-sleep.html' title='Must get sleep!'/><author><name>RemusRox</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02905381569139376107</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_hxIidH2B2kE/SHj6R8eYiUI/AAAAAAAAABk/KX370DACLx4/s1600-R/remusrox.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4769092813607783297.post-1803218691773192836</id><published>2008-11-16T12:50:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-16T12:51:42.165-08:00</updated><title type='text'>need sleep</title><content type='html'>Number of naps so far today: 1&lt;br /&gt;Number of calories burned: 0&lt;br /&gt;Motivation level to finish out the semester: 6&lt;br /&gt;Sighs: too many, far, far too many&lt;br /&gt;Hours of sleep in last 3 days: 6&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm so tired right now, but I'm at that stage where you're too tired to go to sleep. I have a speech tomorrow. And then a major quiz. Oh... and I'll be at school all night. Fuck.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4769092813607783297-1803218691773192836?l=artofnaps.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://artofnaps.blogspot.com/feeds/1803218691773192836/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4769092813607783297&amp;postID=1803218691773192836' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4769092813607783297/posts/default/1803218691773192836'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4769092813607783297/posts/default/1803218691773192836'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://artofnaps.blogspot.com/2008/11/need-sleep.html' title='need sleep'/><author><name>RemusRox</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02905381569139376107</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_hxIidH2B2kE/SHj6R8eYiUI/AAAAAAAAABk/KX370DACLx4/s1600-R/remusrox.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4769092813607783297.post-2824017529205952462</id><published>2008-11-13T21:09:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-13T22:00:04.079-08:00</updated><title type='text'>whoops</title><content type='html'>Number of naps so far today: 0&lt;br /&gt;Number of calories burned: 250&lt;br /&gt;Motivation level to finish out the semester: 6&lt;br /&gt;Sighs: none!!!&lt;br /&gt;Hours of work ahead: many!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I didn't tip the waiter tonight, but it's ok because the service was horrible. Take that snobby waiter!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4769092813607783297-2824017529205952462?l=artofnaps.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://artofnaps.blogspot.com/feeds/2824017529205952462/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4769092813607783297&amp;postID=2824017529205952462' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4769092813607783297/posts/default/2824017529205952462'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4769092813607783297/posts/default/2824017529205952462'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://artofnaps.blogspot.com/2008/11/whoops.html' title='whoops'/><author><name>RemusRox</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02905381569139376107</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_hxIidH2B2kE/SHj6R8eYiUI/AAAAAAAAABk/KX370DACLx4/s1600-R/remusrox.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4769092813607783297.post-9219685451306869157</id><published>2008-11-12T22:09:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-12T22:18:36.103-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Urban Outfitters just knows what I like</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://images.urbanoutfitters.com/is/image/UrbanOutfitters/12633103_45_b?$detailmain$"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 255px; height: 390px;" src="http://images.urbanoutfitters.com/is/image/UrbanOutfitters/12633103_45_b?$detailmain$" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Linus Blanket, 36.00&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://images.urbanoutfitters.com/is/image/UrbanOutfitters/15500002_00_b?$detailmain$"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 255px; height: 390px;" src="http://images.urbanoutfitters.com/is/image/UrbanOutfitters/15500002_00_b?$detailmain$" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;"You are here", 25.95&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://images.urbanoutfitters.com/is/image/UrbanOutfitters/15543358_00_b?$detailmain$"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 255px; height: 390px;" src="http://images.urbanoutfitters.com/is/image/UrbanOutfitters/15543358_00_b?$detailmain$" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Taj Mahal throw, 32.00&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://images.urbanoutfitters.com/is/image/UrbanOutfitters/15631294_00_b?$detailmain$"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 255px; height: 390px;" src="http://images.urbanoutfitters.com/is/image/UrbanOutfitters/15631294_00_b?$detailmain$" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;''Stencil 101", 19.95&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://images.urbanoutfitters.com/is/image/UrbanOutfitters/15538531_10_b?$detailmain$"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 255px; height: 390px;" src="http://images.urbanoutfitters.com/is/image/UrbanOutfitters/15538531_10_b?$detailmain$" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;San Fran pillows, $28&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://images.urbanoutfitters.com/is/image/UrbanOutfitters/15336027_40_b?$detailmain$"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 255px; height: 390px;" src="http://images.urbanoutfitters.com/is/image/UrbanOutfitters/15336027_40_b?$detailmain$" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Tapestry$36&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://images.urbanoutfitters.com/is/image/UrbanOutfitters/15496755_00_b?$detailmain$"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 255px; height: 390px;" src="http://images.urbanoutfitters.com/is/image/UrbanOutfitters/15496755_00_b?$detailmain$" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mini Stonehenge, 12.95&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4769092813607783297-9219685451306869157?l=artofnaps.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://artofnaps.blogspot.com/feeds/9219685451306869157/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4769092813607783297&amp;postID=9219685451306869157' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4769092813607783297/posts/default/9219685451306869157'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4769092813607783297/posts/default/9219685451306869157'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://artofnaps.blogspot.com/2008/11/urban-outfitters-just-knows-what-i-like.html' title='Urban Outfitters just knows what I like'/><author><name>RemusRox</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02905381569139376107</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_hxIidH2B2kE/SHj6R8eYiUI/AAAAAAAAABk/KX370DACLx4/s1600-R/remusrox.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4769092813607783297.post-1302050954721521886</id><published>2008-11-12T21:53:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-12T22:00:56.174-08:00</updated><title type='text'>weird dreams</title><content type='html'>I took a nap this afternoon and I was covered with this really warm blanket, but I guess I got too hot because I had weird dreams. Weirder than usual. Yeah. I dreamed of summertime, Greek amphitheaters, foxes, barbecue sauce and elevators. Don't ask because I really couldn't even begin to attempt to explain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, found some cute stuff to make me feel better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.oldnavy.com/Asset_Archive/ONWeb/Assets/Product/615/615204/big/on615204-05vliv01.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 433px; height: 578px;" src="http://www.oldnavy.com/Asset_Archive/ONWeb/Assets/Product/615/615204/big/on615204-05vliv01.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Old Navy $30. I love red. I think it goes well with my complexion. The fur lined hood just makes it so much better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://images.urbanoutfitters.com/is/image/UrbanOutfitters/15564727_03_b?$detailmain$"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 255px; height: 390px;" src="http://images.urbanoutfitters.com/is/image/UrbanOutfitters/15564727_03_b?$detailmain$" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Urban Outfitters $18. I like how at first you think it's one thing, and then another. They're simple and yet still complicated. I would get my ears pierced for these.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4769092813607783297-1302050954721521886?l=artofnaps.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://artofnaps.blogspot.com/feeds/1302050954721521886/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4769092813607783297&amp;postID=1302050954721521886' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4769092813607783297/posts/default/1302050954721521886'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4769092813607783297/posts/default/1302050954721521886'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://artofnaps.blogspot.com/2008/11/weird-dreams.html' title='weird dreams'/><author><name>RemusRox</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02905381569139376107</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_hxIidH2B2kE/SHj6R8eYiUI/AAAAAAAAABk/KX370DACLx4/s1600-R/remusrox.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4769092813607783297.post-4866487246221408887</id><published>2008-11-12T17:30:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-12T17:35:48.640-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Another day</title><content type='html'>Number of naps so far today: 0&lt;br /&gt;Number of calories burned: 0&lt;br /&gt;Motivation level to finish out the semester: 6&lt;br /&gt;Essays left to write: 1&lt;br /&gt;Sighs: many&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After working all night on my speech and the visual for it I get to class this morning frantic, because I haven't memorized my speech, only to find class is canceled. I work better under pressure, so I would have done fine. I guess maybe this is a sign that I need to practice my speech more than I thought. Anyway, I wasted a whole lot of time on that when I could have been doing other things.&lt;br /&gt;On another note. I wish I had a car so I could go visit my friends when they need me. I hate not being able to be right there to help someone through a tough time. It makes me feel helpless.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4769092813607783297-4866487246221408887?l=artofnaps.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://artofnaps.blogspot.com/feeds/4866487246221408887/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4769092813607783297&amp;postID=4866487246221408887' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4769092813607783297/posts/default/4866487246221408887'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4769092813607783297/posts/default/4866487246221408887'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://artofnaps.blogspot.com/2008/11/another-day.html' title='Another day'/><author><name>RemusRox</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02905381569139376107</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_hxIidH2B2kE/SHj6R8eYiUI/AAAAAAAAABk/KX370DACLx4/s1600-R/remusrox.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4769092813607783297.post-3713784867007148145</id><published>2008-11-11T17:21:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-11T17:24:48.672-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Crap!</title><content type='html'>Number of naps so far today: 1&lt;br /&gt;Number of calories burned: 0&lt;br /&gt;Motivation level to finish out the semester: 6&lt;br /&gt;Essays left to write: 4&lt;br /&gt;Words written for said essays: 0&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was sleepy so I just laid down... then I woke up and it was 5. Ahhh!!! I have two opinions to write, which shouldn't be a problem, but there is the fact that I still don't know what one of them will be about. Then I have to write something using sources that I don't have on hand. Crap. Then I have to research and write a speech I'm giving tomorrow morning. Double Crap.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4769092813607783297-3713784867007148145?l=artofnaps.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://artofnaps.blogspot.com/feeds/3713784867007148145/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4769092813607783297&amp;postID=3713784867007148145' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4769092813607783297/posts/default/3713784867007148145'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4769092813607783297/posts/default/3713784867007148145'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://artofnaps.blogspot.com/2008/11/crap.html' title='Crap!'/><author><name>RemusRox</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02905381569139376107</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_hxIidH2B2kE/SHj6R8eYiUI/AAAAAAAAABk/KX370DACLx4/s1600-R/remusrox.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4769092813607783297.post-3894427051131836375</id><published>2008-11-11T11:31:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-11T11:56:32.559-08:00</updated><title type='text'>last night</title><content type='html'>Number of naps so far today: 0&lt;br /&gt;Number of calories burned: 0&lt;br /&gt;Motivation level to finish out the semester: 6&lt;br /&gt;Words written: 0&lt;br /&gt;Episodes of Arrested Development seen: 0&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I should have written last night, but I was too tired, and I just woke up, so pretend this is from last night.&lt;br /&gt;I went to a hockey game with a friend. Wow. I don't know the rules, and the only time I've ever seen it played was in those disney movies, so I had no idea what was going on until someone scored. It was so much more entertaining to watch the peoples reactions to the game than the actual game. No joke. Some guys brought their children and the kids would get just as angry as the parents. I laughed so much last night. I was sitting in the second row so I was basically up against the glass. The fights they have are intense. At one point one of the players was bleeding. It was weird being at an event where people fight when I'm a totally non-violent person.&lt;br /&gt;But there was a reason that I went. Since I'm moving away in a few months I feel that I need to do things I haven't done here. I'm going to learn to skate and ride a bike, and go to events and restuarants I haven't been to yet. So this game was just one more thing on my list.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4769092813607783297-3894427051131836375?l=artofnaps.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://artofnaps.blogspot.com/feeds/3894427051131836375/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4769092813607783297&amp;postID=3894427051131836375' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4769092813607783297/posts/default/3894427051131836375'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4769092813607783297/posts/default/3894427051131836375'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://artofnaps.blogspot.com/2008/11/last-night.html' title='last night'/><author><name>RemusRox</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02905381569139376107</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_hxIidH2B2kE/SHj6R8eYiUI/AAAAAAAAABk/KX370DACLx4/s1600-R/remusrox.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4769092813607783297.post-7614136774421510084</id><published>2008-11-08T22:30:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-08T22:33:10.259-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Arrested Development</title><content type='html'>Number of naps so far today: 1&lt;br /&gt;Number of calories burned: 0&lt;br /&gt;Motivation level to finish out the semester: 8&lt;br /&gt;Words written: none&lt;br /&gt;Episodes of Arrested Development seen: 8&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why have I never sat down and watched this show? Seriously, so my brand of humor. I'll save my comments on it until I'm finished watching all the episodes (53 in all according to wikipedia, which we all know is never wrong).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will suggest that whoever may be reading this blog (hello nobody!) should watch this show.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4769092813607783297-7614136774421510084?l=artofnaps.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://artofnaps.blogspot.com/feeds/7614136774421510084/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4769092813607783297&amp;postID=7614136774421510084' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4769092813607783297/posts/default/7614136774421510084'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4769092813607783297/posts/default/7614136774421510084'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://artofnaps.blogspot.com/2008/11/arrested-development.html' title='Arrested Development'/><author><name>RemusRox</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02905381569139376107</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_hxIidH2B2kE/SHj6R8eYiUI/AAAAAAAAABk/KX370DACLx4/s1600-R/remusrox.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4769092813607783297.post-4274987803277723998</id><published>2008-11-07T18:22:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-07T18:26:44.134-08:00</updated><title type='text'>writing</title><content type='html'>Number of naps so far today: 1&lt;br /&gt;Number of calories burned: 0&lt;br /&gt;Motivation level to finish out the semester: 8&lt;br /&gt;Words written: none&lt;br /&gt;Words read: many&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My mind works in weird ways. I finally got the courage to log on to my Nanowrimo account today. I remembered my username and password on the first try, miracle. Then I looked up the novel I had been working on last year (15,000 words). Then I realized I didn't remember half the characters or the storyline, so I dug up my writing binder, the place all my ideas go to die and collect dust. I opened it up and instead of looking for my outlines I started reading my old poems. They used to be so good! I wish I could write the same way, or, more specifically, with the same voice. I might be moved to post some of my poems here one day. Not sure yet. Must write now.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4769092813607783297-4274987803277723998?l=artofnaps.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://artofnaps.blogspot.com/feeds/4274987803277723998/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4769092813607783297&amp;postID=4274987803277723998' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4769092813607783297/posts/default/4274987803277723998'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4769092813607783297/posts/default/4274987803277723998'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://artofnaps.blogspot.com/2008/11/writing.html' title='writing'/><author><name>RemusRox</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02905381569139376107</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_hxIidH2B2kE/SHj6R8eYiUI/AAAAAAAAABk/KX370DACLx4/s1600-R/remusrox.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4769092813607783297.post-5486517963338338429</id><published>2008-11-06T22:02:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-06T22:20:51.246-08:00</updated><title type='text'>looking for shirts</title><content type='html'>Number of naps so far today: 1&lt;br /&gt;Number of calories burned: 0&lt;br /&gt;Motivation level to finish out the semester: 8&lt;br /&gt;Number of sighs today: lots&lt;br /&gt;Random dance moments: not enough&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Twilight will be here soon and I want to make shirts for myself, and maybe some friends to wear to the midnight premiere. This is my vision. Find some baseball t-shirts... white with black or blue border. On the front I'll freezer paper a little Cullen crest with a tiny team number on the left hand side. Then on the back I'll have a massive Team Cullen and then a number under it. The key is finding the perfect shirt... that's cheap.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I found two shirts on Sports Chalet's website.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://sch.imageg.net/graphics/product_images/pG01-1624287reg.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 220px; height: 220px;" src="http://sch.imageg.net/graphics/product_images/pG01-1624287reg.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I like this except for the colors. The border on the collar, sleeves and bottom are exactly what I'm looking for. Maybe they'll have it in more colors at the store. It's about $20 though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://sch.imageg.net/graphics/product_images/pG01-1241954reg.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 220px; height: 220px;" src="http://sch.imageg.net/graphics/product_images/pG01-1241954reg.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This one has better colors... but it doesn't have the border. It's about $8. No joke. Although I would like to have a shirt made exactly how I envisioned it, I know that I should settle for the cheaper option, and in this case the cheaper option is also in better colors. Yay.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4769092813607783297-5486517963338338429?l=artofnaps.