<?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-6893966390887509062</id><updated>2011-09-04T09:41:12.153-05:00</updated><title type='text'>My Quarter Life Catharsis</title><subtitle type='html'>Celebrate being young and being alive!</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myquarterlifecatharsis.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6893966390887509062/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myquarterlifecatharsis.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6893966390887509062/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Jenniac</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05660890139032816850</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>266</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6893966390887509062.post-2575520489944361114</id><published>2011-08-04T16:06:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2011-08-04T16:09:04.504-05:00</updated><title type='text'>TWENTY-EIGHT</title><content type='html'>It's officially I'm 28. I was born at 4:58pm back in 1983. Granted I'm in Alabama today, so I turned 28 at 3:58pm central (weird). &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got back yesterday from my usual whirlwind pilgrimage to New York. It was crazier than usual, but I did a lot of things, went a lot of places and saw a lot of people. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today is a low key birthday day, but that's okay. I've been celebrating for a week already and I have a birthday happy hour with my Auburn peeps planned for tomorrow. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nice to meet you 28, I hope we get along well!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6893966390887509062-2575520489944361114?l=myquarterlifecatharsis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myquarterlifecatharsis.blogspot.com/feeds/2575520489944361114/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6893966390887509062&amp;postID=2575520489944361114' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6893966390887509062/posts/default/2575520489944361114'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6893966390887509062/posts/default/2575520489944361114'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myquarterlifecatharsis.blogspot.com/2011/08/twenty-eight.html' title='TWENTY-EIGHT'/><author><name>Jenniac</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05660890139032816850</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6893966390887509062.post-5502523997164256538</id><published>2011-02-03T09:31:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2011-02-03T09:46:02.307-06:00</updated><title type='text'>2010 Cups of Coffee</title><content type='html'>Even though I haven't had time or desire to blog lately I thought I should let yo all know my 2010 coffee count was &lt;strong&gt;477&lt;/strong&gt;. I wish I could have hit 500, but I'm pleased nonetheless. Most of these coffees came in the for of VENTIs or LARGE DD Iced Coffees.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's been very weird to NOT be counting my coffees this year. It was a fun little project.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll be back to blogging eventually, right now I'm too busy LIVING to be blogging :P&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6893966390887509062-5502523997164256538?l=myquarterlifecatharsis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myquarterlifecatharsis.blogspot.com/feeds/5502523997164256538/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6893966390887509062&amp;postID=5502523997164256538' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6893966390887509062/posts/default/5502523997164256538'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6893966390887509062/posts/default/5502523997164256538'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myquarterlifecatharsis.blogspot.com/2011/02/2010-cups-of-coffee.html' title='2010 Cups of Coffee'/><author><name>Jenniac</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05660890139032816850</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6893966390887509062.post-8648987039236355404</id><published>2010-12-07T08:18:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2010-12-07T08:20:38.840-06:00</updated><title type='text'>BCS Bound</title><content type='html'>Auburn DESTROYED South Carolina and is headed for their first trip the BCS Championship Game!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's always GRRReat to be an Auburn Tiger, but this season has been one helluva ride!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is footage of Toomer's after the SEC Game:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/U5w_vY-_0dI?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/U5w_vY-_0dI?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6893966390887509062-8648987039236355404?l=myquarterlifecatharsis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myquarterlifecatharsis.blogspot.com/feeds/8648987039236355404/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6893966390887509062&amp;postID=8648987039236355404' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6893966390887509062/posts/default/8648987039236355404'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6893966390887509062/posts/default/8648987039236355404'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myquarterlifecatharsis.blogspot.com/2010/12/bcs-bound.html' title='BCS Bound'/><author><name>Jenniac</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05660890139032816850</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6893966390887509062.post-2889064675002224654</id><published>2010-12-03T16:08:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2010-12-03T16:20:01.218-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Friday 5</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;1. Boyfriend:&lt;/strong&gt; Many of you may have seen this on Facebook already, but just wanted to mention it here. I have a boyfriend. He's really awesome. It's all still very new and young. I'm very happy and I'm sure I'll talk about him here at some point in the future.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;2. Auburn Football:&lt;/strong&gt; Unless you are living under a rock than you probably know Auburn is having an AMAZING football season (even if there was scandal surrounding it). We are 12-0 after coming from a 21 point defecit to beat Alabama AT Tuscaloosa. Unreal. Tomorrow we face the 'Cocks of South Carolina in the SEC Championship. If we win the game then we are headed to Arizona for the BCS game in January. We are currently ranked #1 in the BCS polls. It's great to be an Auburn Tiger!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;3. Staycation:&lt;/strong&gt; I spent Thanksgiving break here and it was stellar. I got to sleep, clean, unwind etc. Some highlights including hiking through Chewacla State Park, running in a Thanksgiving morning Turkey Trop 3 mile race, attending an Orphan Friendsgiving dinner, hanging out with the boyfriend and like I mentioned watched the Iron Bowl.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;4. Winter Break Plans:&lt;/strong&gt; I really enjoyed my time here for Thanksgiving, but I am looking forward to being in New York for Christmas. I WAS going to drive, but between a friend's wedding down here and my plans to be in Nashville on New Years, flying was a better option. Plus my mom really prefered that I fly and she is paying for my flights. So I'll be in New York 12/20-29. I'm excited to see people, run on the boardwalk by the beach, to NYC, and maybe even play in some snow!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;5. NKOTBSB&lt;/strong&gt;: So I'm REALLY considering getting tickers to the New Kids on the Block/Backstreet Boys joint Tour this summer. What a Teeny Bopper Dream. Stupid Kevin in BSB needs to take off his cool kid hat and rejoin BSB. I mean all of NKOTB is EASILY older than him. I'm sure he could use the money!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6893966390887509062-2889064675002224654?l=myquarterlifecatharsis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myquarterlifecatharsis.blogspot.com/feeds/2889064675002224654/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6893966390887509062&amp;postID=2889064675002224654' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6893966390887509062/posts/default/2889064675002224654'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6893966390887509062/posts/default/2889064675002224654'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myquarterlifecatharsis.blogspot.com/2010/12/friday-5.html' title='Friday 5'/><author><name>Jenniac</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05660890139032816850</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6893966390887509062.post-5078354757675165742</id><published>2010-11-23T15:03:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2010-11-23T15:21:41.435-06:00</updated><title type='text'>New Tattoo</title><content type='html'>I got this beauty this weekend. It's been somewhat of a mantra for me this year. I couldn't be happier with it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__FnIloL_udw/TOratpDmQuI/AAAAAAAABV4/ycS1GoSKeyA/s1600/IMG00298-20101122-0756.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__FnIloL_udw/TOratpDmQuI/AAAAAAAABV4/ycS1GoSKeyA/s400/IMG00298-20101122-0756.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5542482769082729186" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6893966390887509062-5078354757675165742?l=myquarterlifecatharsis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myquarterlifecatharsis.blogspot.com/feeds/5078354757675165742/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6893966390887509062&amp;postID=5078354757675165742' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6893966390887509062/posts/default/5078354757675165742'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6893966390887509062/posts/default/5078354757675165742'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myquarterlifecatharsis.blogspot.com/2010/11/new-tattoo.html' title='New Tattoo'/><author><name>Jenniac</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05660890139032816850</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__FnIloL_udw/TOratpDmQuI/AAAAAAAABV4/ycS1GoSKeyA/s72-c/IMG00298-20101122-0756.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6893966390887509062.post-4025741636670555726</id><published>2010-11-23T15:01:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2010-11-23T15:22:02.896-06:00</updated><title type='text'>The Serenity Prayer</title><content type='html'>“God grant me the serenity to accept the things I cannot change, the courage to change the things I can, and the wisdom to know the difference. But God, grant me the courage not to give up on what I think is right even though I think it is hopeless.