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://artofnaps.blogspot.com/feeds/5486517963338338429/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4769092813607783297&amp;postID=5486517963338338429' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4769092813607783297/posts/default/5486517963338338429'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4769092813607783297/posts/default/5486517963338338429'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://artofnaps.blogspot.com/2008/11/looking-for-shirts.html' title='looking for shirts'/><author><name>RemusRox</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02905381569139376107</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_hxIidH2B2kE/SHj6R8eYiUI/AAAAAAAAABk/KX370DACLx4/s1600-R/remusrox.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4769092813607783297.post-925338471898069014</id><published>2008-11-05T22:37:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-05T22:43:51.024-08:00</updated><title type='text'>It's a wonderful day!</title><content type='html'>Number of naps so far today: 1&lt;br /&gt;Number of calories burned: 0&lt;br /&gt;Motivation level to finish out the semester: 5&lt;br /&gt;Number of sighs today: so, so many&lt;br /&gt;Proud moments: too many to count&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm so proud of America right now. I cried last night many times. I've been watching Barack Obama since the 2004 Democratic National Convention. I remember when I was a a couple of years ago when my government teacher asked me who I thought would run for the democrats I said Obama. He told me that not only would Obama not run, but if he did he wouldn't win. It's kinda funny when I think about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway... now that I have a moment I wanted to share the shirts I made (freezer paper method).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hxIidH2B2kE/SRKR4tpY1FI/AAAAAAAAACM/aAmHnTTDe5o/s1600-h/DSCI0951.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 197px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hxIidH2B2kE/SRKR4tpY1FI/AAAAAAAAACM/aAmHnTTDe5o/s320/DSCI0951.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5265431317861422162" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hxIidH2B2kE/SRKR4I_qZvI/AAAAAAAAACE/gvcjfYG6iJI/s1600-h/DSCI0939.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hxIidH2B2kE/SRKR4I_qZvI/AAAAAAAAACE/gvcjfYG6iJI/s320/DSCI0939.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5265431308022736626" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gotta love The Clash.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4769092813607783297-925338471898069014?l=artofnaps.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://artofnaps.blogspot.com/feeds/925338471898069014/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4769092813607783297&amp;postID=925338471898069014' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4769092813607783297/posts/default/925338471898069014'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4769092813607783297/posts/default/925338471898069014'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://artofnaps.blogspot.com/2008/11/its-wonderful-day.html' title='It&apos;s a wonderful day!'/><author><name>RemusRox</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02905381569139376107</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_hxIidH2B2kE/SHj6R8eYiUI/AAAAAAAAABk/KX370DACLx4/s1600-R/remusrox.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hxIidH2B2kE/SRKR4tpY1FI/AAAAAAAAACM/aAmHnTTDe5o/s72-c/DSCI0951.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4769092813607783297.post-4071074048494965822</id><published>2008-11-04T17:03:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-04T17:06:22.771-08:00</updated><title type='text'>VOTE!</title><content type='html'>Just do it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4769092813607783297-4071074048494965822?l=artofnaps.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://artofnaps.blogspot.com/feeds/4071074048494965822/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4769092813607783297&amp;postID=4071074048494965822' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4769092813607783297/posts/default/4071074048494965822'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4769092813607783297/posts/default/4071074048494965822'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://artofnaps.blogspot.com/2008/11/vote.html' title='VOTE!'/><author><name>RemusRox</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02905381569139376107</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_hxIidH2B2kE/SHj6R8eYiUI/AAAAAAAAABk/KX370DACLx4/s1600-R/remusrox.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4769092813607783297.post-2999406917560427804</id><published>2008-11-02T23:31:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-02T23:36:06.818-08:00</updated><title type='text'>no!!</title><content type='html'>Number of naps so far today: 1&lt;br /&gt;Number of calories burned: -500&lt;br /&gt;Motivation level to finish out the semester: 8&lt;br /&gt;Number of sighs today: none&lt;br /&gt;Long phone calls: 1&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I won't be going on a trip next weekend after all. It works out pretty nicely in the end because I have so many things going on right now, but still kind of a bummer. Just paid a lot of money for college thing. Ugh. Could have paid for half a laptop for what is just an initial payment. Won't think about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Made a Barack Obama shirt today with freezer paper. Turned out better than I expected. Will post pictures soon. Talked to a friend afterward and he told me a better phrase I could have used. If my man wins then i'll totally wear the second shirt Wednesday. If not... then I'm moving to Canada where I will live off the land.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4769092813607783297-2999406917560427804?l=artofnaps.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://artofnaps.blogspot.com/feeds/2999406917560427804/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4769092813607783297&amp;postID=2999406917560427804' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4769092813607783297/posts/default/2999406917560427804'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4769092813607783297/posts/default/2999406917560427804'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://artofnaps.blogspot.com/2008/11/no.html' title='no!!'/><author><name>RemusRox</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02905381569139376107</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_hxIidH2B2kE/SHj6R8eYiUI/AAAAAAAAABk/KX370DACLx4/s1600-R/remusrox.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4769092813607783297.post-6228759864182970198</id><published>2008-11-01T22:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-11-01T23:02:40.389-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Moonstruck</title><content type='html'>Number of naps so far today: 0&lt;br /&gt;Number of calories burned: -300&lt;br /&gt;Motivation level to finish out the semester: 8&lt;br /&gt;Number of sighs today: none&lt;br /&gt;Long phone calls: 2&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One of my favorite movies... ever. I can't help but love Nicholas Cage and Cher as they fight and fall in love. Shakespeare would be proud.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I might be within walking distance of an Urban Outfitters this week so I'm going to compile my shopping list.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://images.urbanoutfitters.com/is/image/UrbanOutfitters/14528657_20_b?$detailmain$"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 255px; height: 390px;" src="http://images.urbanoutfitters.com/is/image/UrbanOutfitters/14528657_20_b?$detailmain$" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I must have these. $88. Totally worth it. I could wear it with pretty much everything I have. &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://images.urbanoutfitters.com/is/image/UrbanOutfitters/14917272_20_b?$detailmain$"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 255px; height: 390px;" src="http://images.urbanoutfitters.com/is/image/UrbanOutfitters/14917272_20_b?$detailmain$" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;$20. I know I don't need a new wallet. But this would go with my boots. Which makes it worth it.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://images.urbanoutfitters.com/is/image/UrbanOutfitters/15216203_11_b?$prodmain$"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 290px; height: 444px;" src="http://images.urbanoutfitters.com/is/image/UrbanOutfitters/15216203_11_b?$prodmain$" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;$25. I like it just because the back is all lacey. I know it's too cold to wear anything like this, but I could save it for slightly warmer weather.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://images.urbanoutfitters.com/is/image/UrbanOutfitters/14448773_20_b?$prodmain$"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 290px; height: 444px;" src="http://images.urbanoutfitters.com/is/image/UrbanOutfitters/14448773_20_b?$prodmain$" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;$20. I have another top like this, only with a different pattern on it. Love the cut so I think it would be worth it to have one more top like it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://images.urbanoutfitters.com/is/image/UrbanOutfitters/14490593_50_b?$detailmain$"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 255px; height: 390px;" src="http://images.urbanoutfitters.com/is/image/UrbanOutfitters/14490593_50_b?$detailmain$" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;$30. I love this color! I could wear it with tights when it gets cooler. It would look cool with black, or just some of my patterned ones. Plus my boots to finish it off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://images.urbanoutfitters.com/is/image/UrbanOutfitters/14897599_10_b?$detailmain$"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 255px; height: 390px;" src="http://images.urbanoutfitters.com/is/image/UrbanOutfitters/14897599_10_b?$detailmain$" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;$30. I've always wanted a nice white summery dress. This could work. I need to see and feel the fabric in person to see if it's worth it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://images.urbanoutfitters.com/is/image/UrbanOutfitters/14957914_11_b?$detailmain$"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 290px; height: 444px;" src="http://images.urbanoutfitters.com/is/image/UrbanOutfitters/14957914_11_b?$detailmain$" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;$30. I love the flapper look. I love the detail of the pin tucks and the lace. I could totally pretend to be Chanel or Lois Long.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://images.urbanoutfitters.com/is/image/UrbanOutfitters/14706170_00_b?$detailmain$"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 255px; height: 390px;" src="http://images.urbanoutfitters.com/is/image/UrbanOutfitters/14706170_00_b?$detailmain$" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;$10. This is so amazingly awesome! I love the colors and I love the pattern along the collar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://images.urbanoutfitters.com/is/image/UrbanOutfitters/15466147_41_b?$detailmain$"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 255px; height: 390px;" src="http://images.urbanoutfitters.com/is/image/UrbanOutfitters/15466147_41_b?$detailmain$" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;$20. Do i really need to explain why I want this shirt?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://images.urbanoutfitters.com/is/image/UrbanOutfitters/15197866_10_b?$detailmain$"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 290px; height: 444px;" src="http://images.urbanoutfitters.com/is/image/UrbanOutfitters/15197866_10_b?$detailmain$" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;$20. I love foxes. I think it goes back to the fact that my favorite movie as a child was Disney's Robin Hood, who was a fox.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://images.urbanoutfitters.com/is/image/UrbanOutfitters/14774434_41_b?$detailmain$"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 290px; height: 444px;" src="http://images.urbanoutfitters.com/is/image/UrbanOutfitters/14774434_41_b?$detailmain$" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;$15. I could make my own shirt... but I'm too lazy and it wouldn't turn out as cleanly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://images.urbanoutfitters.com/is/image/UrbanOutfitters/14213649_11_b?$detailmain$"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 290px; height: 444px;" src="http://images.urbanoutfitters.com/is/image/UrbanOutfitters/14213649_11_b?$detailmain$" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;$25. Reminds me of Pride and Prejudice, so naturally I want it to attract my Mr. Darcy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://images.urbanoutfitters.com/is/image/UrbanOutfitters/14753842_01_b?$prodmain$"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 290px; height: 444px;" src="http://images.urbanoutfitters.com/is/image/UrbanOutfitters/14753842_01_b?$prodmain$" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;$9.99. My ears may not be pierced, but soon they will be, and these should go on them.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://images.urbanoutfitters.com/is/image/UrbanOutfitters/14680755_07_b?$prodmain$"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 290px; height: 444px;" src="http://images.urbanoutfitters.com/is/image/UrbanOutfitters/14680755_07_b?$prodmain$" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;$7. Not much for new sunglasses considering I always break mine. I like the kind of amber color because it reminds me of my favorites that are so close to falling apart.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4769092813607783297-6228759864182970198?l=artofnaps.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://artofnaps.blogspot.com/feeds/6228759864182970198/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4769092813607783297&amp;postID=6228759864182970198' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4769092813607783297/posts/default/6228759864182970198'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4769092813607783297/posts/default/6228759864182970198'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://artofnaps.blogspot.com/2008/11/moonstruck.html' title='Moonstruck'/><author><name>RemusRox</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02905381569139376107</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_hxIidH2B2kE/SHj6R8eYiUI/AAAAAAAAABk/KX370DACLx4/s1600-R/remusrox.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4769092813607783297.post-95600995749739053</id><published>2008-10-31T23:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-31T23:26:21.393-07:00</updated><title type='text'>nice night</title><content type='html'>Actually had a lot of fun seeing an old friend. I must be getting old because I get tired when it gets late. My bones are also more prone to being sore the next morning too. Ahh... age. I know thee well.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4769092813607783297-95600995749739053?l=artofnaps.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://artofnaps.blogspot.com/feeds/95600995749739053/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4769092813607783297&amp;postID=95600995749739053' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4769092813607783297/posts/default/95600995749739053'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4769092813607783297/posts/default/95600995749739053'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://artofnaps.blogspot.com/2008/10/nice-night.html' title='nice night'/><author><name>RemusRox</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02905381569139376107</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_hxIidH2B2kE/SHj6R8eYiUI/AAAAAAAAABk/KX370DACLx4/s1600-R/remusrox.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4769092813607783297.post-186151711268731203</id><published>2008-10-31T17:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-31T17:47:20.275-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Still no idea</title><content type='html'>Number of naps so far today: 1&lt;br /&gt;Number of calories burned: 300&lt;br /&gt;Motivation level to finish out the semester: 6&lt;br /&gt;Number of sighs today: a few&lt;br /&gt;Costumes figured out: 0&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have about 2 hours before I need to leave to house and get to a party. I have no costume figured out. I could go as Bella Swan. Easy because I could just wear jeans and a Team Edward shirt. Stay warm too. I could also go as a black cat. Head to toe black clothing, only problem is I don't have ears or tail. I could be a witch. Harry Potter themed or not. I have tons of stuff to do it with. Plus some really awesome spiderwebby tights. Then I have all my Harry Potter stuff so I could be Tonks or something. I could whip together a greek goddess outfit. I have tons of gold accessories and a white dress that could look kinda goddess like. I could also go as Amy Winehouse since I have this dress that looks like something she would wear. Not skinny enough though. I could go as a hippie, but I would just be wearing clothes I already wear, so it wouldn't be a costume really.Hmmm...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4769092813607783297-186151711268731203?l=artofnaps.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://artofnaps.blogspot.com/feeds/186151711268731203/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4769092813607783297&amp;postID=186151711268731203' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4769092813607783297/posts/default/186151711268731203'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4769092813607783297/posts/default/186151711268731203'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://artofnaps.blogspot.com/2008/10/still-no-idea.html' title='Still no idea'/><author><name>RemusRox</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02905381569139376107</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_hxIidH2B2kE/SHj6R8eYiUI/AAAAAAAAABk/KX370DACLx4/s1600-R/remusrox.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4769092813607783297.post-329443835566500546</id><published>2008-10-30T23:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-30T23:48:50.898-07:00</updated><title type='text'>overachieving like a bandit</title><content type='html'>Number of naps so far today: 1&lt;br /&gt;Number of calories burned: 280&lt;br /&gt;Motivation level to finish out the semester: 8&lt;br /&gt;Number of sighs today: NONE! (good, but also sad)&lt;br /&gt;Homework assignments getting a head start on: 2 (woah... on a thursday too!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No joke. I'm actually studying for a quiz I won't have for another two weeks. I realized that it is possible for me to pass that class (with a low B no less!) so I figured I could go for the B. If I get a C, well... it'll be the first one for me since I started college, but that's ok. I can live with it. Also getting info for what next speech will be about. Not sure yet, but like looking over my options a little more ahead of time than the night before.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Speaking of night before. Tomorrow is my FAVORITE holiday ever. I've been contemplating what to be and then suddenly today I realized I'd need something for tomorrow. Will probably go as a cat. Or Marie Antoinette if I can sew up a corset in less than 24 hours. So I'll be a cat. Or a witch. Want to go to Rocky Horror after the party, but sadly I heard it is sold out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Disappointed that The Office wasn't all about Halloween. If they started out with it why not just run with it? Have some crazy activities in the conference room that Micheal came up with. Include Pam's experiences. It could have been an entire episode. Instead it felt like two mini episodes packed into one. Also annoyed that it's basically a copy of past episodes, which at this point isn't surprising. Not only did they repeat the Halloween thing (though I didn't mind it), but they repeated the copying someone thing. Jim did it to Dwight in season 3. It happened pretty much the same way too. At the end Dwight came in dressed as Jim, just like Andy did in this episode. Missed Ugly Betty and Kath and Kim, but did manage to see new 30 Rock. Still hilarious I'm glad to say. Tina Fey is a comic genius.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4769092813607783297-329443835566500546?l=artofnaps.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://artofnaps.blogspot.com/feeds/329443835566500546/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4769092813607783297&amp;postID=329443835566500546' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4769092813607783297/posts/default/329443835566500546'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4769092813607783297/posts/default/329443835566500546'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://artofnaps.blogspot.com/2008/10/overachieving-like-bandit.html' title='overachieving like a bandit'/><author><name>RemusRox</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02905381569139376107</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_hxIidH2B2kE/SHj6R8eYiUI/AAAAAAAAABk/KX370DACLx4/s1600-R/remusrox.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4769092813607783297.post-4324291447684824295</id><published>2008-10-29T17:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-29T17:45:46.285-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Books taking up space</title><content type='html'>Number of naps so far today: 0&lt;br /&gt;Number of calories burned: 102&lt;br /&gt;Motivation level to finish out the semester: 6&lt;br /&gt;Number of sighs today: not as much, but still a lot&lt;br /&gt;Books checked out: 2&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have a serious problem. I check out books I find in the library that sound awesome, even though I know I'll never have time to read them. So they just sit around gathering dust, get rechecked, and then the day before I have to return them I pick one up, start reading, and realize I then have to keep the book overtime because now that I've started it I have to finish it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Still haven't seen last weeks episode of Kath and Kim, The Office or Ugly Betty. The Office is dissapointing this season. Ugly Betty needs more Gio. I'll probably go on Hulu and wind up watching Moonstruck again or Invader Zim episodes.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4769092813607783297-4324291447684824295?l=artofnaps.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://artofnaps.blogspot.com/feeds/4324291447684824295/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4769092813607783297&amp;postID=4324291447684824295' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4769092813607783297/posts/default/4324291447684824295'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4769092813607783297/posts/default/4324291447684824295'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://artofnaps.blogspot.com/2008/10/books-taking-up-space.html' title='Books taking up space'/><author><name>RemusRox</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02905381569139376107</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_hxIidH2B2kE/SHj6R8eYiUI/AAAAAAAAABk/KX370DACLx4/s1600-R/remusrox.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4769092813607783297.post-2310642383003497328</id><published>2008-10-22T20:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-01-25T12:44:15.824-08:00</updated><title type='text'>so tired</title><content type='html'>Number of naps so far today: 0&lt;br /&gt;Number of calories burned: 0&lt;br /&gt;Motivation level to finish out the semester: 8&lt;br /&gt;Stuffiness level: 4&lt;br /&gt;Number of sighs today: not enough&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't pack tonight because I'm too tired. Got home to have my grandma tell me I smelled like someone's aftershave. Wouldn't believe me when I said it was nothing. Wish it was something though. Sometimes I think I'll end up like Bridget Jones' always thought she would; a spinster. But in the end she gets Mr. Darcy... so everything will be ok.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Damn you Jane Austen for giving me unrealistic ideas about men!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4769092813607783297-2310642383003497328?l=artofnaps.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://artofnaps.blogspot.com/feeds/2310642383003497328/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4769092813607783297&amp;postID=2310642383003497328' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4769092813607783297/posts/default/2310642383003497328'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4769092813607783297/posts/default/2310642383003497328'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://artofnaps.blogspot.com/2008/10/so-tired.html' title='so tired'/><author><name>RemusRox</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02905381569139376107</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_hxIidH2B2kE/SHj6R8eYiUI/AAAAAAAAABk/KX370DACLx4/s1600-R/remusrox.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4769092813607783297.post-7360798382627769035</id><published>2008-10-21T21:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-21T21:35:13.100-07:00</updated><title type='text'>i heart shakespeare</title><content type='html'>Number of naps so far today: 1&lt;br /&gt;Number of calories burned: 0&lt;br /&gt;Motivation level to finish out the semester: 8&lt;br /&gt;Stuffiness level: 5&lt;br /&gt;Number of sighs today: too many&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Billy the Bard is so badass. And so is Kenneth Branagh. His version of Hamlet and Much Ado are so awesome. Every time I see Much Ado I get the urge to run around a vineyard in a white flowy frock and organize a massive masquerade. In fact... I'll go do that right now.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4769092813607783297-7360798382627769035?l=artofnaps.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://artofnaps.blogspot.com/feeds/7360798382627769035/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4769092813607783297&amp;postID=7360798382627769035' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4769092813607783297/posts/default/7360798382627769035'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4769092813607783297/posts/default/7360798382627769035'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://artofnaps.blogspot.com/2008/10/i-heart-shakespeare.html' title='i heart shakespeare'/><author><name>RemusRox</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02905381569139376107</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_hxIidH2B2kE/SHj6R8eYiUI/AAAAAAAAABk/KX370DACLx4/s1600-R/remusrox.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4769092813607783297.post-1310247591623035313</id><published>2008-10-20T23:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-21T00:04:02.862-07:00</updated><title type='text'>still sick!!!!!!!!!!</title><content type='html'>Number of naps so far today: 0&lt;br /&gt;Number of calories burned: 0&lt;br /&gt;Motivation level to finish out the semester: 6&lt;br /&gt;Stuffiness level: 10&lt;br /&gt;Crappy stuff written at last minute: 2&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had when I have a sore throat. I hate having a stuffy nose too. I feel like I'm drowning. I just want to inhale through my nose!!! I hate inhaling with my mouth because it look weird and icky, especially when I'm sick.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to make some freezer paper shirts tomorrow. One will be "I (heart) (dinosaurs)" because I do love me some dinos. Then I'm gonna make one that says "Barack the Vote" and another that says "Brunettes not fighter jetts." For the last one I'm torn between making "I (heart) (heart) the doctor" (ahhhh doctor who) and a shirt that says "wish I was chillin, with bob dylan" gah gah. Must work on assignments now.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4769092813607783297-1310247591623035313?l=artofnaps.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://artofnaps.blogspot.com/feeds/1310247591623035313/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4769092813607783297&amp;postID=1310247591623035313' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4769092813607783297/posts/default/1310247591623035313'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4769092813607783297/posts/default/1310247591623035313'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://artofnaps.blogspot.com/2008/10/still-sick.html' title='still sick!!!!!!!!!!'/><author><name>RemusRox</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02905381569139376107</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_hxIidH2B2kE/SHj6R8eYiUI/AAAAAAAAABk/KX370DACLx4/s1600-R/remusrox.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4769092813607783297.post-9003179566825574773</id><published>2008-10-19T19:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-19T21:12:56.052-07:00</updated><title type='text'>so much to do</title><content type='html'>Number of naps so far today: 1&lt;br /&gt;Number of calories burned: 0&lt;br /&gt;Motivation level to finish out the semester: 7&lt;br /&gt;Soreness level: 4&lt;br /&gt;Speeches left to write and memorize: 1&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yay procrastination. Seriously though. I don't recommend it. I know I can function when I do everything at the last minute, but I'm not so sure about other people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, and Ruckus kicks ass. And so does Bob Dylan.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4769092813607783297-9003179566825574773?l=artofnaps.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://artofnaps.blogspot.com/feeds/9003179566825574773/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4769092813607783297&amp;postID=9003179566825574773' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4769092813607783297/posts/default/9003179566825574773'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4769092813607783297/posts/default/9003179566825574773'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://artofnaps.blogspot.com/2008/10/so-much-to-do.html' title='so much to do'/><author><name>RemusRox</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02905381569139376107</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_hxIidH2B2kE/SHj6R8eYiUI/AAAAAAAAABk/KX370DACLx4/s1600-R/remusrox.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4769092813607783297.post-3254094804528224466</id><published>2008-10-18T19:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-18T19:40:16.508-07:00</updated><title type='text'>so behind in everything</title><content type='html'>Number of naps so far today: 1&lt;br /&gt;Number of calories burned: 0&lt;br /&gt;Motivation level to finish out the semester: 8&lt;br /&gt;Soreness level: 9&lt;br /&gt;Pages left to read tonight: 150&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I still haven't finished the Bob Dylan biography, which means I still haven't finished my speech, which means I still haven't made my visual aids. Oh... and that all means I only have about 24 hours to memorize my speech. Great.&lt;br /&gt;Plus I need to watch and analyze a movie for a massive essay. Then I need to review "W." and write an informative story on McCain. Oh... and did I mention the pounds I still haven't lost?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At least I'm going out of town this weekend. That'll keep me motivated.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4769092813607783297-3254094804528224466?l=artofnaps.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://artofnaps.blogspot.com/feeds/3254094804528224466/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4769092813607783297&amp;postID=3254094804528224466' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4769092813607783297/posts/default/3254094804528224466'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4769092813607783297/posts/default/3254094804528224466'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://artofnaps.blogspot.com/2008/10/so-behind-in-everything.html' title='so behind in everything'/><author><name>RemusRox</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02905381569139376107</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_hxIidH2B2kE/SHj6R8eYiUI/AAAAAAAAABk/KX370DACLx4/s1600-R/remusrox.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4769092813607783297.post-5657634914868965650</id><published>2008-10-17T19:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-17T19:38:43.694-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Ouch!!!!!!!!!</title><content type='html'>Number of naps so far today: 1&lt;br /&gt;Number of calories burned: 0&lt;br /&gt;Motivation level to finish out the semester: 8&lt;br /&gt;Sweet stuff in the house: 0&lt;br /&gt;Soreness level: 16&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hate being sick!!!!!!!!! I need to finish my Bob Dylan book so I can write my speech for class Monday. Fuck Fuck Fuck. I also need to lose weight before next weekend. Gah. I need to write two stories too. Double GAH!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Must sleep now. No hope of success in above fields.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4769092813607783297-5657634914868965650?l=artofnaps.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://artofnaps.blogspot.com/feeds/5657634914868965650/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4769092813607783297&amp;postID=5657634914868965650' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4769092813607783297/posts/default/5657634914868965650'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4769092813607783297/posts/default/5657634914868965650'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://artofnaps.blogspot.com/2008/10/ouch.html' title='Ouch!!!!!!!!!'/><author><name>RemusRox</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02905381569139376107</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_hxIidH2B2kE/SHj6R8eYiUI/AAAAAAAAABk/KX370DACLx4/s1600-R/remusrox.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4769092813607783297.post-8885296639166528193</id><published>2008-10-16T19:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-16T20:06:04.018-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Sick... AGAIN!</title><content type='html'>Number of naps so far today: 1&lt;br /&gt;Number of calories burned: 300&lt;br /&gt;Motivation level to finish out the semester: 5&lt;br /&gt;Sweet stuff in the house: 0&lt;br /&gt;Soreness level: 12&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fuck! I'm sick again. People who come to school sick suck. Seriously. UGH!! I can't be sick now! I have so much to do! I have a speech to give monday, stuff to layout and a trip to go on. Damn it damn it damn it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4769092813607783297-8885296639166528193?l=artofnaps.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://artofnaps.blogspot.com/feeds/8885296639166528193/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4769092813607783297&amp;postID=8885296639166528193' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4769092813607783297/posts/default/8885296639166528193'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4769092813607783297/posts/default/8885296639166528193'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://artofnaps.blogspot.com/2008/10/sick-again.html' title='Sick... AGAIN!'/><author><name>RemusRox</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02905381569139376107</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_hxIidH2B2kE/SHj6R8eYiUI/AAAAAAAAABk/KX370DACLx4/s1600-R/remusrox.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4769092813607783297.post-9012865617695754358</id><published>2008-10-15T22:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-15T22:41:13.632-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Project Runway</title><content type='html'>Number of naps so far today: 1&lt;br /&gt;Number of calories burned: 0&lt;br /&gt;Motivation level to finish out the semester: 6&lt;br /&gt;Sweet stuff in the house: 0&lt;br /&gt;Assignments I should be doing: 3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Finale was tonight. I LOVED that Kenley was the first one 'aufed' tonight. I think she finally realized that amazing clothes don't mean anything if you've got a bad attitude. I loved when they showed her backstage when Time Gunn was announced as the final judge. She said something like, "I guess I should have changed my attitude then." No shit. I do really like the clothes she makes, especially the wide skirts, but to quote every lane motivational poster in elementary school "attitude is everything." Korto's collection was pretty stunning too. I really had a hard time picked between Korto and Leanne, but in the end I felt that Leanne was the rightful winner. Props to Korto for making those last minute outfits that look fabulous. Her use of color and beads was awesome. Leanne's use of the simple colors really made me pay attention to the design itself. I agree with Nini Garcia that there were too many petals, but I think with more time and experience we'll see a lot of evolution from Leanne. As much as I do like her, I still think Christian Siriano was the most likely of all the winners to become a big name.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And now for some browsing...&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://images.urbanoutfitters.com/is/image/UrbanOutfitters/15146293_04_b?$detailmain$"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://images.urbanoutfitters.com/is/image/UrbanOutfitters/15146293_04_b?$detailmain$" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Top from Urbanoutfitters.com. I really love this silhoutte. It's not too wide. I also love the pleating and ruffles on the collar. And that one button that probably has no function.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://content.nordstrom.com/ImageGallery/store/product/Gigantic/0/_5624160.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://content.nordstrom.com/ImageGallery/store/product/Gigantic/0/_5624160.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I want some moccasins! I found these on Nordstroms site. They have them in three other colors, but I figure these won't show dirt as much as the others. I want.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://content.nordstrom.com/ImageGallery/store/product/Gigantic/1/_5661301.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://content.nordstrom.com/ImageGallery/store/product/Gigantic/1/_5661301.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;These are cute too. I found these same boots on Nordstrom and Urbanoutfitters so I can't go wrong. I figure these are the one I should buy because not only it winter coming, but I will soon be moving to a colder climate. Perfect!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://content.nordstrom.com/ImageGallery/store/product/Gigantic/1/_5706401.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://content.nordstrom.com/ImageGallery/store/product/Gigantic/1/_5706401.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I finally found a coat that I could live with. It's not the plaid I have in mind, but it's close enough. It's got kind of a fuzzy hood (not too much, which is cool). Plus it has finger holes which is ... useful? (nordstrom.com)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://images.urbanoutfitters.com/is/image/UrbanOutfitters/15551625_50_b?$detailmain$"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://images.urbanoutfitters.com/is/image/UrbanOutfitters/15551625_50_b?$detailmain$" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I really want to break out my tights this winter, only I'll probably be too much of a wimp. These would be a perfect dress for that if I did though. The colors are awesome(Urbanoutfitters.com)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://images.urbanoutfitters.com/is/image/UrbanOutfitters/15369606_01_b?$detailmain$"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://images.urbanoutfitters.com/is/image/UrbanOutfitters/15369606_01_b?$detailmain$" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I am constantly breaking my sunglasses (the ones I'm using now aren't even 6 months old and they're missing a screw and chipping and it's just so tragic because they're just so awesome and massive). I'm always on the lookout for new glasses because I know eventually I will need them. These are pretty awesome. I like the boldness of them. (Urbanoutfitters.com)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4769092813607783297-9012865617695754358?l=artofnaps.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://artofnaps.blogspot.com/feeds/9012865617695754358/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4769092813607783297&amp;postID=9012865617695754358' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4769092813607783297/posts/default/9012865617695754358'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4769092813607783297/posts/default/9012865617695754358'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://artofnaps.blogspot.com/2008/10/project-runway.html' title='Project Runway'/><author><name>RemusRox</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02905381569139376107</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_hxIidH2B2kE/SHj6R8eYiUI/AAAAAAAAABk/KX370DACLx4/s1600-R/remusrox.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4769092813607783297.post-2183618377442520467</id><published>2008-10-14T22:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-14T22:19:58.157-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Bleh</title><content type='html'>Number of naps so far today: 1&lt;br /&gt;Number of calories burned: 200&lt;br /&gt;Motivation level to finish out the semester: 6&lt;br /&gt;Hours I actually studied today: 5&lt;br /&gt;Sweet stuff in the house: 0&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seriously, I should have buckled down and studied awhile ago. Mid-terms are a pain. Just read three plays in an hour. Ouch. Head hurts. I had to make two cups of tea. Yeah, I don't use coffee, energy drinks or cigarettes to keep myself going. I'm so hardcore I drink tea to stay awake. Heck yes. I would have been happier if my Ruckus account would work, but for some stupid reason the player refuses to acknowledge I'm a member, even though the site will let me log on. GAH!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Sometimes I'm super jealous of Edward's power. I would love to know what people are thinking. I'll admit that it would be super creepy at times, but I think I would benefit from it greatly. I could totally know the answer to a question, I could see when people were lying and best of all I could anticipate questions instead of just being put on the spot. Yep. That would be pretty sweet indeed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have to interview someone tomorrow but I have a class during that time. Don't know how this will work. Maybe I shouldn't have put this off for three weeks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Back to studying.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4769092813607783297-2183618377442520467?l=artofnaps.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://artofnaps.blogspot.com/feeds/2183618377442520467/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4769092813607783297&amp;postID=2183618377442520467' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4769092813607783297/posts/default/2183618377442520467'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4769092813607783297/posts/default/2183618377442520467'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://artofnaps.blogspot.com/2008/10/bleh.html' title='Bleh'/><author><name>RemusRox</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02905381569139376107</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_hxIidH2B2kE/SHj6R8eYiUI/AAAAAAAAABk/KX370DACLx4/s1600-R/remusrox.