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I shared this helpful prayer with a younger friend of mine who is just not entering her quarterlife crisis. It's a crazy time for all of us, but you need to learn to thrive in chaos!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6893966390887509062-4025741636670555726?l=myquarterlifecatharsis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myquarterlifecatharsis.blogspot.com/feeds/4025741636670555726/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6893966390887509062&amp;postID=4025741636670555726' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6893966390887509062/posts/default/4025741636670555726'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6893966390887509062/posts/default/4025741636670555726'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myquarterlifecatharsis.blogspot.com/2010/11/serenity-prayer.html' title='The Serenity Prayer'/><author><name>Jenniac</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05660890139032816850</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6893966390887509062.post-4218609219835310057</id><published>2010-11-22T15:01:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2010-11-22T15:01:50.262-06:00</updated><title type='text'>10 Years</title><content type='html'>A good friend of mine totaled his car today, thankfully both him and his passenger are fine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I then weirdly realized that today is the 10 year anniversary of my car accident in high school. It was devastating. I had had my license for 3 months and had been making payments on a NEW CAR THAT I WORKED ALL THROUGH HIGH SCHOOL TO BUY. This day back in 2000 was the Wednesday before Thanksgiving. We didn’t have classes, but we had mass. I usually skipped days that were just mass, but since it was my senior year I figured I would go. I was making a left to park behind my high school and was hit by a mini van. I NEVER saw the mini van. Thankfully the front of my car took the damage and me and my passenger were fine. The car wasn’t totaled, but it had A LOT OF DAMAGE. After I got it back my mom wouldn’t let me drive to HS the rest of the year. I eventually had to sell my nice “new” (aka had the whole front of the car fixed) and ended up getting an older Jeep my sophomore year of college. I loved that Jeep and only cracked a tail light on it over 5 years! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;November was a shitty month this past decade. 2000 - Car Accident, 2001 - Grandma passes away, 2007 - Dad passes away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THANKFULLY 2010 as a whole is a new slate and has been very good to me. I have high hopes for this decade. Big things are gonna happen.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6893966390887509062-4218609219835310057?l=myquarterlifecatharsis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myquarterlifecatharsis.blogspot.com/feeds/4218609219835310057/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6893966390887509062&amp;postID=4218609219835310057' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6893966390887509062/posts/default/4218609219835310057'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6893966390887509062/posts/default/4218609219835310057'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myquarterlifecatharsis.blogspot.com/2010/11/10-years.html' title='10 Years'/><author><name>Jenniac</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05660890139032816850</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6893966390887509062.post-596917408191293028</id><published>2010-11-18T15:08:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2010-11-18T15:09:13.901-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Rest In Peace Daddy</title><content type='html'>Missing you everyday Daddy: April 25, 1949 - November 18, 2007&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My Dad was awesome. He is pretty much the reason why I am as awesome as I am. My Dad was born in Brooklyn and raised on Long Island in the same town I grew up in. He was the first in his family to graduate college (with a Art degree) and after being a hippie in Southern California he went back for a Masters in Education.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My Dad was an art teacher in a low income, minority school district and he LOVED IT. He spent his ENTIRE career there (33 years). After teaching for 20ish years he went on to administration. He was a middle school assistant principal for a number of years and a high school assistant principal for a number of years. They wanted him to be principal, but he didn’t want to deal with politics.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I was in first grade my Dad started a Saturday enrichment program for K-12 students. Some of my favorite childhood memories were from that program. My Dad also piloted a night school program within the school district so people could get their HS diplomas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My Dad was a pretty big deal in the K-12 Education world. Even after he retired he couldn’t stay away. The last year of his life he was teaching in an education certificate program at a Dallas Community College.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My Dad was great at what he did. He was loved, feared and respected. I see so much of him in myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I should also mention that my Dad was and probably will forever be the funniest person I ever knew. He was witty, sarcastic, smart, quick, etc. Freakin’ hilarious. I thank him for my stellar sense of humor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We both loved the beach, margarita swirls, Broadway musicals, slot machines, Law &amp; Order: SVU, etc.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The last 3-4 years of his life I pretty much talked to him everyday, even multiple times a day. Since he was retired he was available to talk whenever. I generally would calling him when I was walking to and from class in grad school. Even if it was just a few minutes we’d have a great chat. I can honestly say we were best friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I think of my Dad the first thing that comes to mind is the laughter. It makes me sad that so many people in my life didn’t get to meet him or will never have the chance. He would have been such an awesome Grandfather, awesome.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I do still plan on dancing to “On the Street Where You Live” from My Fair Lady at my wedding. It was a song he always sang to me when I was little and we always talked about dancing to it at my wedding. I’m not quite sure who I’ll dance with, maybe my sister.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To close one of the readings at his funeral was from Ecclesistes 3:1 and I find this part so fitting:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;To every thing there is a season, and a time to every purpose under the heaven…A time to weep, and a time to laugh; a time to mourn, and a time to dance…&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today is a time laugh and celebrate. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love you Daddy!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6893966390887509062-596917408191293028?l=myquarterlifecatharsis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myquarterlifecatharsis.blogspot.com/feeds/596917408191293028/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6893966390887509062&amp;postID=596917408191293028' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6893966390887509062/posts/default/596917408191293028'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6893966390887509062/posts/default/596917408191293028'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myquarterlifecatharsis.blogspot.com/2010/11/rest-in-peace-daddy.html' title='Rest In Peace Daddy'/><author><name>Jenniac</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05660890139032816850</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6893966390887509062.post-9105281439424366601</id><published>2010-11-16T10:19:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2010-11-16T10:21:42.570-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Lovin' Life</title><content type='html'>I PROMISE major updates once I get through this week. Work is still busy and life has just been chock full of awesomeness. Plus Iam kicking off FULL MARATHON training today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm honestly on top of the world right now!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh and today is my Freddie's 3rd birthday. Can you believe it. I love my little guy.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6893966390887509062-9105281439424366601?l=myquarterlifecatharsis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myquarterlifecatharsis.blogspot.com/feeds/9105281439424366601/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6893966390887509062&amp;postID=9105281439424366601' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6893966390887509062/posts/default/9105281439424366601'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6893966390887509062/posts/default/9105281439424366601'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myquarterlifecatharsis.blogspot.com/2010/11/lovin-life.html' title='Lovin&apos; Life'/><author><name>Jenniac</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05660890139032816850</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6893966390887509062.post-6920625325703302502</id><published>2010-11-08T17:17:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2010-11-08T17:22:27.616-06:00</updated><title type='text'>It's a bird. It's a plane. No, it's a blog post!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Football Weekends&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you haven’t heard Auburn Football is kind of a big deal. Pretty much everyone including those living another a rock have heard of Cam Newton. I had my very own run in with Cam while he was on his scooter driving around campus. I crossed in a cross-walk in front of him and lost my cool due to sheer excitement of seeing him randomly out and about.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My sister and one of her friends came down for the Arkansas game in mid-October. I always enjoy having my sister down and it was great to have her friend Colleen visit and experience Auburn for the first time. I scored them great tickets for the game and not soon after the game started them were all about Cam. It was a great game and I’m glad my sister FINALLY got to see an Auburn victory – she has seen them lose both times previous that she had been in for games. A lot of fun was had. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One of my favorite game day experiences thus far has to have been the LSU game. We were the only 2 undefeated SEC teams and someone was going down. It was also the last game that Time, Michelle and I were going to be together at. Despite having our tickets together – we rarely had all 3 of us at a game due to various commitments. The LSU game was action packed. A lot happened in our end-zone which I love. Auburn WON and Cam Newton and Zac Etheridge came over and stood on the wall RIGHT IN FRONT OF ME. Like 5 rows away. RIGHT THERE. It was amazing. I was actually on ESPN&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__FnIloL_udw/TNiGFBMqVTI/AAAAAAAABVw/YwQp02sAFQk/s1600/39589_836680328841_9018596_47062205_3015567_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 238px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__FnIloL_udw/TNiGFBMqVTI/AAAAAAAABVw/YwQp02sAFQk/s320/39589_836680328841_9018596_47062205_3015567_n.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5537323162631034162" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next weekend 11/13 is our last home game against Georgia. Should be a good time. I’m hoping to make it to the Iron Bowl game in Tuscaloosa since I have opted to not go to New York for Thanksgiving and stay here for a MUCH NEEDED staycation. I have been on the go so much that I need some time to just lay low and relax.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Selections&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The MAIN reason I dropped off the blogosphere was due to orientation leader selections. We had 3 straight weeks of interviews in October. We were hiring for both our freshmen camp counselors and transfer orientation leaders. We did a week of a combined first round group interview. We have over 110 camp counselor applicants and over 65 orientation leader applicants. We narrowed both pools after the first week and then did a week of individual second round camp counselor interviews followed by selections and callouts then a week of individual second round orientation leader interviews followed by selections and callouts. It was crazy, but also very rewarding.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;5K&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Somewhere in the mix of things I ran a 5K sponsored by the Student Government Association. I was up way to late the night before and had drank slightly throughout the weekend. Somehow despite not being properly prepared for the race AND having my ipod die after 1 mile I set a PERSONAL RECORD of ~27min and 30seconds. A-MAZING. My goal is a 23:28 time by May when I hopefully run the Race For Hope in DC again. I’d love to have shaved 10 MINUTES off my time with a year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;NOLA&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So aside from my 2nd half marathon that I already blogged about I really got to enjoy the city. New Orleans was only 5.5 hours away. My friend Melissa is from Louisiana and was able to hook us up at a cool/creepy bed and breakfast in the old Garden District. Out side of the race we did a lot of walking around and riding on STREET CARS. Seriously thee street cars were so old tyme I LOVED them. There was so much to see and do. I loved the old houses – the architecture was amazing. I am fairly certain I could have looked at wrought iron balconies and other decorations all day.  I also loved how arsty the city was – such talented painters and musicians. &lt;br /&gt;Of course we hit up Bourbon Street and Frenchmen Street. Also keep in mind I was there for HALLOWEEN – it was madness. I was a little too tired and sore for hijix. HELLO I ran a half marathon that day and was wearing GIANT shoes. I should mention that I was a drag queen for Halloween. Her name was Ikea Wonderland and she was fabulous! Oh and my good friend Jacky from college also happened to be visit a friend in New Orleans the same weekend so we got to hang out a few times which was AWESOME. I’m so glad I got to go to NOLA and I really can’t wait to go back. If you haven’t been GO. I can’t wait to fully day drink and explore cemeteries on my next visit!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;NODA&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am currently in St. Louis for the annual National Orientation Directors Association Conference. I’m thrilled ot be spending time with colleagues at institutions all over the country and to see my bestie Kelly!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6893966390887509062-6920625325703302502?l=myquarterlifecatharsis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myquarterlifecatharsis.blogspot.com/feeds/6920625325703302502/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6893966390887509062&amp;postID=6920625325703302502' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6893966390887509062/posts/default/6920625325703302502'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6893966390887509062/posts/default/6920625325703302502'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myquarterlifecatharsis.blogspot.com/2010/11/its-bird-its-plane-no-its-blog-post.html' title='It&apos;s a bird. It&apos;s a plane. No, it&apos;s a blog post!'/><author><name>Jenniac</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05660890139032816850</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__FnIloL_udw/TNiGFBMqVTI/AAAAAAAABVw/YwQp02sAFQk/s72-c/39589_836680328841_9018596_47062205_3015567_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6893966390887509062.post-5699402279225559288</id><published>2010-11-04T08:54:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2010-11-04T08:56:47.290-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Not my words, but great ones nonethless</title><content type='html'>Our deepest fear is not that we are inadequate.&lt;br /&gt;Our deepest fear is that we are powerful beyond measure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is our light, not our darkness, that most frightens us.&lt;br /&gt;We ask ourselves, “Who am I to be brilliant, gorgeous, handsome, talented and fabulous?”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Actually, who are you not to be? &lt;br /&gt;You are a child of God.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your playing small does not serve the world. There is nothing enlightened about shrinking so that other people won’t feel insecure around you. &lt;br /&gt;We are all meant to shine, as children do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We were born to make manifest the glory of God within us. &lt;br /&gt;It is not just in some; it is in everyone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And, as we let our own light shine, we consciously give other people permission to do the same.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As we are liberated from our fear, our presence automatically liberates others.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Marianne Williamson&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6893966390887509062-5699402279225559288?l=myquarterlifecatharsis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myquarterlifecatharsis.blogspot.com/feeds/5699402279225559288/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6893966390887509062&amp;postID=5699402279225559288' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6893966390887509062/posts/default/5699402279225559288'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6893966390887509062/posts/default/5699402279225559288'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myquarterlifecatharsis.blogspot.com/2010/11/not-my-words-but-great-ones-nonethless.html' title='Not my words, but great ones nonethless'/><author><name>Jenniac</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05660890139032816850</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6893966390887509062.post-6225754836755419962</id><published>2010-11-03T09:21:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2010-11-03T09:24:59.070-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Jazz Half Marathon</title><content type='html'>Work and life have been crazy, but I am going to try and update on things. They just may be out of order. Let's start with my half marathon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friday - hit the road at 5pm with my friend Melissa for the 5.5 hour drive to New Orleans. Stopped halfway for a quick dinner with a friend in south Alabama - I specifically picked a place I have eaten at before and get a club sandwich with a mac and cheese side because I don't want to try anything new the night before a race. Get to NOLA around 11pm. We are staying at charming/old/creepy/cute bed and breakfast in the Garden District. Settle into the room, lay out race stuff, sync my playlist to my ipod. The last thing I do before trying to fall asleep is "remove" my ipod from syncing/charging. I remove the ipod when it's safe to remove and I look to make sure the playlist was added and the charging screen is FROZEN. FROZEN. I nearly lose my shit. I'm like I can't run without music etc. I try a few things to try and make it work, then I go to the mac troubleshooting website and through a few weird toggling of buttons I get it unfrozen. So now at 1am after this near heart attack I'm supposed to fall asleep? Yeah right. I laid in back awake for at least 2 hours. Then maybe slept an hour or two before waking up at 4:30. I laid in bed until 5:45 when my alarm went off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saturday - Despite not really sleeping I feel pretty good. Make a peanut butter and banana sandwich thin and get ready. Thank goodness Melissa is from outside NOLA because my GPS was tweaking out trying to get to the race location. So we get to one of the race parking lots and see a TON of people there waiting to pre-pay in the lot. It's $10 despite it saying it was $4 for race people - either way I only have a twenty and no debit card. STRESS. The race is supposed to start in 20 minutes so we leave the car unpaid and Melissa says she'll get change for my $20 and pay for it after the race starts. The starting line was not organized by pace or anything. It was elite runners in the front and then a free-for-all in the back, I tried to get towards the front 1/3 of the group. It was all very cramped and there was roughly 3,500 runners. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I should also mention I executive decision to wear my compression shorts OVER my compression tights. My compression shorts have a back pocket that I needed for my gels, but I thought it'd be too chilly to not wear tights. I was nervous about trying something new for race day, but I had to roll with it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Race starts - its PACKED. And running with men is very different than an all women's race. Men seemed pushier. I end up breaking away from the street and head toward the sidewalk with others to try and get past all the congestion. Within the first mile or two a lady next to falls over a groove in the road that I saw. I was so shocked I couldn't even react - luckily she had 2 others with her that helped her up. I then focus on the ground (let me tell you New Orleans does NOT have the best roads). I was (always am) worried about falling or twisting an ankle. The lady that fell got up and kept going, personally I don't know if I could come right back from that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First mile I ran it 9:12 min. I was both excited and anxious. I figured my time may have been fast because I was trying to get away from people so much at the start. Mile 2 - 9:04 min. I think okay well maybe I can work up a sweat on these first few miles despite it being chilly out which hopefully will keep me from having to pee. Mile 3 - 8:54 min. I saw 8 and I was not happy. I actively trying to slow down to a 10 minute pace with in the next 2 miles. By the 10K split my time was 1:06:00ish. I was over the moon. I was like okay I'm hoping for 2:10 so now I just need to keep close to the pace I'm at and I'll even get a NEGATIVE split. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The race route was essentially run 6 miles out to Audubon park - run the park and run 6 miles back on the other side of the street. So I was feeling great UNTIL I'm in the park and the wind is blowing and some tree debris gets in my eye. So I'm like rubbing and trying to like cry it out whilst running. I should also mention I kinda felt like I had to pee at this point, but since it was later in the race as opposed to my other half when I had to pee since almost the beginning I thought I could wait it out/sweat it out. Well my stomach as a whole suddenly feels funky and I begrudgingly decide to stop at the port-a-pottys. There are 2 people waiting. Well WHOEVER THE EFF WAS IN BOTH STALLS TOOK SO DAMN LONG both people in front me leave the line. So I go in and barely pee. WTF. I'm not mentally prepared/willing to do anything else in a port-a-potty besides pee so I hope for the best. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After a 1/4 mile or so I'm out of the park and now on the loop back when I was get overcome with despair. I bathroom break took too damn long and didn't even make me feel better. I don't know what to do. I walk for 2 minutes to gather my thoughts and try and psych myself back up. Also while walking it gives me time to acknowledge how bad my feet hurt (I've been struggling with foot strain for 2 weeks). I hurt and I'm down, but I AM NOT OUT. I REFUSE TO BE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The 6 miles back were hard for all the reasons I mentioned AND the sun was in my eyes. I spent most of the race back with my head down. I didn't want to be blinded, I wanted to focus on not tripping on shitty roads and I didn't want to see all the people passing me. I don't really look at or focus on my pace. It ranged from 11-12:30 min/mile I'm sure. The last few miles dragged. I am thankful there were so many people throughout the race cheering and acting a fool - it kept my spirits up. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The last 5K of the race was hard because I knew I wasn't going to hit or come close to my goal time. It was more of a matter of just hot far from it I was going to be. I really debated running full gusto the last few miles knowing I still wouldn't hit my goal time, but I KNEW that if I did that I would be down for the rest of the weekend. I had a choice time or enjoy my weekend. I chose my weekend and I don't regret it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My unofficial time I kept on my ipod and paused during my bathroom break was 2:16:00ish. My official chip time was 2:19:00 (on the nose!) which put me at an average pace of 10:37 min/mile. Really it's not too shabby at all considering everything.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6893966390887509062-6225754836755419962?l=myquarterlifecatharsis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myquarterlifecatharsis.blogspot.com/feeds/6225754836755419962/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6893966390887509062&amp;postID=6225754836755419962' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6893966390887509062/posts/default/6225754836755419962'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6893966390887509062/posts/default/6225754836755419962'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myquarterlifecatharsis.blogspot.com/2010/11/jazz-half-marathon.html' title='Jazz Half Marathon'/><author><name>Jenniac</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05660890139032816850</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6893966390887509062.post-2969069605067233376</id><published>2010-10-09T22:16:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2010-10-09T22:17:57.356-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Redonk</title><content type='html'>This Video Blew My Mind!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;iframe title="YouTube video player" class="youtube-player" type="text/html" width="640" height="360" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/Whv1tLqKZig" frameborder="0"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;div style='padding:5px 0; text-align:center; width:640px;'&gt;See more &lt;a href='http://www.todaysbigthing.com/'&gt;funny videos&lt;/a&gt; and &lt;a href='http://www.todaysbigthing.com/'&gt;TBT Videos&lt;/a&gt; at &lt;a href='http://www.todaysbigthing.com/'&gt;Today's Big Thing&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The band is named Hollerado and I am totally going to check them out!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6893966390887509062-2969069605067233376?l=myquarterlifecatharsis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myquarterlifecatharsis.blogspot.com/feeds/2969069605067233376/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6893966390887509062&amp;postID=2969069605067233376' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6893966390887509062/posts/default/2969069605067233376'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6893966390887509062/posts/default/2969069605067233376'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myquarterlifecatharsis.blogspot.com/2010/10/redonk.html' title='Redonk'/><author><name>Jenniac</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05660890139032816850</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/Whv1tLqKZig/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6893966390887509062.post-3904009895240806923</id><published>2010-10-08T09:57:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2010-10-08T10:21:25.076-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Friday Five</title><content type='html'>1. &lt;strong&gt;Sleeping in&lt;/strong&gt;: After a crazy weekof work last week and a long travel day last Thursday it was glorious getting to sleep in on Friday and Saturday. I used to not really like my bed at my mom's house, but my sister put a foam pad from heaven on it when she was living at home and took over my room. For whatever reason she left the pad and it's glorious.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. &lt;strong&gt;NYC Dinner&lt;/strong&gt;: Friday night I met up with Colleen, one of my best friends, in NYC for dinner. Colleen now lives in Connecticut so she was able to jump on the Metro North Train and I jumped on the LIRR train and we got up. Colleen and I have barely seen eachother the this year. I saw her for 1 night when I roadtripped home and surprised her in Delaware. Other than that it was actually the first weekend of October the last time I saw her. Even though we talk om the phone multiple times a week it was great to SEE her. We ate at a resturant called &lt;a href="http://www.josiesnyc.com/josie_west/josie_west.html"&gt;Josie's West&lt;/a&gt; - it was yummy and healthy and mostly organic. It was reasonably priced for NYC and felt very chic. I highly recommend it. Good times!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. &lt;strong&gt;Boardwalk and Beach&lt;/strong&gt;: Saturday I was hell bent on going to run on the boardwalk since I didn't get to do that. It was a BEAUTIFUL day like mid-70s. I took the train to Long Beach and was pleased to see so many people out and about. I did a quick 2 mile run on the boardwalk since it was the day before my half. After my run I went down to the beach and stretched/did some yoga on the sane with the salt water licking at my feet. Wow I wish I had the beach this close here - I'd be there all the time. I loved running on the boardwalk with the salty breeze in my lungs and watching the waves crash. It was pure bliss.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. &lt;strong&gt;Dunkin Donuts&lt;/strong&gt;: Whilst home I got my fair share of Dunkin Donuts Iced Coffee. My first DD stop was in Georgia on the way to the airport and I wanted to try their Pumpkin Iced Coffee. FAIL. IT WAS GROSS. I was mad that I "wasted" that trip on Pumpkin coffee. Lesson learned - stick with my toasted almond iced coffee. Don't worry I drank a BUNCH while I was home. I even stopped on my drive back to Auburn for DD in Georgia and got 2. One for the drive and one for Monday at work. I get so mad when I'm out and about on Long Island and how DDs are EVERYWHERE! Why are they not here, it kills me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. &lt;strong&gt;Soreness&lt;/strong&gt;: I was SORE after my race. As soon as I stopped running I was sore. As soon as I got up from sitting down I was sore. As soon as I got up from my nap I was sore. Walking I was sore. Sitting smushed in my seat for my flight home I was sore. Monday I was straight up walking like an old man. I still felt a little sore on Tuesday. Wednesday I went for a 3 mile run. Yesterday I skipped a work out because I was so tired, but I will run after work today. I need this weekend to catch up on sleep and relax.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6893966390887509062-3904009895240806923?l=myquarterlifecatharsis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myquarterlifecatharsis.blogspot.com/feeds/3904009895240806923/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6893966390887509062&amp;postID=3904009895240806923' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6893966390887509062/posts/default/3904009895240806923'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6893966390887509062/posts/default/3904009895240806923'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myquarterlifecatharsis.blogspot.com/2010/10/friday-five.html' title='Friday Five'/><author><name>Jenniac</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05660890139032816850</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6893966390887509062.post-2070408998906204966</id><published>2010-10-06T16:13:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2010-10-06T16:18:44.428-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Race Day in Review</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__FnIloL_udw/TKznr4jbUVI/AAAAAAAABVY/of_WfqbynZE/s1600/untitled.