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4769092813607783297.post-6247647351776856354</id><published>2008-10-13T20:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-13T20:52:51.749-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Procrastination</title><content type='html'>Number of naps so far today: 1&lt;br /&gt;Number of calories burned: 0&lt;br /&gt;Motivation level to finish out the semester: 5&lt;br /&gt;Hours I should have been studying: many&lt;br /&gt;Sweet stuff in the house: 0&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I always put stuff off, even though I know I shouldn't. Seriously.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really want something sweet. We don't have any candy, ice cream or cake in the house. Boo!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4769092813607783297-6247647351776856354?l=artofnaps.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://artofnaps.blogspot.com/feeds/6247647351776856354/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4769092813607783297&amp;postID=6247647351776856354' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4769092813607783297/posts/default/6247647351776856354'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4769092813607783297/posts/default/6247647351776856354'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://artofnaps.blogspot.com/2008/10/procrastination.html' title='Procrastination'/><author><name>RemusRox</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02905381569139376107</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_hxIidH2B2kE/SHj6R8eYiUI/AAAAAAAAABk/KX370DACLx4/s1600-R/remusrox.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4769092813607783297.post-6522252348576282847</id><published>2008-10-12T20:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-12T20:31:54.834-07:00</updated><title type='text'>One movie I couldn't live without</title><content type='html'>Number of naps so far today: 1&lt;br /&gt;Number of calories burned: 0&lt;br /&gt;Motivation level to finish out the semester: 4&lt;br /&gt;Headache pain level: 4&lt;br /&gt;Pages left to read tonight: still too many to count&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;I LOVE PRIDE AND PREJUDICE!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mr. Darcy has forever ruined my life. I can't date anyone because of it. Thanks Jane Austen, for creating the perfect guy... that never exists. But it's ok. I can live with it because there are some pretty awesome movies based on the book.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4769092813607783297-6522252348576282847?l=artofnaps.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://artofnaps.blogspot.com/feeds/6522252348576282847/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4769092813607783297&amp;postID=6522252348576282847' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4769092813607783297/posts/default/6522252348576282847'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4769092813607783297/posts/default/6522252348576282847'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://artofnaps.blogspot.com/2008/10/one-movie-i-couldnt-live-without.html' title='One movie I couldn&apos;t live without'/><author><name>RemusRox</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02905381569139376107</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_hxIidH2B2kE/SHj6R8eYiUI/AAAAAAAAABk/KX370DACLx4/s1600-R/remusrox.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4769092813607783297.post-5177438161377917897</id><published>2008-10-11T23:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-11T23:20:18.259-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I hate headaches</title><content type='html'>Number of naps so far today: 1&lt;br /&gt;Number of calories burned: 0&lt;br /&gt;Motivation level to finish out the semester: 8&lt;br /&gt;Headache pain level: 5&lt;br /&gt;Pages left to read tonight: too many to count&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I caught up on Gossip Girl episodes. I liked the books, but I'm not so sure about the series. Sometimes I like it, but sometimes I don't. I want them to bring in Aaron (wasn't it Aaron who was Blair's step-bro?). He added some cool tension. I read the series back in high school so now I can't remember all the things that happened. Plus more books have come out since then.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Watched first episode of Kath and Kim. It was ... ok. Didn't really impress me or get my attention. I felt like they were trying too hard in some places. It was almost overacted. I love the sad clothes they were though. Whoever does wardrobe deserves some respect for actually finding things like that. I'll keep watching it to see how it goes. The next episodes will probably be better since the first one focused on introductions. I want to see the original.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have I mentioned that The Office is really disappointing me this season? Well, it is. Heroes, on the other hand, is kickass.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4769092813607783297-5177438161377917897?l=artofnaps.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://artofnaps.blogspot.com/feeds/5177438161377917897/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4769092813607783297&amp;postID=5177438161377917897' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4769092813607783297/posts/default/5177438161377917897'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4769092813607783297/posts/default/5177438161377917897'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://artofnaps.blogspot.com/2008/10/i-hate-headaches.html' title='I hate headaches'/><author><name>RemusRox</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02905381569139376107</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_hxIidH2B2kE/SHj6R8eYiUI/AAAAAAAAABk/KX370DACLx4/s1600-R/remusrox.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4769092813607783297.post-7268374977472422643</id><published>2008-10-08T22:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-08T22:42:26.664-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Halloween costume (?)</title><content type='html'>Number of naps so far today: 1&lt;br /&gt;Number of calories burned: 0&lt;br /&gt;Times wanted to go home: 12&lt;br /&gt;Tiredness level: 20&lt;br /&gt;Motivation to finish out the semester: 6&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't believe Kenley got to show, but Jarrel didn't! I love Project Runway, but tonight I was disappointed. I see how Kenley's design was great, but she's had the problem of imitating other designers before.  I felt like Jarrel was going to win, but I guess I'm wrong. I hope Leanne or Korto win.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm thinking about being Bella (from Twilight) for Halloween. &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.edwardandbella.net/gallery/albums/twilight/film/shoot2/007.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://www.edwardandbella.net/gallery/albums/twilight/film/shoot2/007.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;(image from Edwardandbella.net)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can do the hair no problem. I have jewelry that's similar to hers too. I don't have a shirt like that, or pants like that. Or those shoes. Here's the thing though... as awesome as it would be to wear a costume like that (because it's pretty similar to stuff I do wear) I don't think a lot of people would recognize it as Bella. I'm going to make a necklace with a massive crystal heart and an antique looking locket (with Edward's picture in it of course), so that might help fans recognize me. I could also wear my "Team Edward" shirt. Either the one I made or one that I've bought. Whatever I do I need to lose some weight. I'll just go to the gym tomorrow... a lot. And next week too... and the next week. Theoretically I could get in 10 hours between now and then. Hmmm....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4769092813607783297-7268374977472422643?l=artofnaps.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://artofnaps.blogspot.com/feeds/7268374977472422643/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4769092813607783297&amp;postID=7268374977472422643' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4769092813607783297/posts/default/7268374977472422643'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4769092813607783297/posts/default/7268374977472422643'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://artofnaps.blogspot.com/2008/10/blog-post.html' title='Halloween costume (?)'/><author><name>RemusRox</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02905381569139376107</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_hxIidH2B2kE/SHj6R8eYiUI/AAAAAAAAABk/KX370DACLx4/s1600-R/remusrox.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4769092813607783297.post-4011180641708877703</id><published>2008-10-07T20:53:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-07T21:21:43.347-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Christmas gifts already??</title><content type='html'>Number of naps so far today: 0&lt;br /&gt;Number of calories burned: 200&lt;br /&gt;Copies of Bhagawad Geeta: 3&lt;br /&gt;Pages left to write: no idea, haven't look at the syllabus' yet&lt;br /&gt;Number of massive bruises I expect to see tomorrow: 1, on my left knee&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Twilight Twilight Twilight Rob Pattinson.... Twilight... EDWARD...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's basically my mind right now. On StephenieMeyer.com there's a playlist of the movie soundtrack... and Robert Pattinson is on there. And so is muse... but I have to say I'm more excited about Robert Pattinson. I also saw that the LA premiere for the movie is November 17. Which sucks because I have school stuff that night, so I CAN'T GO! I have no words. I have lots of dissapointment and regret. I should have planned ahead more. Oh, and Coachella is also scheduled for a weekend during the school year too. Could someone whose planning any of these things please attempt to make it work with my schedules? PLEASE?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway. Here's some cute stuff to make me feel better. If I had tons of money I would totally buy this stuff for my friends and family for Christmas, but I don't have tons of money so ... too bad. First up... a coat from Urban Outfitters.com.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://images.urbanoutfitters.com/is/image/UrbanOutfitters/14917223_04_b?$magnify$"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://images.urbanoutfitters.com/is/image/UrbanOutfitters/14917223_04_b?$magnify$" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Love peacoats, and I love grey. It looks so warm. They have it in black and plaid. Don't love it $178 though. Sorry self, you won't be getting this for Christmas...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The rest are from FredFlare.com.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.fredflare.com/display_images/2164_D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 246px; height: 436px;" src="http://www.fredflare.com/display_images/2164_D.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Ice trays shaped like jewels... am I the only one amused by this? I could use juice and make really cool colored jewels too. I'm pretty sure I know a few people who would like this too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.fredflare.com/display_images/3253_D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://www.fredflare.com/display_images/3253_D.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Does anyone else remember the peanuts? I always watch the seasonal specials because they represent so much of my childhood. I remember opening up the comic section ever sunday and reading that strip first. Ahhh... I can hear the great pumpkin already....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.fredflare.com/display_images/4472_D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://www.fredflare.com/display_images/4472_D.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;These sound so legit, but also so hilarious. I want to get this for some family members who are under the false impression that they are "hip."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.fredflare.com/display_images/4441_D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://www.fredflare.com/display_images/4441_D.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I don't have pierced ears, but that doesn't stop me from wanting PB&amp;amp;J earrings. Look, they're smiling!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.fredflare.com/display_images/3656_D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://www.fredflare.com/display_images/3656_D.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I really want to get one of these for one of my fashion forward friends. I think she'd really like it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.fredflare.com/display_images/4532_D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 273px; height: 546px;" src="http://www.fredflare.com/display_images/4532_D.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I'm sure nothing would fit into that, but that doesn't stop it from being cute. I know couple of people who could use this for their excessive change.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.fredflare.com/display_images/2523_D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://www.fredflare.com/display_images/2523_D.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This looks delicious. I love frozen stuff, and hot chocolate, and frozen hot chocolate sounds wonderful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.fredflare.com/images/products_zoom/65_114.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://www.fredflare.com/images/products_zoom/65_114.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Totally me. I hate when people don't take care of my good books. I don't care about the old used books I have, but for the love of Yoda... don't drop my copy Twilight, or Sisterhood of the Traveling Pants, in mud or anything else. And give me back my books!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.fredflare.com/images/products_zoom/4090_6361.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://www.fredflare.com/images/products_zoom/4090_6361.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Guilty pleasure. I watch Gossip Girl when I get a chance. Loved to books, but love the fashions on the show better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.fredflare.com/display_images/4250_D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://www.fredflare.com/display_images/4250_D.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;More Peanuts goodness. Charlie Brown's Christmas tree. I love how it's so sad, but in the end it kinda gets redeemed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.fredflare.com/display_images/3793_D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://www.fredflare.com/display_images/3793_D.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;So massive. So awesome. These are SPEAKERS. iPod speakers. I'm in love, even though I really don't need these, but who cares?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4769092813607783297-4011180641708877703?l=artofnaps.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://artofnaps.blogspot.com/feeds/4011180641708877703/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4769092813607783297&amp;postID=4011180641708877703' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4769092813607783297/posts/default/4011180641708877703'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4769092813607783297/posts/default/4011180641708877703'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://artofnaps.blogspot.com/2008/10/christmas-gifts-already.html' title='Christmas gifts already??'/><author><name>RemusRox</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02905381569139376107</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_hxIidH2B2kE/SHj6R8eYiUI/AAAAAAAAABk/KX370DACLx4/s1600-R/remusrox.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4769092813607783297.post-5865355348008906736</id><published>2008-10-06T22:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-06T22:32:10.031-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I missed Heroes!!!</title><content type='html'>Number of naps so far today: 0&lt;br /&gt;Number of calories burned: 0&lt;br /&gt;Amount of studying done: lots and all for nothing!&lt;br /&gt;Copies of Bhagawad Geeta: 3&lt;br /&gt;Pages left to write: 0&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seriously. I missed Heroes AND Gossip Girl tonight! I can't stand not knowing what happened. Stupid school. And they aren't even up on Hulu or anything for me to watch.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4769092813607783297-5865355348008906736?l=artofnaps.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://artofnaps.blogspot.com/feeds/5865355348008906736/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4769092813607783297&amp;postID=5865355348008906736' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4769092813607783297/posts/default/5865355348008906736'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4769092813607783297/posts/default/5865355348008906736'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://artofnaps.blogspot.com/2008/10/i-missed-heroes.html' title='I missed Heroes!!!'/><author><name>RemusRox</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02905381569139376107</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_hxIidH2B2kE/SHj6R8eYiUI/AAAAAAAAABk/KX370DACLx4/s1600-R/remusrox.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4769092813607783297.post-7609850667353319789</id><published>2008-10-05T19:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-05T19:09:56.587-07:00</updated><title type='text'>no more homework please</title><content type='html'>Number of naps so far today: 1&lt;br /&gt;Number of calories burned: 0&lt;br /&gt;Amount of studying done: 2 hours&lt;br /&gt;Copies of Bhagawad Geeta: 3&lt;br /&gt;Pages left to write: 5&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hate essays and homework and studying and 8 am classes. I hate pretentious essays that must be thus amount of pages, include thus amount of quotes, cannot include these words, and must be excellent. Seriously?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hate writing now. Which is bad. Especially considering my major revolves around that. Perhaps I could relearn to love it if I had a break from school... I'm thinking vacation??? Yes. Maybe before November.... perhaps....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4769092813607783297-7609850667353319789?l=artofnaps.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://artofnaps.blogspot.com/feeds/7609850667353319789/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4769092813607783297&amp;postID=7609850667353319789' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4769092813607783297/posts/default/7609850667353319789'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4769092813607783297/posts/default/7609850667353319789'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://artofnaps.blogspot.com/2008/10/no-more-homework-please.html' title='no more homework please'/><author><name>RemusRox</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02905381569139376107</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_hxIidH2B2kE/SHj6R8eYiUI/AAAAAAAAABk/KX370DACLx4/s1600-R/remusrox.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4769092813607783297.post-3636719475893469983</id><published>2008-10-04T21:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-04T21:18:29.480-07:00</updated><title type='text'>RAIN!!!</title><content type='html'>Number of naps so far today: 1&lt;br /&gt;Number of calories burned: -200&lt;br /&gt;Times watched Pride and Prejudice: 0&lt;br /&gt;Amount of studying done: 0&lt;br /&gt;Copies of Bhagawad Geeta: 3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went to a women's talk thingy today and it was actually pretty cool. The only bad thing was it made me think about how lost I feel sometimes. I'm not one or the other. I'm just in between. I need to read some Amy Tan and other women writers to see how they deal with the in betweens of life. Traditional versus modern. One side versus the other. I just want to feel like I really belong to something, but I always feel liked I'm being pulled in serveral different directions. I could be ok with that, except for the fact that I have to check that little box every once in awhile that reduces me to one thing, typically one word. When I really don't feel like I'm one thing, but checking "other" isn't exactly descriptive either. "Other" makes me think... other species... other galaxy. I feel like people also reduce me to the race they attribute my last name to. That's not cool either. Every semester someone messes up my first name, I correct them, and then they look really carefully at the role sheet, like I'm lying, and then finally check me off. Like I wouldn't know how to say my own name.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It rained today. It kinda rained a week or so ago, but today it REALLY rained. I love rain. I love the rainy smell. The wet concrete. The soggy dirt. There's something calming about it all.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4769092813607783297-3636719475893469983?l=artofnaps.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://artofnaps.blogspot.com/feeds/3636719475893469983/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4769092813607783297&amp;postID=3636719475893469983' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4769092813607783297/posts/default/3636719475893469983'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4769092813607783297/posts/default/3636719475893469983'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://artofnaps.blogspot.com/2008/10/rain.html' title='RAIN!!!'/><author><name>RemusRox</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02905381569139376107</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_hxIidH2B2kE/SHj6R8eYiUI/AAAAAAAAABk/KX370DACLx4/s1600-R/remusrox.