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 298px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__FnIloL_udw/TKznr4jbUVI/AAAAAAAABVY/of_WfqbynZE/s320/untitled.bmp" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5525045583978123602" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Despite not getting as much sleep as I would have liked on Saturday night I was up and ready to go Sunday. &lt;br /&gt;*It was COLD on Sunday morning and I debated wearing compression tights instead of compression shorts - but I had never run in the tights before and I didn’t want to try anything new. &lt;br /&gt;*Get to the park and use the potty before there is a line. &lt;br /&gt;Texting with my friend Jess who is also running to find out her whereabouts. &lt;br /&gt;*Drink like a bottle of water because of nerves. &lt;br /&gt;Meet up with my friend Jess and her friend. I loved their cute outfits for the race. *We drop our stuff at gear check, take our pre race energy gels and make our way to the start. &lt;br /&gt;*We go to the 11 minute corral - the race starts with the seeded runners who got to wear black bibs, I kinda had to pee, but I ignore it because I know I will sweat it out and the lines are long. &lt;br /&gt;*The race starts with silver confetti and we pretty much stand still for 2 minutes until out group gets to the front. &lt;br /&gt;*Right out the gate I feel good, cold, but good. I am a concerns about having to pee already since it’s COLD out. However I really don’t want to lose time stopping so I vow to push through and hope to sweat. &lt;br /&gt;*After my first mile I see I’m running a sub-10 pace which is exciting, but I also don’t want to over do it so I try to keep myself around the 10 min pace as much as possible. &lt;br /&gt;*While running I see 2 ladies with homemade shirts that say “a DIVA is a female version of a hustler” - I am immediately mad that I didn’t think download that song and put it on my playlist. &lt;br /&gt;*I spent a lot of the run looking at what everyone was wearing (I’m such a girl). LOTS of pink and black. I see a number of women with iRUNLIKEAGIRL gear on. &lt;br /&gt;*I was in awe of all the women themselves and how different every single one of us were. &lt;br /&gt;*Around mile 4 I see ladies in line for port-o-pottys, but I decide not to stop despite the fact that I have to go and I’m still not sweating. Plus I just drank a bunch of water with my 2nd energy gel. &lt;br /&gt;*By mile 6 all I can think about is having to see and decide I MUST stop. I know my pace will pick up if I pee so I try not to stress out about losing time. &lt;br /&gt;*Finally right before mile 7 I see pottys and only 2 people in line. I pause my Nike+ sensor so I can track my time minus the bathroom break. &lt;br /&gt;*Get in and out pretty quickly and feel MUCH better, unpause Nike+ sensor. &lt;br /&gt;*I pick up my pace quite a bit to try and make up for some time and believe it or not after a mile or so I catch up with a few ladies I recognized from the pack I was running with (one girl was running with just a sports bra and had quite an ample bossum [I should have just worn a sports bra - I mean it was all women, who cares] and one girl had a camel back and awesome tights on) &lt;br /&gt;*Next thing I know it’s mile 10 and I still feel good. Still around a 10 minute pace. &lt;br /&gt;*Finally like mile 11 I start to sweat - it had been so grey and cloudy all morning. I’m starting to get really tired and notice people starting to pick me off. &lt;br /&gt;*Mile 12 we get feather boas and tiaras (I opt out of the tiara). I keep telling myself to push through and keep up my “suicide pace.” I muster the strength to run full force and pick off a bunch of people &lt;br /&gt;*The last mile of the race was not scenic - we ran through like a truck depot/parking lot which was hella awkward. &lt;br /&gt;*I finally see the finish line in sight. Sadly the crowds were as loud and crazy as I hoped (however throughout the race I enjoyed seeing dad and kids cheering and holding signs for moms). &lt;br /&gt;*Crossing that finish line was a beautiful thing. &lt;br /&gt;*I RAN THE WHOLE DAMN THING. I only stopped to pee. No walking, no jogging, all running. I’m pretty much I ran in the 9:15-11:55 min/miles range the whole time. &lt;br /&gt;*My legs felt STRONG - I remember looking down at my quads as I ran and being impressed with myself - my ankles were a bit mad at me for running the whole time, but they got over it. &lt;br /&gt;*After the race it was time for medals, champagne, roses, food, pictures, and stretching. &lt;br /&gt;*Met back up with Jess to recap the race, chat, celebrate and then say our goodbyes. &lt;br /&gt;*Try to keep moving and walking because once I sit I know it’s going to be hard to get moving.&lt;br /&gt;*Meet up with my aunt for brunch, head home for a shower and 2 hour nap before my flight back where I slept most of it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am so proud of myself. I had a great race. I’m looking forward to my next half on halloween weekend, then after that Triathlon training I’m coming for you!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS - my unofficial time not counting the potty break was 2:11:54&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6893966390887509062-2070408998906204966?l=myquarterlifecatharsis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myquarterlifecatharsis.blogspot.com/feeds/2070408998906204966/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6893966390887509062&amp;postID=2070408998906204966' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6893966390887509062/posts/default/2070408998906204966'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6893966390887509062/posts/default/2070408998906204966'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myquarterlifecatharsis.blogspot.com/2010/10/race-day-in-review.html' title='Race Day in Review'/><author><name>Jenniac</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05660890139032816850</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__FnIloL_udw/TKznr4jbUVI/AAAAAAAABVY/of_WfqbynZE/s72-c/untitled.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6893966390887509062.post-8622208456946381987</id><published>2010-10-04T15:51:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2010-10-04T15:52:34.332-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Half Marathoner</title><content type='html'>Yesterday was great. Finished in 2:13:23 which is WAY faster than I would have hoped! I promise a full recap this week. In the meantime this video illustrates how I'm feeling today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="640" height="385"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/m-hCuYjvw2I?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/m-hCuYjvw2I?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="640" height="385"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6893966390887509062-8622208456946381987?l=myquarterlifecatharsis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myquarterlifecatharsis.blogspot.com/feeds/8622208456946381987/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6893966390887509062&amp;postID=8622208456946381987' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6893966390887509062/posts/default/8622208456946381987'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6893966390887509062/posts/default/8622208456946381987'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myquarterlifecatharsis.blogspot.com/2010/10/half-marathoner.html' title='Half Marathoner'/><author><name>Jenniac</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05660890139032816850</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6893966390887509062.post-5577097557426765269</id><published>2010-10-01T12:49:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2010-10-01T12:51:21.389-05:00</updated><title type='text'>October 1st Friday Five</title><content type='html'>1. &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Weather Woes. &lt;/span&gt;I’m currently writing this on my flight home to New York. We have about 20 more minutes until we land and we should get in just about on time THANK GOD. Yesterday I get a call from my mom alerting me to Tropical Storm Nicole. What? I know that the weather channel always prepares people for the worst, but I was STRESSED. I didn’t want my flight cancelled or to spend hours at the airport. I monitored the weather all day today and made back up plans incase I had to stay in Atlanta for the night, but I mostly prayed that I got to New York. Seriously last night and today was so stressful. I’m just happy to be on my way and get my full weekend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;100 mile month&lt;/span&gt;. My half marathon is on Sunday and I have been training with a regimented training schedule since June. After falling off the wagon in only slightly in July/August with my trip to New York for my birthday I missed hitting triple digits for my monthly totals. Well I conquered September. 103 miles for the month of September. Between my half marathon on Sunday and the one I signed up for in New Orleans Halloween weekend I feel good about hitting triple digits again. Have I mentioned that I’m running a second half marathon at the end of the month. I’m in the best shape of my life, I want to go to New Orleans and I figure a half marathon in New Orleans on Halloween weekend was meant to be. So does this mean I can tell people I ran a marathon in October?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;President’s Party Barn.&lt;/span&gt; Tuesday was a student leader reception at the President’s house. This was the second year in a row that I’ve attended this event. I should also be clear that the event doesn’t happen IN his out, but rather NEXT to his house in his party barn. Party barn is a term for like shed’s outside fraternity houses where they host their band parties. Last year the President built himself a fancy party barn. There was yummy food and I got to see a lot of awesome students I know as well as celebrate the 10 fabulous students that are directing out orientation programs this year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Chill&lt;/span&gt;. After MONTHS of staring at a new frozen yogurt place in town called Chill I had some this week. It was actually then evening of the President’s reception and I turned down dessert there knowing that there was an opportunity to go to Chill with students. I got a Pumpkin/Snickerdoodle cookie twist that was law fat/fat free. I only got a little bit, but it was DDDDDDDDDDDD-LICIOUS. I will need to get more since it is only a seasonal flavor. It reminded me of UConn’s Dairy Bar pumpkin ice cream which was the yummiest ice cream I think I’ve ever had.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Bad Pumpkin.