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4769092813607783297.post-6751434405470635433</id><published>2008-10-03T23:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-03T23:15:20.004-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Finally made something!</title><content type='html'>Number of naps so far today: 1&lt;br /&gt;Number of calories burned: 0&lt;br /&gt;Hair sadness level: 10&lt;br /&gt;Number of people I saw that I knew with my sad hair: 2&lt;br /&gt;Times watched Pride and Prejudice: 2&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I finally made something out of the awesome flannel plaid fabric I got as a remnant from Joann's. It still needs to be finished, seams, buttons, stuff like that, but the basic garment is complete. I was originally going to make an awesome lined hoodie, but I really didn't have enough plaid to make it. Then I was going to settle for a hoodie, but I cut it too small on the bottom, and too loose around the top. Then I sat around for a week and finally tonight I figured out what to do. Either I could cut it into a cropped hoodie, or I could make a capelet. I decided to make a capelet. It's actually pretty cute. It has a hoodie and once I have time (next weekend) I'm going to add awesome button closures. I'll take pictures as soon as it's wearable. I'm so proud.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4769092813607783297-6751434405470635433?l=artofnaps.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://artofnaps.blogspot.com/feeds/6751434405470635433/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4769092813607783297&amp;postID=6751434405470635433' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4769092813607783297/posts/default/6751434405470635433'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4769092813607783297/posts/default/6751434405470635433'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://artofnaps.blogspot.com/2008/10/finally-made-something.html' title='Finally made something!'/><author><name>RemusRox</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02905381569139376107</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_hxIidH2B2kE/SHj6R8eYiUI/AAAAAAAAABk/KX370DACLx4/s1600-R/remusrox.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4769092813607783297.post-1453578650980036943</id><published>2008-10-03T14:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-03T15:09:17.543-07:00</updated><title type='text'>More movies</title><content type='html'>2012&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Iron man 3: yes, already a three, which I assume means they're making a second one between now and then. Hope they don't totally kill the franchise.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Hobbit 2: Assuming that they are making it a two part movie because, unless I'm horribly mistaken there isn't a sequel to The Hobbit. Might also be events between The Hobbit and Fellowship. Either one will be cool. Peter Jackson is on for it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2011&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Bard (second part?): About Robert Burns one of my fav poets. Cool that they're making this. I know Gerard Butler was supposed to make a Robert Burns movie years ago, but I guess he's too good for that now....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Brave New World: Guessing it's based on the book that I've been meaning to read. Seriously, is there ever time to read anymore?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chronicles of Narnia: Silver Chair: Another one? Notice the trend of developing a sequel before the other movies are successful....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dylanology: Really cool premise. About the people surrounding Bob Dylan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;H. R. Pufnstuff: What's with making old things new again? I will probably see this. Can't wait to see Fraggle Rock.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Hobbit: First part. All I really know is Ian McKellen and Andy Serkis are on for it. I really don't need more reasons to see this movie than those.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How to be Single: Not much about this, but I will assume it is a biopic of my life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sex and the City 2: Could be fabulous, could be failure. We'll have to see. Just waiting for the day they make Gossip Girl into a movie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sigmund and the Sea Monsters: See H. R. Pufnstuff above.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Spanking Shakespeare: Bummed that there isn't any more info on this. I have no idea what this about. I'm slightly weirded out, but also curious.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Valentine's Day: Directed by the king of American Romcoms, Garry Marshall. Sounds like Love Actually, only on valentine's day instead of Christmas. Will most likely see this.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4769092813607783297-1453578650980036943?l=artofnaps.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://artofnaps.blogspot.com/feeds/1453578650980036943/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4769092813607783297&amp;postID=1453578650980036943' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4769092813607783297/posts/default/1453578650980036943'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4769092813607783297/posts/default/1453578650980036943'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://artofnaps.blogspot.com/2008/10/more-movies.html' title='More movies'/><author><name>RemusRox</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02905381569139376107</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_hxIidH2B2kE/SHj6R8eYiUI/AAAAAAAAABk/KX370DACLx4/s1600-R/remusrox.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4769092813607783297.post-7444648143922393088</id><published>2008-10-02T23:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-03T00:23:59.829-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Movies in 2010</title><content type='html'>I was on imdb today and I found a link to "School of Rock 2: America Rocks." No lie. There's nothing on it, but I assume it's the sequel to Jack Black's movie. It's scheduled for 2010, so maybe it'll be updated in the next few months.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Aida" is also coming out in 2010, which is cool since I've never seen it on stage.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ooo... and Tim Burton's "Alice in Wonderland" is coming out too. I just saw some production photos of Alice on costumer's guide, and I want that jacket! Johnny Depp is supposed to be the Mad Hatter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Wicked" is also supposed to be made into a movie. As long as they cast Menzel and Chenowith I'll be ok with it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Anchorman 2" .... I just had a conversation today about how he needs to stop making movies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Austin Powers 4"??? Why? Another guy that needs to stop with the movies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Chronicles of Narnia: The Voyage of Dawn Treader" Never read it. Probably should. Still want to see it even though they make me laugh at innapropriate moments.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Clash of the Titans" a remake. I've always wanted to see the original. I hope they don't totally ruin it for the hardcore fans of the original.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Eat, Pray, Love" is apparently in the works to. I'm guessing it's based on the book. I read the book and wasn't impressed. I just kept wanting that woman to get over it and start enjoying her life instead of depending on men. I think Meg Ryan would be the perfect actress for the lead role.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Emma" is an Austen novel dear to my heart, so I'm hoping that this movie is based on the book. Of all the adaptations of Emma I hate to say "Clueless" was the best.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Fahrenheit 451" Liked the book. I'm pretty sure this was already made into a movie at some point. Hopefully this will be a pretty decent adaptation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"The Friday Night Knitting Club" sounds like a romcom and it has Julia Roberts. Chic-flick that I will most likely see.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Garbo" I actually think this will be cool. She was an interesting woman. I think it'll be cool to see how her life is translated into a movie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Hairspray 2" John Waters is on for it. I don't really know what to say. I guess it could be good, but it could also be a complete disaster. I thought the first one ended pretty nicely, but I guess there could be more (?).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Harold and Kumar 3" is this really necessary?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"The History of Love" Alfonso Cuaron is making another movie!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I dream of Jeannie" Really? I hope this is actually about the series unlike "Bewitched".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"The Jungle Book" Live action. I might be mistaken, but I remember a live action one from my childhood. It wasn't that bad. Don't think I'll watch this one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Knights Templar" I hope this is as awesome as it should be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"New Moon" I'm thinking this is the sequel to Twilight. Not totally excited for this since it was my least fav of the series, but I'll watch it anyway (as long as it has Robert Pattinson). Don't know how non-fans will like the majority of the movie being about Bella's depression.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Sherlock Holmes" It has Robert Downey jr. How could it not be good?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Shrek Goes Fourth" No... it shouldn't.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Toy Story 3" Cute that it is aging. Supposed to be about the kid going to college.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Wuthering Heights" If Robert Pattinson was in this I'd be all for it. I wasn't that much of a fan of the book.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4769092813607783297-7444648143922393088?l=artofnaps.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://artofnaps.blogspot.com/feeds/7444648143922393088/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4769092813607783297&amp;postID=7444648143922393088' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4769092813607783297/posts/default/7444648143922393088'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4769092813607783297/posts/default/7444648143922393088'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://artofnaps.blogspot.com/2008/10/movies-in-2010.html' title='Movies in 2010'/><author><name>RemusRox</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02905381569139376107</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_hxIidH2B2kE/SHj6R8eYiUI/AAAAAAAAABk/KX370DACLx4/s1600-R/remusrox.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4769092813607783297.post-3391389133233475062</id><published>2008-10-02T22:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-02T23:48:48.221-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Books</title><content type='html'>Number of naps so far today: 1&lt;br /&gt;Number of calories burned: 0&lt;br /&gt;Hair sadness level: 5&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't remember if I've mentioned this before, but I love the smell of books. I don't know if it's the age, dust or paper, but there's something distinct about their smell. I was using a dictionary in class today and I got a whiff of it as I was turning the pages, then I got closer and just flipped through the pages. It was such a unique smell. It reminded me of immediately of the Sabriel books I have. It's weird though because the dictionary was super old, but my Sabriel books aren't nearly as old. So maybe I just judge books by the type of paper or something. Whatever it is I like it. I'll never forget the way my first Harry Potter book smelled. It was a paperback of the first book. Everytime I smell that book I think of the first time I read Harry Potter, all the late night book releases, the movies, having amazing moments with my friends, convention fun and hours I've spent just rereading the series.&lt;br /&gt;I wonder if anyone else feels this way about books?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm watching "French Kiss" and I know it's cheesy, but i love it. There's something so romantic about Europe. And accents.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4769092813607783297-3391389133233475062?l=artofnaps.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://artofnaps.blogspot.com/feeds/3391389133233475062/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4769092813607783297&amp;postID=3391389133233475062' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4769092813607783297/posts/default/3391389133233475062'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4769092813607783297/posts/default/3391389133233475062'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://artofnaps.blogspot.com/2008/10/books.html' title='Books'/><author><name>RemusRox</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02905381569139376107</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_hxIidH2B2kE/SHj6R8eYiUI/AAAAAAAAABk/KX370DACLx4/s1600-R/remusrox.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4769092813607783297.post-3202264892067257055</id><published>2008-10-01T21:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-01T21:30:02.603-07:00</updated><title type='text'>blisterrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr</title><content type='html'>Number of naps so far today: 1&lt;br /&gt;Number of calories burned: 0&lt;br /&gt;Icky moments: not so many&lt;br /&gt;Hair sadness level: 22&lt;br /&gt;Blisters popped: 1&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I burned my finger pretty badly the other day while cooking. It immediately got all glazed over and shiny. Then last night I realized that if I touched the blistered part I couldn't feel anything, plus it was super swollen. I kinda had a hard time making a fist with my hand because of it. So I figured I needed to pop it. And I did. And it was icky. But now it's super sore. And I have to wear a band aid over it. I hate band aids because it makes the skin under it all soggy. Ugh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On a less gross note. HP tours is now doing Twilight Tours. YESSS!! I really want to go on the Volterra Trip. It's probably super expensive and they probably spend no time in Volterra. I would totally settle for any of the trips in Washington though. I just want to see FORKS!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I'm watching Project Runway right now. I really think Kenley is going home since they did the whole "reflection on your life" thing. Plus I think she's been super rude to Tim and the judges. Which is a no-no.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4769092813607783297-3202264892067257055?l=artofnaps.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://artofnaps.blogspot.com/feeds/3202264892067257055/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4769092813607783297&amp;postID=3202264892067257055' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4769092813607783297/posts/default/3202264892067257055'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4769092813607783297/posts/default/3202264892067257055'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://artofnaps.blogspot.com/2008/10/blisterrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr.html' title='blisterrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr'/><author><name>RemusRox</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02905381569139376107</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_hxIidH2B2kE/SHj6R8eYiUI/AAAAAAAAABk/KX370DACLx4/s1600-R/remusrox.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4769092813607783297.post-2784729720661407360</id><published>2008-09-30T15:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-30T21:36:10.141-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Still icky</title><content type='html'>Number of naps so far today: 2&lt;br /&gt;Number of calories burned: 0&lt;br /&gt;Icky moments: tons&lt;br /&gt;Soreness level: 4&lt;br /&gt;Cookies: none. I have no cookies!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I still feel icky. Same as yesterday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But an e-mail from Barnes and Noble makes me feel so much better. It's almost October (my favorite month) which means it's almost Halloween (the best holiday ever). And what would be better than Halloween and October goodness? Wicked. YES!!!! (if anyone who knows me actually reads this take note because this is early b-day, Christmas, gift-giving day ideas)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://images.barnesandnoble.com/images/32940000/32940201.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 273px; height: 465px;" src="http://images.barnesandnoble.com/images/32940000/32940201.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Grimmerie!! $25. Totally worth it. &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://images.barnesandnoble.com/images/31420000/31423519.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 306px; height: 441px;" src="http://images.barnesandnoble.com/images/31420000/31423519.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This bag is out of stock. WTF people? I totally need one too!!! I have to visit Barnes and Noble tomorrow to see if by chance they have some. $18 Seriously. I want.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://images.barnesandnoble.com/images/31490000/31497177.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 304px; height: 424px;" src="http://images.barnesandnoble.com/images/31490000/31497177.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My favorite song. Ever. EVER!!!!!! $12&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://images.barnesandnoble.com/images/31420000/31423513.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 247px; height: 339px;" src="http://images.barnesandnoble.com/images/31420000/31423513.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Popular, also one of my favorites. I have to have it too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://images.barnesandnoble.com/images/31490000/31497179.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 316px; height: 428px;" src="http://images.barnesandnoble.com/images/31490000/31497179.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I could totally use this for... whatever. I just want it. $7&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://images.barnesandnoble.com/images/31420000/31423515.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://images.barnesandnoble.com/images/31420000/31423515.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Double-sided!!!? what? Who wouldn't want a double-sided anything? $9&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://images.barnesandnoble.com/images/32940000/32940205.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 278px; height: 476px;" src="http://images.barnesandnoble.com/images/32940000/32940205.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Leather bound and only $18. No joke. Want. &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://images.barnesandnoble.com/images/29240000/29249704.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 233px; height: 357px;" src="http://images.barnesandnoble.com/images/29240000/29249704.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another book pertaining to Wicked? Want by default. $16&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://images.barnesandnoble.com/images/32090000/32099344.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 301px; height: 212px;" src="http://images.barnesandnoble.com/images/32090000/32099344.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pens... Wicked themed PENS! $9 Worth every penny&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://images.barnesandnoble.com/images/31420000/31423517.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 268px; height: 370px;" src="http://images.barnesandnoble.com/images/31420000/31423517.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A journal that locks. so cool. because I would write so much in there. Not. But who cares? I don't $14&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://images.barnesandnoble.com/images/29670000/29675021.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 281px; height: 333px;" src="http://images.barnesandnoble.com/images/29670000/29675021.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Puzzles&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://images.barnesandnoble.com/images/29670000/29675019.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 236px; height: 279px;" src="http://images.barnesandnoble.com/images/29670000/29675019.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;seriously&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://images.barnesandnoble.com/images/29670000/29675023.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 275px; height: 324px;" src="http://images.barnesandnoble.com/images/29670000/29675023.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love puzzles. $14 each... ouch... but so pretty. Cannot not get them. Must go to store. SOON. (spending almost $200 on all Wicked stuff isn't bad is it??)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What is this feeling??? it's so sudden... so new... oh it's just me heart beating out of my body from excitement. I need to lay down again....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4769092813607783297-2784729720661407360?l=artofnaps.