&lt;/span&gt; Chill was a good Pumpkin experience, however Dunkin Donuts was not. On my drive to the airport I stopped in Georgia for my first DD Iced Coffee in nearly a month (and the first of many of this trip). Well I had heard the DD had a new pumpkin flavor and a lot of people were talking about it. So when I stopped I really wanted to try it, but in the back of my head I was worried if I didn’t like it than I would get my first DD fix off of a gross coffee. Seeing all the pumpkin stuff in the store I had to try it. After I ordered it I noticed it was “pre-sweetened.” FAIL. I don’t like sweetened drinks. I was still open to it. Umm it was HORRID. It tastes like a candle (not that I know what a candle tastes like), but it tasted like a fragrant pumpkin candle. I couldn’t put my finger on it, but I DID NOT LIKE IT. Luckily I ONLY got a medium instead of my standard large. I drank it anyway because I was thirsty and it was a DD Iced Coffee. However the rest of my trip will be filled with my beloved Toasted Almond.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This weekend is shaping up to be quite awesome. Can’t wait!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6893966390887509062-5577097557426765269?l=myquarterlifecatharsis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myquarterlifecatharsis.blogspot.com/feeds/5577097557426765269/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6893966390887509062&amp;postID=5577097557426765269' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6893966390887509062/posts/default/5577097557426765269'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6893966390887509062/posts/default/5577097557426765269'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myquarterlifecatharsis.blogspot.com/2010/10/october-1st-friday-five.html' title='October 1st Friday Five'/><author><name>Jenniac</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05660890139032816850</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6893966390887509062.post-6012968885239471806</id><published>2010-09-30T09:38:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2010-09-30T09:48:19.003-05:00</updated><title type='text'>New York Bound (Hopefully)</title><content type='html'>This week I am been busy at work and have been extra swamped since I am leaving early today and taking off tomorrow for Nueva York. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However Tropical Storm Nicole is trying to mess up my plans. Luckily it seems the strength of the storm has fizzled, but there is still rain. Most of it looks west of New York, but we all know how airport delays pile up and my flight isn't until 7:40pm. So I'm stressed, I just want to be in New York and get my long weekend hassle free. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You'd think I'd be worried about the half marathon, but truth be told I'm not. I'm worried about the DAMN WEATHER.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This week I had such a crazy work week that I had to pack and make my playlist last night - both tasks took longer than I would have liked. I'm only packing a carry on and a backpack. I am a chronic over-packer so I have to weed through my pile of stuff I "wanted to bring" twice until it was a reasonable amount. I also didn't want to pack my bag to capacity because I am *HOPING* my mom sees how stupid big most of my clothes are on me now and buys me a few items - therefore I need room to bring them home with me. It's weird how my suitcase is like 60% running stuff and 40% non-running stuff. I have 2 little runs I plan to do - one of Friday and one on Saturday then of course RACE DAY SUNDAY. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I made my race playlist - added a FEW new songs, but mainly stuck with songs I've run to in the past and I know how I react to. So my 2.6 hour (in itunes time) playlist consists of 44 songs. I'm hoping to finish the race in under 2:30:00 so really that's like 37 songs. Again not worried about the run, but to think that I'll be running for 37 straight songs is a cool way to measure it. I have to admit like 6 of the songs are David Cook songs (I know you're judging me and I don't care). &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OK must get back to work, but I hope to write some blog posts at the aiport on my flight and post them today/tomorrow/Saturday. Plus look forward to a full race recap next week, but I'm sure on Sunday I'll post a little sumthin' sumthin'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wish me safe and on time travels!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6893966390887509062-6012968885239471806?l=myquarterlifecatharsis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myquarterlifecatharsis.blogspot.com/feeds/6012968885239471806/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6893966390887509062&amp;postID=6012968885239471806' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6893966390887509062/posts/default/6012968885239471806'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6893966390887509062/posts/default/6012968885239471806'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myquarterlifecatharsis.blogspot.com/2010/09/new-york-bound-hopefully.html' title='New York Bound (Hopefully)'/><author><name>Jenniac</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05660890139032816850</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6893966390887509062.post-360735034054477394</id><published>2010-09-24T09:26:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2010-09-24T09:27:00.935-05:00</updated><title type='text'>9/24's Friday Five</title><content type='html'>1. As per my plan to "Measure My Year in Cups of Coffee" I hit my 300th cup yesterday. You may not be impressed, but my "cup" is usually in the form of a venti from Starbucks thanks. My stats should increase quickly since I'll be in New York next weekend and enjoy my beloved Dunkin Donuts - I'm coming for you Pumpkin Iced Coffee!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. I saw this quote on my friends Facebook the other day and it has really made me think "If someone wants to be a part of your life, they will make an effort to be in it." So true, so true...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. I've been listening to a good mix of tunes lately - most notably: Florence + The Machine, New Kids on the Block, Regina Spektor and I'm hoping to pick up the new Maroon 5 album this weekend. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. I recently got in contact with my college friend Mike to recommend my sister for a job at his company. Mike was someone I was never very close with, but we ran in the same circles and I've always admired him. So when my sister emailed Mike about the job and said I recommended her to apply, I was pleasantly surprised to learn that Mike said "I have always had respect for your sister and think she is good people." I know it sounds lame, but Mike is probably one of the most successful people I know and he is truly going places in life so coming from him I take that as a HUGE compliment. My sister is meeting with Mike today for an informal interview. FINGERS CROSSED.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. So Blogspot is FINALLY catching up with technology and added a "stats" feature so you can see who reads your blog, page hits, keyword search entry points etc. Well it turns out that "Redneck Bingo" is what has led MANY people to my blog. Awkward?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have a great weekend everyone!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6893966390887509062-360735034054477394?l=myquarterlifecatharsis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myquarterlifecatharsis.blogspot.com/feeds/360735034054477394/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6893966390887509062&amp;postID=360735034054477394' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6893966390887509062/posts/default/360735034054477394'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6893966390887509062/posts/default/360735034054477394'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myquarterlifecatharsis.blogspot.com/2010/09/924s-friday-five.html' title='9/24&apos;s Friday Five'/><author><name>Jenniac</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05660890139032816850</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6893966390887509062.post-8827787953415733528</id><published>2010-09-23T14:45:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2010-09-23T14:46:33.402-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Triathlete in Training</title><content type='html'>A couple of weeks ago I saw during a Student Organization Fair that Auburn has a Triathlon Club. I was too intimindated to go talk to them at their table and I meant to look them up. Well yesterday I finally did. The club is open to students, faculty, STAFF and even the community. They have various training groups like 6x a week. I left a message through their contact page and got a response with the hour! The guy was very supportive and invited me to come out to a practice. So next week I think I'm headed to SWIM practice. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know that if I have a group to train with, teach me and support me that I can totally do a Triathlon this spring.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So yesterday I went out and bought some necessary "gear"&lt;br /&gt;*Padded cycling shorts &lt;br /&gt;*4 pairs of dri fit socks &lt;br /&gt;*Dri fit compression tights (I may return them because honestly it’s still too damn hot here to wear them anytime soon) &lt;br /&gt;*3 dri fit running tops on clearance for $2.88 each &lt;br /&gt;*Puma short sleeve running hoodie on clearance for $2.88 &lt;br /&gt;*Goggles, nose clip, swim cap  &lt;br /&gt;*Ear buds (dog chewed on old ones that still work, but worried about them not working for my half marathon) &lt;br /&gt;*Various Energy Gels &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I still need to get a proper swimsuit - I don't think my tankinis are going to cut it. I also really need a bike. Luckily I found out that the City of Auburn allows people to "check out bikes" for two week period for FREE. So I am going to look into that ASAP when I get back after my half marathon. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Speaking of my half...I am SOOOO excited. Like no joke. Next week at this time I'll be headed to the airport. I GOT this half. I'm just looking forward to a long run and the high associated with race day. Plus not sure if I mentioned that I'm doing another half marathon on 10/30 in New Orleans. Yeah I'm crazy I know, but you know what if you got it, flaunt it and right now I have the ability to run 13 miles so I'm gonna!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really may add a "donate" button to this blog incase anyone wants to contribute to my triathlon training supplies and race fees! So in anyone or anyone's company wants to "sponsor" me I wouldn't turn you down.