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://artofnaps.blogspot.com/feeds/2784729720661407360/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4769092813607783297&amp;postID=2784729720661407360' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4769092813607783297/posts/default/2784729720661407360'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4769092813607783297/posts/default/2784729720661407360'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://artofnaps.blogspot.com/2008/09/still-icky.html' title='Still icky'/><author><name>RemusRox</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02905381569139376107</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_hxIidH2B2kE/SHj6R8eYiUI/AAAAAAAAABk/KX370DACLx4/s1600-R/remusrox.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4769092813607783297.post-5014866609977542414</id><published>2008-09-29T16:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-30T15:24:52.405-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Icky icky icky</title><content type='html'>Number of naps so far today: 3&lt;br /&gt;Number of calories burned: 0&lt;br /&gt;Icky moments: many&lt;br /&gt;Hours watching stuff on Hulu: 0&lt;br /&gt;Soreness level: 8&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hate feeling sick. I hate not being about to use my nose properly. I hate how things taste when I"m sick too. I hate that achy feeling, like I've stretched everything the wrong way and can't make it go back. I hate how my head feels like it's on fire, and yet not. I hate the feeling like I can't hear properly either. I hate going from hot to cold and back, and then waking up sweaty even though it's not hot. I hate missing school because of it. I hate being sick.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wish I had some waffles right now. Belgium waffles like I had the other night with my BFF. Even though I don't feel like eating, I think I could force down those waffles right now.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4769092813607783297-5014866609977542414?l=artofnaps.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://artofnaps.blogspot.com/feeds/5014866609977542414/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4769092813607783297&amp;postID=5014866609977542414' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4769092813607783297/posts/default/5014866609977542414'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4769092813607783297/posts/default/5014866609977542414'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://artofnaps.blogspot.com/2008/09/icky-icky-icky.html' title='Icky icky icky'/><author><name>RemusRox</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02905381569139376107</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_hxIidH2B2kE/SHj6R8eYiUI/AAAAAAAAABk/KX370DACLx4/s1600-R/remusrox.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4769092813607783297.post-1647701249384177263</id><published>2008-09-28T13:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-28T14:09:20.684-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Must study</title><content type='html'>Number of naps so far today: 1&lt;br /&gt;Number of calories burned: 0&lt;br /&gt;Hours studying: 0&lt;br /&gt;Hours watching stuff on Hulu: about 2&lt;br /&gt;Stress level: 8&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really should be studying, but I just can't bring myself to do it. I'd much rather sleep or watch movies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;People should pay more attention to the crap they write about. If you have a blog, for the love of Yoda, don't write something you'd be embarrassed about. If you wouldn't show it to a parent, or close friend, then don't post it. I recently was looking at someone's profile and saw that they had a blog. I read it and I will never be able to look at that person again. I can only imagine what employers think of that stuff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm still kind of on the fence about the new episode of the Office. I don't see why they had to bring Ryan back in the first ep. That could have waited and been a bigger plot point. Admittedly it is cool to see him starting from the bottom again. I don't know. I just want Pam to come back so there can be some cool pranks on Dwight. Silly shows distracting me from life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want a macbook. Why does the black one cost so much more than the white one? Essentially they are the same except for the color. Gah. I really want to order mine now, but I said I'd wait until Christmas.... Decisions decisions...  Maybe around christmas they'll have a nice deal, include an iPod or something.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4769092813607783297-1647701249384177263?l=artofnaps.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://artofnaps.blogspot.com/feeds/1647701249384177263/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4769092813607783297&amp;postID=1647701249384177263' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4769092813607783297/posts/default/1647701249384177263'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4769092813607783297/posts/default/1647701249384177263'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://artofnaps.blogspot.com/2008/09/must-study.html' title='Must study'/><author><name>RemusRox</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02905381569139376107</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_hxIidH2B2kE/SHj6R8eYiUI/AAAAAAAAABk/KX370DACLx4/s1600-R/remusrox.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4769092813607783297.post-7820605202860682902</id><published>2008-09-28T00:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-01-25T12:55:24.248-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Finally caught up</title><content type='html'>Number of naps so far today: 2&lt;br /&gt;Number of calories burned: 0&lt;br /&gt;Hours studying: 0&lt;br /&gt;Hours watching stuff on Hulu: about 5&lt;br /&gt;Stress level: 5&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I so should have been studying and writing the massive essay I have due this week, but I didn't. I was out of town for a bit and now I'm back. I was gone on the worst days. Thursday was The Office, which is something I basically live and breath for. And then Friday I missed the debate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today I got back and caught up on all the crap I missed. Heroes (episodes 1 and 2) was badass. I still have tons of questions all the freaking time, but it isn't as bad as Lost. I feel like Lost could atleast answer a few questions without having to create millions more. Give me something solid to work with. I watched the ep. of Grey's Anatomy. Not a show I pay much attention too, but I might have to now that I'm obsessed with Hulu and basically anything on the net. There are so many things to watch and so little time. Ugly Betty was cute. I just want Gio to come back though. I got to watch The Office too. Not much to say except I totally teared up when Jim popped the question. I'm totally annoyed with Pam's "friend" who just happens to have to same kind of humor as Jim. I'm sure they're going to turn that into some crappy love triangle. I hope Toby comes back, poor guy. As much as I'd love for Michael and Holly to get together, I really don't think it would work. Michael is always going to be in some crap with Jan, and Holly is too nice to get involved with that. And Andy just needs to go away. Far far away. A castle far far away where no one can hear him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For realz.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Attempted to make a jacket today, but stupid machine won't sew through 4 layers of fleece. I'll probably have to hand sew it, and at this rate it'll be done by May. Great.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I need to get my ears pierced.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4769092813607783297-7820605202860682902?l=artofnaps.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://artofnaps.blogspot.com/feeds/7820605202860682902/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4769092813607783297&amp;postID=7820605202860682902' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4769092813607783297/posts/default/7820605202860682902'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4769092813607783297/posts/default/7820605202860682902'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://artofnaps.blogspot.com/2008/09/finally-caught-up.html' title='Finally caught up'/><author><name>RemusRox</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02905381569139376107</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_hxIidH2B2kE/SHj6R8eYiUI/AAAAAAAAABk/KX370DACLx4/s1600-R/remusrox.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4769092813607783297.post-2415529053155151157</id><published>2008-09-23T17:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-23T17:45:05.361-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Talkin' like the Bard is cool</title><content type='html'>Number of naps so far today: 0&lt;br /&gt;Number of calories burned: 0&lt;br /&gt;Cookies: too many to mention&lt;br /&gt;Speeches memorized, plays read, any studying whatsoever: 0&lt;br /&gt;Stress level: 12&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes I think about how cool Elizabethan English is, well atleast how cool Shakespeare's plays are. I'm sure not everyone talked in an elegant way, but it's nice to think they might have. I love reading his plays and laughing at the double entendres. (check out the insult generator on the sidebar for amusement) Wouldn't it be fun for people to be witty like that all the time? I guess it would get annoying after awhile, but it would still be pretty cool.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bob Dylan has some poetry in the New York Times. &lt;a href="http://www.newyorker.com/fiction/poetry/2008/09/22/080922po_poem_dylan2"&gt;21  &lt;/a&gt;and &lt;a href="http://www.newyorker.com/fiction/poetry/2008/09/22/080922po_poem_dylan1"&gt;17 &lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is is a coincidence that I talked about Shakespeare AND Bob Dylan today? Perhaps.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4769092813607783297-2415529053155151157?l=artofnaps.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://artofnaps.blogspot.com/feeds/2415529053155151157/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4769092813607783297&amp;postID=2415529053155151157' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4769092813607783297/posts/default/2415529053155151157'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4769092813607783297/posts/default/2415529053155151157'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://artofnaps.blogspot.com/2008/09/talkin-like-bard-is-cool.html' title='Talkin&apos; like the Bard is cool'/><author><name>RemusRox</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02905381569139376107</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_hxIidH2B2kE/SHj6R8eYiUI/AAAAAAAAABk/KX370DACLx4/s1600-R/remusrox.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4769092813607783297.post-287612337112645295</id><published>2008-09-19T23:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-20T00:09:39.900-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Reading... finally</title><content type='html'>&lt;img src="file:///C:/DOCUME%7E1/HP_ADM%7E1/LOCALS%7E1/Temp/moz-screenshot-2.jpg" alt="" /&gt;&lt;img src="file:///C:/DOCUME%7E1/HP_ADM%7E1/LOCALS%7E1/Temp/moz-screenshot-3.jpg" alt="" /&gt;Number of naps so far today: 0&lt;br /&gt;Number of calories burned: 0&lt;br /&gt;Pieces of cake: 1&lt;br /&gt;Books finished (finally): 1&lt;br /&gt;Books reading now: 5&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Basically, I'm lazy. Not much to talk about right now except that I really need to work on my speech for class, story assignments, and I must remember to go to event tomorrow night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But there is a super cute ring from Target.com. It's from the new Dean Harris line.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://ecx.images-amazon.com/images/I/41K6nrBDm0L._SS260_.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 167px; height: 167px;" src="http://ecx.images-amazon.com/images/I/41K6nrBDm0L._SS260_.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then I saw that Lucky Brand Jeans had BEATLES inspired stuff....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.luckybrandjeans.com/cImages/Website_0/type_496/LBX13613_251367.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 197px; height: 294px;" src="http://www.luckybrandjeans.com/cImages/Website_0/type_496/LBX13613_251367.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.luckybrandjeans.com/cImages/Website_0/type_496/LBX13296_254604.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 227px; height: 342px;" src="http://www.luckybrandjeans.com/cImages/Website_0/type_496/LBX13296_254604.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ahhhh......&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.luckybrandjeans.com/cImages/Website_0/type_496/LBX15492_260523.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 164px; height: 211px;" src="http://www.luckybrandjeans.com/cImages/Website_0/type_496/LBX15492_260523.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.luckybrandjeans.com/cImages/Website_0/type_496/LBX13588_232358.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 157px; height: 234px;" src="http://www.luckybrandjeans.com/cImages/Website_0/type_496/LBX13588_232358.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wonder if I can spend my college fund money on jewelry....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4769092813607783297-287612337112645295?l=artofnaps.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://artofnaps.blogspot.com/feeds/287612337112645295/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4769092813607783297&amp;postID=287612337112645295' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4769092813607783297/posts/default/287612337112645295'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4769092813607783297/posts/default/287612337112645295'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://artofnaps.blogspot.com/2008/09/reading-finally.html' title='Reading... finally'/><author><name>RemusRox</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02905381569139376107</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_hxIidH2B2kE/SHj6R8eYiUI/AAAAAAAAABk/KX370DACLx4/s1600-R/remusrox.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4769092813607783297.post-758236550114219825</id><published>2008-09-17T22:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-18T00:32:58.756-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Just wants it to be January already</title><content type='html'>Number of naps so far today: 1&lt;br /&gt;Number of calories burned: 0&lt;br /&gt;Scoops of ice cream: 1&lt;br /&gt;Weird moments that it rained: 0&lt;br /&gt;Cookies bought: 2&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Got home today to find out the the water wasn't working, and hadn't been all day. So, I figure I'll wait awhile to take my usual after school shower because the water is bound to come on soon. No. Hours later my neighbors have water, but I do not. Of all of the apartments mine was the one they forgot to turn back on. The one person who is almost OCD about taking showers. Ugh. So called our manager (who wasn't in her office during her office hours and hasn't ever been really) and we finally get our water back. But I was pissed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And now I can't remember the combination to my lock. And I can't remember where I put the paper with the combination, but that's not surprising since I haven't used the lock in four years.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4769092813607783297-758236550114219825?l=artofnaps.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://artofnaps.blogspot.com/feeds/758236550114219825/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4769092813607783297&amp;postID=758236550114219825' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4769092813607783297/posts/default/758236550114219825'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4769092813607783297/posts/default/758236550114219825'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://artofnaps.blogspot.com/2008/09/just-wants-it-to-be-january-already.html' title='Just wants it to be January already'/><author><name>RemusRox</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02905381569139376107</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_hxIidH2B2kE/SHj6R8eYiUI/AAAAAAAAABk/KX370DACLx4/s1600-R/remusrox.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4769092813607783297.post-7959076958996489834</id><published>2008-09-16T21:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-16T22:20:56.359-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Dreams are surprisingly realistic</title><content type='html'>Number of naps so far today: 1&lt;br /&gt;Number of calories burned: 0&lt;br /&gt;Number of classes skipped: 0&lt;br /&gt;Scoops of ice cream: 2&lt;br /&gt;Weird moments that it rained: 2&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seriously, rain? Come on, we don't get rain ever and the first time we do no one predicts it or admits they were wrong. Hopefully it'll rain out the fair so all that dust won't kick up in the air. eww.... And rain sucks more for me because if fall actually starts this week I won't be able to wear pants. I gained weight over the summer so I'm super screwed because all I have for winter is jeans.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And now for more homework procrastination (which my dream was about).... ahhh Urban Outfitters, how I love thee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://images.urbanoutfitters.com/is/image/UrbanOutfitters/15348170_30_b?$detailmain$"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://images.urbanoutfitters.com/is/image/UrbanOutfitters/15348170_30_b?$detailmain$" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's cute AND plaid. And it has ruffles. AND useless buttons. Who wouldn't want that?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://images.urbanoutfitters.com/is/image/UrbanOutfitters/15350796_01_b?$detailmain$"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://images.urbanoutfitters.com/is/image/UrbanOutfitters/15350796_01_b?$detailmain$" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do I really need to say anything?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://images.urbanoutfitters.com/is/image/UrbanOutfitters/14253645_20_b?$detailmain$"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://images.urbanoutfitters.com/is/image/UrbanOutfitters/14253645_20_b?$detailmain$" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not sure about this trend. I might have to try it once (with a hemp headband I am currently working on). I would like it more if I didn't think (know) that it would make my hair look like a giant fluffy mushroom.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4769092813607783297-7959076958996489834?l=artofnaps.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://artofnaps.blogspot.com/feeds/7959076958996489834/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4769092813607783297&amp;postID=7959076958996489834' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4769092813607783297/posts/default/7959076958996489834'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4769092813607783297/posts/default/7959076958996489834'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://artofnaps.blogspot.com/2008/09/dreams-are-surprisingly-realistic.html' title='Dreams are surprisingly realistic'/><author><name>RemusRox</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02905381569139376107</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_hxIidH2B2kE/SHj6R8eYiUI/AAAAAAAAABk/KX370DACLx4/s1600-R/remusrox.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4769092813607783297.post-6894494686227616857</id><published>2008-09-15T15:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-15T19:47:47.702-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The signs are there</title><content type='html'>Number of naps so far today: 1&lt;br /&gt;Number of calories burned: 0&lt;br /&gt;Number of classes skipped: 1&lt;br /&gt;Scoops of ice cream: 2&lt;br /&gt;Signs telling me that I should complete my b-day manifesto: a lot&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One thing I left off of my b-day resolution/manifesto list was that I was finally going to pluck up the courage to tell this guy how I feel. I've been putting this off forever and I've regretted not saying anything (I'm a loser and didn't figure out how awesomely awesome he was until later). Anyway... today all the signs were there....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In one of my classes we were talking about Hamlet and we got off on to the discussion of putting things off. My prof used the example of asking someone out. It seems simple. Yes or no. But to me there's that whole extra layer of emotion and rejection. Eww.... Then there's the whole idea that once you say it, you can never unsay it. Last semester we talked a lot about that when reading the Love Song of J Alfred Prufrock. Man, that poem really made me freak out because I totally understand his situation more than I should.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life is so complicated as it is, so why does it have to be made more complicated by the fear of rejection?????&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And why do people think Babar is some &lt;a href="http://www.newyorker.com/reporting/2008/09/22/080922fa_fact_gopnik"&gt;political statement&lt;/a&gt;???  Sweet mother of Yoda. I can't even look on Yahoo anymore.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4769092813607783297-6894494686227616857?l=artofnaps.