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6893966390887509062-8827787953415733528?l=myquarterlifecatharsis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myquarterlifecatharsis.blogspot.com/feeds/8827787953415733528/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6893966390887509062&amp;postID=8827787953415733528' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6893966390887509062/posts/default/8827787953415733528'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6893966390887509062/posts/default/8827787953415733528'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myquarterlifecatharsis.blogspot.com/2010/09/triathlete-in-training.html' title='Triathlete in Training'/><author><name>Jenniac</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05660890139032816850</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6893966390887509062.post-5796242866079977870</id><published>2010-09-20T11:01:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2010-09-20T11:14:59.483-05:00</updated><title type='text'>We Gon' Find Ya</title><content type='html'>Below you will find my fantastic SOS/CWE Jumbotron commercial that aired this week right after the team took the field following half time. The commercial is gonna air at the next 2 games as well! After it aired I announced to the section I was sitting in that I made it and they all cheered for me. True story!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;iframe src="http://player.vimeo.com/video/14960980" width="400" height="225" frameborder="0"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://vimeo.com/14960980"&gt;2010 Jumbotron&lt;/a&gt; from &lt;a href="http://vimeo.com/user1218337"&gt;Josh Stephens&lt;/a&gt; on &lt;a href="http://vimeo.com"&gt;Vimeo&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We sampled the "Intruder song" - which may not be the most appropriate, but it's very popular since it happened in Alabama and the whole stadium laughed at that part. If you haven't seen it please check out the full thing it's HILARIOUS and get stuck in your head&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/hMtZfW2z9dw?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/hMtZfW2z9dw?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6893966390887509062-5796242866079977870?l=myquarterlifecatharsis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myquarterlifecatharsis.blogspot.com/feeds/5796242866079977870/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6893966390887509062&amp;postID=5796242866079977870' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6893966390887509062/posts/default/5796242866079977870'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6893966390887509062/posts/default/5796242866079977870'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myquarterlifecatharsis.blogspot.com/2010/09/we-gon-find-ya.html' title='We Gon&apos; Find Ya'/><author><name>Jenniac</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05660890139032816850</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6893966390887509062.post-2038676167602671026</id><published>2010-09-17T16:41:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2010-09-17T21:31:51.209-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Friday 5ive</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;1. Domestic/Cooking&lt;/span&gt;: I've had to cook a few times lately for various parties/work things and I've starting to make food I actually like. I can make a great veggie pizza, pasta salad, chicken stir-fry, turkey burger and various dessert treats.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;2. Game/Jumbotron&lt;/span&gt;: ESPN's Gameday is here for the Clemson game. There have been ESPN people all over campus today...umm if it's not Jesse Palmer then I'm not interested. The jumbotron commerial premieres at the game which I'm really excited about - I hope people like it as much as I do! Don't worry I'll post it on here on Monday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;3. 12 miles&lt;/span&gt;: I have a 12 mile run on Sunday aka my longest run before my 1/2 marathon in 2 weeks. After Sundays run my runs will be easier runs - so I can recover and be ready for the half. This week at the gym I ran a bunch of intervals so when I did a 4 mile run outside today I could feel myself pushing through parts of my run I wouldn't normally be able to do. I also got honked and cat called out for the firs time while running. I really thought it would have happened sooner, but maybe southern guys are too gentlemanly to do that. It's interesting when I see students on campus and they tell me they say me running. I' m turning into quite an athlete so I'm not self-conscious about my running at all anymore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;4. Long Hair&lt;/span&gt;: So for a while I had thought about getting a pixie cut this fall, but I decided that I'm gonna grow it out and then in the latr spring/early summer get a pixie. Right now my hair is probably the longest it's been in nearly 3 years since I only got a minor trim back in July. After my 1/2 marathon I'm gonna get a trim and color, but I haven't figured out what I want to do colorwise...any suggestions?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;5. New TV Shows&lt;/span&gt;: How I Met Your Mother, Modern Family and Cougar Town premiere this upcoming week! I'm sure there are a few more premieres this week, but those are the three I'm most excited about. My TiVo has been on the fritz - actually my wireless internet has been on the fritz so the cheapest/easiest solution was to get a tivo box with an ethernet cord jack. Hopefully my TiVo after over a month will be up and running in the next week or so.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have a great weekend!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6893966390887509062-2038676167602671026?l=myquarterlifecatharsis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myquarterlifecatharsis.blogspot.com/feeds/2038676167602671026/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6893966390887509062&amp;postID=2038676167602671026' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6893966390887509062/posts/default/2038676167602671026'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6893966390887509062/posts/default/2038676167602671026'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myquarterlifecatharsis.blogspot.com/2010/09/friday-5ive.html' title='Friday 5ive'/><author><name>Jenniac</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05660890139032816850</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6893966390887509062.post-2827491485968651050</id><published>2010-09-16T13:08:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2010-09-16T13:30:40.064-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Tunnel Video</title><content type='html'>Quotes from a chat session with my sister today:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;Sister: i miss alabama&lt;br /&gt;Sister: i just want to experience game day again&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My sister just booked her flight to come down for a game in October along with one of her friends who is also super excited. Clearly love for Auburn in contagious when you get a cynical New Yorker like my sister to say those things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here is a look at this year's Football Tunnel Video. LOVE IT!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="640" height="385"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/wWCXzyLp0Ds&amp;color1=0xb1b1b1&amp;color2=0xd0d0d0&amp;hl=en_US&amp;feature=player_embedded&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowScriptAccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/wWCXzyLp0Ds&amp;color1=0xb1b1b1&amp;color2=0xd0d0d0&amp;hl=en_US&amp;feature=player_embedded&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" allowScriptAccess="always" width="640" height="385"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS: those of you reading this in google reader - I posted something else earlier today, but google reader isn't recognizing it for some reason, so go directly to my blog to read about my Halloween 2011 plans.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6893966390887509062-2827491485968651050?l=myquarterlifecatharsis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myquarterlifecatharsis.blogspot.com/feeds/2827491485968651050/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6893966390887509062&amp;postID=2827491485968651050' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6893966390887509062/posts/default/2827491485968651050'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6893966390887509062/posts/default/2827491485968651050'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myquarterlifecatharsis.blogspot.com/2010/09/tunnel-video.html' title='Tunnel Video'/><author><name>Jenniac</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05660890139032816850</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6893966390887509062.post-5333177798177300164</id><published>2010-09-16T10:19:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2010-09-16T13:38:25.319-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Dublin Marathon 2011</title><content type='html'>I was just gchatting with my sister about my 1/2 marathon and we were talking about her NYC 1/2 marathon she did last year (a friend got injured and my sister had 5 weeks to train and be ready to take her spot). She ran it like like 2:50:00 which is amazing considering she was only a casual runner.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway she told me about the Dublin Marathon and how it apparently is one of the flattest courses in the world. &lt;a href="http://dublinmarathon.ie/index.php"&gt;http://dublinmarathon.ie/index.php&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh and the race is on HALLOWEEN. COME ON!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have not traveled outside of the US before. My 2009 Resolution was to get a passport - which I did. My plan was to travel in 2010, but I feel like this year has been so devoted to heath and fitness. So maybe 2011 can be my travel year. As you know Ireland has been the on the top of my to-do list. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’ve talked about Ireland for almost a year, but keep making excuses about money or work or whatever. This gives my a over a year to be ready for a full marathon with hopefully a few varying distance races/triathlon in between and gives my sister a year to start training, plus I want to rope in my friend Kelly who I have talked going to Ireland with and I roped her into a 5K with me in May. And also a year for all of us to save $$$.