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://artofnaps.blogspot.com/feeds/6894494686227616857/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4769092813607783297&amp;postID=6894494686227616857' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4769092813607783297/posts/default/6894494686227616857'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4769092813607783297/posts/default/6894494686227616857'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://artofnaps.blogspot.com/2008/09/signs-are-there.html' title='The signs are there'/><author><name>RemusRox</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02905381569139376107</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_hxIidH2B2kE/SHj6R8eYiUI/AAAAAAAAABk/KX370DACLx4/s1600-R/remusrox.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4769092813607783297.post-2747914219927895180</id><published>2008-09-14T22:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-01-25T12:58:58.213-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Fast food is so bad... it's good</title><content type='html'>Number of naps so far today: 1&lt;br /&gt;Number of calories burned: 0&lt;br /&gt;Number of hours studied: 3&lt;br /&gt;Number of fast food places visited: 2&lt;br /&gt;Fascinators finished: 5&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love the gardenburgers they make at this one fast food place in town, and this afternoon I just had to have one. Then I realized that since I was already there I might as well have some of their deep fried mushrooms. And since I would have to have something sweet I got a pie from the place next door. My goal to lose weight is not working. At this rate no one will recognize me. Everytime I start a diet this happens. I start getting all hungry and craving sweets. Ugh. &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4769092813607783297-2747914219927895180?l=artofnaps.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://artofnaps.blogspot.com/feeds/2747914219927895180/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4769092813607783297&amp;postID=2747914219927895180' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4769092813607783297/posts/default/2747914219927895180'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4769092813607783297/posts/default/2747914219927895180'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://artofnaps.blogspot.com/2008/09/fast-food-is-so-bad-its-good.html' title='Fast food is so bad... it&apos;s good'/><author><name>RemusRox</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02905381569139376107</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_hxIidH2B2kE/SHj6R8eYiUI/AAAAAAAAABk/KX370DACLx4/s1600-R/remusrox.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4769092813607783297.post-4455153546280888774</id><published>2008-09-13T16:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-13T16:45:45.652-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Bangs, again, maybe</title><content type='html'>Number of naps so far today: 0&lt;br /&gt;Number of calories burned: 0&lt;br /&gt;Failed trips to Target to get replacement Pride and Prejudice DVD: 0&lt;br /&gt;Number of hours studied: 0&lt;br /&gt;Dresses started: 1&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was watching "Failure to Launch" today while I was reading/crocheting/making a dress and I realized I missed my bangs. I've been attempting to grow out my crappy side bangs, but they look so crappy right now. When I saw Zooey Deschanel's bangs I started thinking about cutting my bangs again. I love her hair and her style, but mostly her hair. Seriously. Her bangs aren't too long, or too short, and she doesn't straighten the rest of her hair a lot of times, which I could go for.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One major problem with bangs... maintenence. I would have to keep them from getting too long and since my hair curls I'd have to straighten them constantly. Then if I got tired of them I'd have to wait for them to grow out. Which I hate. I'd almost wait until the end of the semester to cut them, but what if I totally hate them? Then I'd have to let them grow out after I move. And then everyone I met would see my half-assed hair. First impressions are everything (atleast that's what my communications teacher said). But if I cut them now and hate them I'd have time to let them grow out a little. Gah. But I've been trying to grow them out for months now, so cutting them now would be a waste of time. But I really hate my hair now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Crap.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4769092813607783297-4455153546280888774?l=artofnaps.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://artofnaps.blogspot.com/feeds/4455153546280888774/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4769092813607783297&amp;postID=4455153546280888774' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4769092813607783297/posts/default/4455153546280888774'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4769092813607783297/posts/default/4455153546280888774'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://artofnaps.blogspot.com/2008/09/bangs-again-maybe.html' title='Bangs, again, maybe'/><author><name>RemusRox</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02905381569139376107</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_hxIidH2B2kE/SHj6R8eYiUI/AAAAAAAAABk/KX370DACLx4/s1600-R/remusrox.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4769092813607783297.post-7522305070896791963</id><published>2008-09-12T23:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-13T01:20:05.984-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I miss Psych!!!</title><content type='html'>Number of naps so far today: 1 (super long too)&lt;br /&gt;New episodes of Psych left: 0 (so sad)&lt;br /&gt;Number of hours at gym: about 2&lt;br /&gt;Number of calories burned: 350&lt;br /&gt;Failed trips to Target to get replacement Pride and Prejudice DVD: 2&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It just went off, but I really, really miss Psych. I love it like I love The Office. Seriously. That's saying a lot. I just wish they had gotten together at the end. But then again, when Pam and Jim got together in The Office there wasn't a whole lot left to do, so they came up with all these not so awesome things to complicate their relationship. Ugh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, no new Psych until January. Which is sad, but cool, since I'll be at college by that time. Hopefully I'll get USA in my dorm. And Sci-Fi. AND TRAVEL CHANNEL! I can't think about it....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was looking at the new runway shows and I LOVE the Spring '09 Anna Sui collection.&lt;br /&gt;It was a cool mix of color rich bohemian (my person style) and simple black and white matador inspired clothes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://nymag.com/fashion/fashionshows/2009/spring/main/newyork/womenrunway/annasui/images/6.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://nymag.com/fashion/fashionshows/2009/spring/main/newyork/womenrunway/annasui/images/6.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I love this (though I think it could have been done in more vibrant colors than this, especially since the collection seemed to focus on textiles). I have tons of skirts like this and I like that she combined a vest (with a boho twist) with a sheer peasant top.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://nymag.com/fashion/fashionshows/2009/spring/main/newyork/womenrunway/annasui/images/11.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://nymag.com/fashion/fashionshows/2009/spring/main/newyork/womenrunway/annasui/images/11.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Look at those colors! Love the scarf as a belt. I've been using ties for belts (and headbands) for years, but I've never really thought about pairing a scarf with a skirt like that. I must do it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://nymag.com/fashion/fashionshows/2009/spring/main/newyork/womenrunway/annasui/images/31.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://nymag.com/fashion/fashionshows/2009/spring/main/newyork/womenrunway/annasui/images/31.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;When I was with my friend at Torrid the other day I saw tons of shirts (shorter of course) like this. I can never find shirts like this in my size and I was so bummed Torrid didn't have any in my size. I guess I'm just in that in between size the no one wants to cater to. I'm not big enough to shop at Torrid (which has the coolest clothes ever, I would almost gain weight just to be able to shop there) and I'm too big to really be able to find clothes I LIKE at department stores. Target has been my haven for years. Anyway. I have some extra fabric and I'm totally making this for myself. Sans massive lace.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://nymag.com/fashion/fashionshows/2009/spring/main/newyork/womenrunway/annasui/images/27.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://nymag.com/fashion/fashionshows/2009/spring/main/newyork/womenrunway/annasui/images/27.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Also going to try to make something like this, only longer because with an ass like mine sitting down in something this short isn't an option. I like how it's a mod style dress, but it's in boho colors. Love Love Love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://nymag.com/fashion/fashionshows/2009/spring/main/newyork/details/annasui/images/18.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://nymag.com/fashion/fashionshows/2009/spring/main/newyork/details/annasui/images/18.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Ok, these shoes literally make me want to cry. I have to have them. I don't care the cost. And that's saying something since I'm super cheap. Since I was a little girl I've always loved anything and everything Egyptian. I wanted to be an Egyptologist for the longest time (the day came when I realized I needed to make money in order to live comfortably). I worship Zahi Hawass (famous Egyptologist and Director of Antiquities at Cairo if I remember correctly). He's on Discovery Channel stuff all the time (surprised they haven't taken away Discovery Channel yet). So when I was looking over the runway pictures (http://nymag.com/fashion/fashionshows/) I glimpsed the shoes and I flailed around until I found a closeup. There they are, my perfect shoes. Gold, my favorite gold shoes finally had to be retired this month. Not to tall, nice because I don't care to increase my height even though I probably should. SANDALS, which are the only things I live in (excepting the days it rains, then I just can't avoid pulling out my converse). And Egyptian. I tried tracking them down, but there aren't a whole lot of links up on people's websites. Not surprising since this happened yesterday.&lt;br /&gt;If I could include every piece of her collection here I would, but I can't because it would go one forever. Seriously, go check it out. It's the most fabulous thing I've seen. I literally want every piece. But alas, I am but a college student and cannot afford to throw my money away on things like clothes. Which is why I sew.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Edit: Dr. Horrible's Sing-A-Long-Blog is hilarious!!!!!!! http://www.drhorrible.com/index.html&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4769092813607783297-7522305070896791963?l=artofnaps.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://artofnaps.blogspot.com/feeds/7522305070896791963/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4769092813607783297&amp;postID=7522305070896791963' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4769092813607783297/posts/default/7522305070896791963'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4769092813607783297/posts/default/7522305070896791963'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://artofnaps.blogspot.com/2008/09/i-miss-psych.html' title='I miss Psych!!!'/><author><name>RemusRox</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02905381569139376107</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_hxIidH2B2kE/SHj6R8eYiUI/AAAAAAAAABk/KX370DACLx4/s1600-R/remusrox.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4769092813607783297.post-6227627347571491260</id><published>2008-09-11T16:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-11T16:42:53.699-07:00</updated><title type='text'>People are silly</title><content type='html'>Number of naps so far today: 0&lt;br /&gt;New episodes of Psych left: 1&lt;br /&gt;People still pissed off today: 4&lt;br /&gt;Amount I care: -90&lt;br /&gt;Level of pride in self: 100&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I like how I've finally become assertive. Instead of just letting people walk all over me I'm doing things my way. I think my 20th b-day has woken me up to the fact that I'm now an adult and I shouldn't let people just take advantage of the fact that I appease people in order to avoid any kind of conflict. Guess what. Not anymore. No longer will I let people put off doing something I asked them to do weeks ago. No. I will nag them because they nag me. No longer will I let other people do something if i know I can do it better. If it affects me then I'm going to do it right the first time... thoroughly. No longer will I allow myself to not question things. No. I will question till the cows come home now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So yeah. I'm pretty happy. I just can't wait for this semester to be over.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4769092813607783297-6227627347571491260?l=artofnaps.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://artofnaps.blogspot.com/feeds/6227627347571491260/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4769092813607783297&amp;postID=6227627347571491260' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4769092813607783297/posts/default/6227627347571491260'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4769092813607783297/posts/default/6227627347571491260'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://artofnaps.blogspot.com/2008/09/people-are-silly.html' title='People are silly'/><author><name>RemusRox</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02905381569139376107</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_hxIidH2B2kE/SHj6R8eYiUI/AAAAAAAAABk/KX370DACLx4/s1600-R/remusrox.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4769092813607783297.post-3342744178354555992</id><published>2008-09-10T22:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-10T22:45:23.750-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Instead of studying...</title><content type='html'>More window shopping at urban outfitters ....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://images.urbanoutfitters.com/is/image/UrbanOutfitters/14982318_24_b?$detailmain$"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 203px; height: 311px;" src="http://images.urbanoutfitters.com/is/image/UrbanOutfitters/14982318_24_b?$detailmain$" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Ever since I finished Breaking Dawn I've loved Garrett, so I guess it's no surprise I'm drawn to military-esque clothing. I really want to make a wearable military jacket type thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://images.urbanoutfitters.com/is/image/UrbanOutfitters/15040173_41_b?$prodmain$"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 222px; height: 338px;" src="http://images.urbanoutfitters.com/is/image/UrbanOutfitters/15040173_41_b?$prodmain$" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have two shirt dresses. One is plaid. The other is flowery. I love them, but I'm not sure what kind of shoes to wear with them. My gladiator shoes are the only things I can think of....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://images.urbanoutfitters.com/is/image/UrbanOutfitters/15338080_00_e?$detailmain$"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://images.urbanoutfitters.com/is/image/UrbanOutfitters/15338080_00_e?$detailmain$" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This is a cape supposedly. Don't care what it is, it's cute. I want.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://images.urbanoutfitters.com/is/image/UrbanOutfitters/14899694_41_b?$detailmain$"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 228px; height: 348px;" src="http://images.urbanoutfitters.com/is/image/UrbanOutfitters/14899694_41_b?$detailmain$" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was with a friend today and we saw some awesome jackets like this at Torrid. They were red plaid and lined. AND the hood had faux fur all over it. My friend had always wanted a jacket like that, and I must admit I have too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://images.urbanoutfitters.com/is/image/UrbanOutfitters/15194137_11_b?$prodmain$"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://images.urbanoutfitters.com/is/image/UrbanOutfitters/15194137_11_b?$prodmain$" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As cute as this is... I don't see anyone being able to pull this off in real life. At least, no one I know would. Still really, really, depressingly cute.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm considering just wearing stuff at my college that I'm sure people will look at and think "what the hell is that thing and why is it so ugly?" But I always think about wearing some really cool stuff I have, but don't. Then a year later EVERYONE is wearing that thing. hmmm...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Edit:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://content.nordstrom.com/ImageGallery/store/product/MediumLarge/3/_5684523.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 210px; height: 324px;" src="http://content.nordstrom.com/ImageGallery/store/product/MediumLarge/3/_5684523.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I found my jacket on Nordstrom.com. I'd rather it was in red plaid... and not almost $80. Maybe I could make one.....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4769092813607783297-3342744178354555992?l=artofnaps.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://artofnaps.blogspot.com/feeds/3342744178354555992/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4769092813607783297&amp;postID=3342744178354555992' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4769092813607783297/posts/default/3342744178354555992'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4769092813607783297/posts/default/3342744178354555992'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://artofnaps.blogspot.com/2008/09/instead-of-studying.html' title='Instead of studying...'/><author><name>RemusRox</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02905381569139376107</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_hxIidH2B2kE/SHj6R8eYiUI/AAAAAAAAABk/KX370DACLx4/s1600-R/remusrox.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4769092813607783297.post-8055705043892874452</id><published>2008-09-10T21:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-10T21:55:36.222-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The silent implications of e-mails</title><content type='html'>Number of naps so far today: 0&lt;br /&gt;Pieces of cake: No cake left!!&lt;br /&gt;New episodes of Psych left: 1&lt;br /&gt;People pissed off today: 4&lt;br /&gt;Amount I care: -45&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As much as I love technology I have to say it makes social lives so stressful. Seriously, someone can say so much with so little. If someone doesn't reply for a long time you become paranoid, maybe they're mad about something... perhaps you said/did something wrong. The thought that maybe they were busy never crosses your mind. A reply sent quickly must mean the person is eager to talk to you, but once the 24 hr mark is passed the dread will set in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know some people say size doesn't matter, but in e-mails apparently it does. A long reply means the person is interested, yet a short and sweet reply means something is wrong. Using "sincerely" also has negative connotations.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If a person doesn't really reply in a way to keep the conversation going how do you reply? You can't, because if they aren't excited about keeping up the conversation then they must be mad at you and therefore trying to keep the pitiful conversation going would be embarrassing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No. All e-mails, text messages, social networking sites and cell phones have done is create a new level of social stress. I think about how simple it was as a kid without all of these distractions. You'd just pick up a ball, bounce it to your friend and maybe, just maybe, giggle about a boy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On another note.... I'm going to be more assertive. I started today being honest about things that bothered me. And you know what, one day the people who are convincing themselves into thinking that they are never at fault will wake up. And I'll be right.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So... in the not-so-famous words of a friend: If you've had a bad day you know what you should say to 'em? Just tell 'em to suck it!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4769092813607783297-8055705043892874452?l=artofnaps.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://artofnaps.blogspot.com/feeds/8055705043892874452/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4769092813607783297&amp;postID=8055705043892874452' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4769092813607783297/posts/default/8055705043892874452'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4769092813607783297/posts/default/8055705043892874452'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://artofnaps.blogspot.com/2008/09/silent-implications-of-e-mails.html' title='The silent implications of e-mails'/><author><name>RemusRox</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02905381569139376107</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_hxIidH2B2kE/SHj6R8eYiUI/AAAAAAAAABk/KX370DACLx4/s1600-R/remusrox.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4769092813607783297.post-1518874379078811705</id><published>2008-09-09T21:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-09T22:00:54.048-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Anticipation</title><content type='html'>Number of naps so far today: 0&lt;br /&gt;Pieces of cake: o ...so sad&lt;br /&gt;New episodes of Psych left: 1&lt;br /&gt;Times danced around like a loon: meh... I lost count&lt;br /&gt;Number of late night swims: 1&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today... I made a call. To admissions. The admissions office of the college I applied to. And all I wanted to know was when they would be notifying students whether or not they would be accepted. But guess what? Instead of that... I got to find out that I WAS accepted. I didn't have to wait for my big envelope. Yep. Things are pretty sweet right now... pretty sweet indeed (surprising considering I only got a few hours of sleep due to school crap last night).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I can finally relax.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4769092813607783297-1518874379078811705?l=artofnaps.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://artofnaps.blogspot.com/feeds/1518874379078811705/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4769092813607783297&amp;postID=1518874379078811705' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4769092813607783297/posts/default/1518874379078811705'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4769092813607783297/posts/default/1518874379078811705'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://artofnaps.blogspot.com/2008/09/anticipation.html' title='Anticipation'/><author><name>RemusRox</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02905381569139376107</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_hxIidH2B2kE/SHj6R8eYiUI/AAAAAAAAABk/KX370DACLx4/s1600-R/remusrox.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4769092813607783297.post-5583118673993616339</id><published>2008-09-07T21:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-07T22:01:55.741-07:00</updated><title type='text'>late night swimming</title><content type='html'>Number of naps so far today: 1&lt;br /&gt;Pieces of cake: 1&lt;br /&gt;New episodes of Psych left: 1&lt;br /&gt;Times thought about studying: 25&lt;br /&gt;Number of sleeping masks finished: 1&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Swimming at night is fun. No one is out there gawking, screaming, splashing or trying to fry their skin. Yeah. It's pretty sweet except for the long dark walk back home.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4769092813607783297-5583118673993616339?l=artofnaps.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://artofnaps.blogspot.com/feeds/5583118673993616339/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4769092813607783297&amp;postID=5583118673993616339' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4769092813607783297/posts/default/5583118673993616339'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4769092813607783297/posts/default/5583118673993616339'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://artofnaps.blogspot.com/2008/09/late-night-swimming.html' title='late night swimming'/><author><name>RemusRox</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02905381569139376107</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_hxIidH2B2kE/SHj6R8eYiUI/AAAAAAAAABk/KX370DACLx4/s1600-R/remusrox.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4769092813607783297.post-1102338034871106343</id><published>2008-09-06T20:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-06T23:18:13.396-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Care packages</title><content type='html'>Number of naps so far today: 1&lt;br /&gt;Pieces of cake: 1&lt;br /&gt;New episodes of Psych left: 1&lt;br /&gt;Times thought about studying: 1&lt;br /&gt;Number of football games attended: .25&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been meaning to send care packages to some of my friends who are at universities. I need to do that soon. I've started making/putting together stuff, but then I get distracted with life. Hopefully now that I have this here I'll remember to finish them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've always wanted to work for the Travel Channel. I haven't had the Travel Channel in about a year because the apartment I live in pays for the cable, and the owners don't feel the need to indulge me. But the ten sports channels we get are totally worth it. Right. When we did get the channel I would literally watch it 24 hours a day. I would sleep on the couch so I wouldn't have to leave the tv because I knew something interesting would come on. Anyway, when I was on vacation recently I got to watch it, and I went on their website for the first time in a few months and I saw this link for a "Travel Channel Academy." From what I can tell it's a workshop that teaches people the basics of using and editing travel videos. It's not exactly broadcast journalism, but they do say stuff about being a "travel journalist." There's a workshop thing at the end of October in Santa Barbara, but it costs about $2000. As much as I would love to do this (especially since it might help me get in with the Travel Channel peeps sooner) I'm afraid it's pretty much a multimedia class. When I transfer I'll probably have to take some kind of multimedia class, which won't cost $2000. Maybe one day down the road I'll get the money to attend the workshop.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4769092813607783297-1102338034871106343?l=artofnaps.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://artofnaps.blogspot.com/feeds/1102338034871106343/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4769092813607783297&amp;postID=1102338034871106343' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4769092813607783297/posts/default/1102338034871106343'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4769092813607783297/posts/default/1102338034871106343'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://artofnaps.blogspot.com/2008/09/care-packages.html' title='Care packages'/><author><name>RemusRox</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02905381569139376107</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_hxIidH2B2kE/SHj6R8eYiUI/AAAAAAAAABk/KX370DACLx4/s1600-R/remusrox.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4769092813607783297.post-2630230945530878907</id><published>2008-09-05T23:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-05T23:44:39.399-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Not enough days in the week</title><content type='html'>Number of naps so far today: 1&lt;br /&gt;Pieces of cake: 1&lt;br /&gt;Number of bras worn: 0&lt;br /&gt;New episodes of Psych left: 1&lt;br /&gt;Times thought about studying: 1&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seriously... if Shawn and Juliet don't kiss before the end of the season I'll be... not mad, but disappointed. I'll still watch it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Right now I'm more mad/disgusted at Warner Bros for using their fans. Like moving a movie back 11 months is going to make anyone happy (except for the studio's wallet)? I think they realized that Twilight was going to earn more money. And Twilight totally deserves it because they've let fans come on/around set and RELEASE the interviews and footage they've taken. They haven't been copyright cops and try to censor people every time they said "Edward Cullen." As much as people criticize Twilight, I have to say I appreciate the way the author and movie makers have treated the fans more than the Harry Potter people have. It's like pulling teeth to even get a teaser trailer from HP.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While I'm on the subject of Twilight, I have to talk about Breaking Dawn. It wasn't that bad. Yeah, it was insanely unexpected, but how much fun would it have been if everyone predicted exactly what was going to happen. And I think it says something about the author. She knew her ending wouldn't make everyone thrilled, but guess what, it's her story and she's not going to change it just to make everyone happy (well, she kinda did, kinda didn't... it depends on which interview you read).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bottom line: Breaking Dawn nowhere near as bad as HP #7. (and that's saying something since I'm the biggest Harry Potter fan I know)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Things I need to buy:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="file:///C:/DOCUME%7E1/HP_ADM%7E1/LOCALS%7E1/Temp/moz-screenshot-1.jpg" alt="" /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://ecx.images-amazon.com/images/I/51iVeE9Lt2L._SS260_.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://ecx.images-amazon.com/images/I/51iVeE9Lt2L._SS260_.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I know I shouldn't be wasting any time this semester, but I can't really concentrate without this show. Just having the DVD in my house would make me feel instantly more studious. (that's my excuse and I'm sticking to it sir!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://63.210.199.180/00/27/4/2742.jpg.fpx?qlt=80&amp;amp;wid=265&amp;amp;cvt=jpeg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px;" src="http://63.210.199.180/00/27/4/2742.jpg.fpx?qlt=80&amp;amp;wid=265&amp;amp;cvt=jpeg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I need to finish a b-day present for a friend and the only way I can is with these. Twilight... how you permeate every aspect of my life. I wish I could stop... and yet I cannot.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4769092813607783297-2630230945530878907?l=artofnaps.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://artofnaps.blogspot.com/feeds/2630230945530878907/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4769092813607783297&amp;postID=2630230945530878907' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4769092813607783297/posts/default/2630230945530878907'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4769092813607783297/posts/default/2630230945530878907'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://artofnaps.blogspot.com/2008/09/not-enough-days-in-week.html' title='Not enough days in the week'/><author><name>RemusRox</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02905381569139376107</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_hxIidH2B2kE/SHj6R8eYiUI/AAAAAAAAABk/KX370DACLx4/s1600-R/remusrox.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4769092813607783297.post-4826733125166000730</id><published>2008-09-04T20:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-04T20:33:53.936-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I was just trying to save it!</title><content type='html'>Number of naps so far today: 0&lt;br /&gt;Pieces of cake: 1&lt;br /&gt;Number of bras worn: 0&lt;br /&gt;Number of games have to go to: 1&lt;br /&gt;Number of games want to go to: 0&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seriously. Today I was out at the pool and suddenly I saw something odd out of the corner of my eye. There, trying to get away, was a frog. I got out of the pool and found the net in order to save the thing because I knew there was no way he (she) would be able to get out on his (her) own. So I spent the next 15 minutes trying to save the thing. Against its will it would seem. Seriously. Me trying to save that frog was like a metaphor for my life. As hard as I try to do the right thing (because in the end everything would have been fine, the frog would only had a few seconds of discomfort as I walked it over to the bushes) it still backfires and I have to work that much harder.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The first time I got the frog out it promptly jumped past me and right back in. Then it realized it would be harder for me to get it if it went to the bottom of the deep end. So I got it out again, and because there was a fence behind me and I didn't have enough room to move quickly away, it jumped back in. The last time I had to chase that thing all over the pool, and when I finally got it I wasn't anywhere near the bushes, so I just threw him (her) over the wall. Yep. It wasn't far (a few feet to the patch of grass), but still, you'd think a frog would know when you were trying to save it from a date with the filter.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4769092813607783297-4826733125166000730?l=artofnaps.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://artofnaps.blogspot.com/feeds/4826733125166000730/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4769092813607783297&amp;postID=4826733125166000730' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4769092813607783297/posts/default/4826733125166000730'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4769092813607783297/posts/default/4826733125166000730'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://artofnaps.blogspot.com/2008/09/i-was-just-trying-to-save-it.html' title='I was just trying to save it!'/><author><name>RemusRox</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02905381569139376107</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_hxIidH2B2kE/SHj6R8eYiUI/AAAAAAAAABk/KX370DACLx4/s1600-R/remusrox.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4769092813607783297.post-6830225793741811053</id><published>2008-09-02T21:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-02T22:08:25.583-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Ugh</title><content type='html'>Number of textbooks the post office finally delivered after they begrudgingly looked for it: 1&lt;br /&gt;Number of tests tomorrow: 2&lt;br /&gt;Number of naps so far today: 1&lt;br /&gt;Pieces of cake: 2&lt;br /&gt;Number of bras worn: 0&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So school is stressful, but that's what I get for trying to graduate early right? I have tons of crap due tomorrow and I didn't even receive my textbook until today so I've been trying to deal with that, but I had to take a little break because I realized I'd been reading the same sentence for 10 minutes.&lt;br /&gt;Lately I've been thinking about the future and whether I really want to keep the major I'd thought I wanted. I really don't know anymore. In fact, right now, I think I'd rather drop out than have to keep doing what I'm doing. But then I think about how much time and money I would waste, and how I would have to find a job. So for now the only thing I can do is keep going to school and hope I can keep my grades up. Oh, and find time to sleep.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4769092813607783297-6830225793741811053?l=artofnaps.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://artofnaps.blogspot.com/feeds/6830225793741811053/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4769092813607783297&amp;postID=6830225793741811053' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4769092813607783297/posts/default/6830225793741811053'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4769092813607783297/posts/default/6830225793741811053'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://artofnaps.blogspot.com/2008/09/ugh.html' title='Ugh'/><author><name>RemusRox</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02905381569139376107</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_hxIidH2B2kE/SHj6R8eYiUI/AAAAAAAAABk/KX370DACLx4/s1600-R/remusrox.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4769092813607783297.post-8850566119153794387</id><published>2008-09-01T20:16:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-01T20:46:42.627-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Two decades of awesomeness!</title><content type='html'>Number of textbooks the post office is late delivering: 1&lt;br /&gt;Number of articles due Tuesday: about 5&lt;br /&gt;Number of words typed for said articles: 0&lt;br /&gt;Number of naps so far today: 2&lt;br /&gt;Pieces of cake: 2 (about to be three)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow The Office comes out on DVD. I'll probably forget to buy it because I'll be spending most of tomorrow trying to reason with the post office. Gah.&lt;br /&gt;This year I had one of the best birthdays I can remember. I just stayed home, ate cake, and watched movies. I forgot how funny Monty Python is. I've always liked British humor more than American though. I think it's because they make allusions to things and don't feel like they have to dumb everything down.&lt;br /&gt;I think this year I'll come as a Templar Knight for Halloween. I'll take a pillowcase, cut some armholes and a place for my head, then paint on the red cross. It's simple, cheap, and easy to move in.&lt;br /&gt;I've been in a crafty mood lately. I finally finished the black vest I've been working on last night. Then this morning I sewed up four Beatles bags. I still can't believe wal-mart was selling Beatles material.&lt;br /&gt;I was window shopping on Urban Outfitters.com today and I saw these&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://s7d2.scene7.com/is/image/UrbanOutfitters/14420525_01_d?$detailmain$"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://s7d2.scene7.com/is/image/UrbanOutfitters/14420525_01_d?$detailmain$" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;They're about $12. The weird thing is that I bought a set just like this (only with purple feathers) about four years ago at the powwow they have every year at the community college. It's weird to me that this might be a trend since this was just a little souvenir type thing. But then I saw these&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://s7d2.scene7.com/is/image/UrbanOutfitters/15216112_40_d?$detailmain$"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://s7d2.scene7.com/is/image/UrbanOutfitters/15216112_40_d?$detailmain$" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Fascinators. Seriously. I know I would never have an occasion to wear them, but they're cute. Not $24 cute. So I'm going to make papier mache bases, glue on feather and beads, then attach the clip on the back. I'm thinking I'll finally get a chance to make these around Thanksgiving vacation, so they can be Christmas presents.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4769092813607783297-8850566119153794387?l=artofnaps.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://artofnaps.blogspot.com/feeds/8850566119153794387/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4769092813607783297&amp;postID=8850566119153794387' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4769092813607783297/posts/default/8850566119153794387'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4769092813607783297/posts/default/8850566119153794387'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://artofnaps.blogspot.com/2008/09/two-decades-of-awesomeness.html' title='Two decades of awesomeness!'/><author><name>RemusRox</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02905381569139376107</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_hxIidH2B2kE/SHj6R8eYiUI/AAAAAAAAABk/KX370DACLx4/s1600-R/remusrox.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4769092813607783297.post-5218454659477599179</id><published>2008-08-31T15:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-31T15:35:26.565-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A new blog, a new start</title><content type='html'>Number of textbooks the post office is late delivering: 1&lt;br /&gt;Number of articles due Tuesday: about 5&lt;br /&gt;Number of words typed for said articles: 0&lt;br /&gt;Amount spent on fabric: $16&lt;br /&gt;Number of naps so far today: 0&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To the zero people who actually read my ramblings... basically, I got lazy. Since tomorrow is the start of a new decade for me I decided I might want to record the weirdness of my life in blog form.&lt;br /&gt;Why "the art of napping"? Because, the first thing I do when I get home from school is take a nap. Naps are greatly under appreciated in my opinion. So is the ability to stay home and do nothing when you want to.&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, my birthdays have historically been bad because other people take it upon themselves to be assholes and force their company on me. Seriously, it's my birthday, if I don't want to spend the day with you that's my choice. I didn't really want any presents this year (except for the new season of the Office on DVD) and I guess that's a sign I'm getting old and boring. yay.&lt;br /&gt;Sometime last week I was inspired to make some changes in my life starting tomorrow. So here's my b-day manifesto that I will attempt to stick to for atleast one year.&lt;br /&gt;1. No bra. Seriously.&lt;br /&gt;2. No new clothes. If I need it I can make it out of stuff I have.&lt;br /&gt;3. Save money in order to go to college.&lt;br /&gt;That's about it. If I think of anything else I'll put it here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Opinion ideas: Gustav=sign, cell phone dependence, cell phone/technology influences in modern elections&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4769092813607783297-5218454659477599179?l=artofnaps.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://artofnaps.blogspot.com/feeds/5218454659477599179/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4769092813607783297&amp;postID=5218454659477599179' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4769092813607783297/posts/default/5218454659477599179'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4769092813607783297/posts/default/5218454659477599179'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://artofnaps.blogspot.com/2008/08/new-blog-new-start.html' title='A new blog, a new start'/><author><name>RemusRox</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02905381569139376107</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_hxIidH2B2kE/SHj6R8eYiUI/AAAAAAAAABk/KX370DACLx4/s1600-R/remusrox.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