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6893966390887509062-5333177798177300164?l=myquarterlifecatharsis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myquarterlifecatharsis.blogspot.com/feeds/5333177798177300164/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6893966390887509062&amp;postID=5333177798177300164' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6893966390887509062/posts/default/5333177798177300164'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6893966390887509062/posts/default/5333177798177300164'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myquarterlifecatharsis.blogspot.com/2010/09/dublin-marathon-2011.html' title='Dublin Marathon 2011'/><author><name>Jenniac</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05660890139032816850</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6893966390887509062.post-3991119470555865899</id><published>2010-09-15T09:38:00.007-05:00</published><updated>2010-09-15T13:49:50.465-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Working Weekend</title><content type='html'>This weekend was not a restful one. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I served as a facilitator for a leadership conference on campus that was Friday afternoon/evening and Saturday morning/afternoon. I was both excited for it and dreaded it. Luckily once I got there I was into it. I heart freshmen students, they are so precious. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saturday following the conference was Cooper's baby shower. I spent about 5 hours at the Armstrong casa for the party, but luckily I work with such wonderful people that I enjoyed every second of it despite being exhausted. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sunday morning I went out for an 11 mile run which was just about the only time I had to myself this weekend (besides sleep). I have really grown to love my long runs, I can both think about everything and nothing at all. Those 2+ hours that I'm out on a long run are some of the fastest hours of my week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sunday afternoon we had a CWE and SOS publicity blitz. AKA start plastering campus with ads to apply for a Camp Counselor or Orientation Leader. Lots of painting, drawing, gluing, folding and button making was also had. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sunday night was the True Blood finale which was a pretty major let down. I think outside of the YUM that is Eric this season was pretty ho hum which is extremely disappointing because we only get 12 episodes and season and have to wait 10 months for season 4. I think this season was a "building year" and I do have high hopes for season 4 when it premieres in May 2011. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So yeah that was my weekend in a nutshell. This weekend I plan on doing some shopping, sleeping, swimming/tanning and watching Auburn kick some Clemson ass (and watch the jumbotron commerical I made on the big screen).&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6893966390887509062-3991119470555865899?l=myquarterlifecatharsis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myquarterlifecatharsis.blogspot.com/feeds/3991119470555865899/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6893966390887509062&amp;postID=3991119470555865899' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6893966390887509062/posts/default/3991119470555865899'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6893966390887509062/posts/default/3991119470555865899'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myquarterlifecatharsis.blogspot.com/2010/09/working-weekend.html' title='Working Weekend'/><author><name>Jenniac</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05660890139032816850</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6893966390887509062.post-3693484903913690748</id><published>2010-09-10T09:38:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2010-09-10T10:13:25.095-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Friday 5</title><content type='html'>In an effort to be a better blogger, I am going to try and write a Friday 5 each week (however we all know when I make lofty plans like this...I rarely follow through). Honestly though I'd like to try and post 3x a week at least. I owe it to you and I owe it to me (since I no longer keep in a written journal...I know after 11 years I went completely digital).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;1. I-Lead:&lt;/strong&gt;I am serving as a facilitator for a student leadership conference this weekend. It's this afternoon/evening and tomorrow morning/afternoon. There should be about 200 first and second year students in attendance. It's the first conference of this type so I'm excited to be a part of it. I also look forward to seeing the students partake in many leadership activities that I hold dear to my heart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;2. Baby Shower: &lt;/strong&gt;Tomorrow afternoon/evening after the conference is little Cooper Dunn's shower. I am one of the hostesses for the shower. I am really just contributing with food and money because these ladies have it UNDER CONTROL (I'm talking to you Sarah). I have never gone to a baby shower, and I've only been to one bridal shower so this is ALL NEW. I figured I might as well take notes and see what kind of things they plan/think about it. Honestly some of it is like another language!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;3. True Blood Finale:&lt;/strong&gt; Say it ain't so. I don't want season 3 to be over. Damn HBO and only having 12 episode seasons. This season was either hated or loved by fans, but I loved most of it. I'm very curious to see how the finale will shake out. Then I will be forced to mourn True Blood until next May when season 4 returns.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;4. Jumbotron and Blitz:&lt;/strong&gt; Applications for BOTH our Camp Counselor and Transfer Orientation Leaders come out on MONDAY. We have all be been working like crazy to get our publicity efforts in order. Sunday is our publicity blitz where our former student leaders come in and help with publicity projects and put things up across campus. Yesterday I spent nearly the whole day working on our Jumbotron commericial. It will be running at the next 3 home games. This is my 3rd year doing jumbotron commericials (I actually did 2 different ones last year) so I have a handle on it, but it's stressful none the less. The 30 second ad costs $500 per game, is going to be viewed by over 87,000 people and athletics are huge sticklers. I must say despite the SHORT timeline and lack of my usual "process" I am very proud of the commercial. It's catching, funny, and informative. Once it "premieres" on the jumbotron next week I will post it here. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;5. College A Capella: &lt;/strong&gt;It should be no surprise to you that I listen to A LOT OF MUSIC. I often go to grooveshark.com for my music fix. The past 2 weeks I've been listening to collegiate a capella groups. Sadly UConn has been the only school I've been at to have them and their groups were all FANTASTIC. I loved going to a capella shows. I owe quite a few "Best of College A Capella ::insert year::" and how now become obsessed with Ben Folds Presents: University A Capella. Ben selected college a capella groups from all over the country to cover his songs after he heard a Ohio University group cover "Brick." I just love the sound, TONE, and MOOD of a capella.If you aren't listening to any you really should. I'm currently listening to a co-ed group cover Jewel's "Who Will Save Your Soul." - Brilliant!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6893966390887509062-3693484903913690748?l=myquarterlifecatharsis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myquarterlifecatharsis.blogspot.com/feeds/3693484903913690748/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6893966390887509062&amp;postID=3693484903913690748' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6893966390887509062/posts/default/3693484903913690748'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6893966390887509062/posts/default/3693484903913690748'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myquarterlifecatharsis.blogspot.com/2010/09/friday-5.html' title='Friday 5'/><author><name>Jenniac</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05660890139032816850</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6893966390887509062.post-7596406811845887986</id><published>2010-09-07T11:28:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2010-09-07T11:29:55.802-05:00</updated><title type='text'>On Repeat</title><content type='html'>I don't even usually care for Katy Perry, but I can't get enough of this song...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="640" height="385"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/8fj2HVYlD_4?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/8fj2HVYlD_4?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="640" height="385"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6893966390887509062-7596406811845887986?l=myquarterlifecatharsis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myquarterlifecatharsis.blogspot.com/feeds/7596406811845887986/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6893966390887509062&amp;postID=7596406811845887986' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6893966390887509062/posts/default/7596406811845887986'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6893966390887509062/posts/default/7596406811845887986'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myquarterlifecatharsis.blogspot.com/2010/09/on-repeat.html' title='On Repeat'/><author><name>Jenniac</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05660890139032816850</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6893966390887509062.post-5160339708596452350</id><published>2010-09-05T13:41:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2010-09-05T13:43:05.396-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Labor Day 5K</title><content type='html'>Going to bed was quite the challenge last night I was too damn excited. I somehow managed to sleep pretty well and popped out of bed like a poptart when my alarm went off at 5am. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Got ready, head breakfast, picked up my friend Michelle who was coming to cheer me on and we got on the road. The race was about 45 minutes away in Georgia (at Callaway Gardens for my Southern peeps - SUCH a beautiful place I had never been before). Also keep in mind Georgia is in the Eastern Time Zone. Thankfully with the drive and time changes we made it there with 20 minutes to spare (I had a nightmare that I woke up drove all that way and we couldn’t find the registration tent/missed it).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Gardens was hosting 5K and a Triathlon that day. Since I registered at the event I had to wear a Tri bibb and they ran out of shirts so they were going to mail me one. I also was given a chip that was a velcro band around my ankle (I’ve had the shoelace chips prior). &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was feeling good, anxious, nervous - lots of emotions. It was quite brisk out - I’d say in the mid 60s. I got my ipod and nike+ sensor queued up and was waiting on go. The race was small - 150 of us. I told myself I was going to pace myself at the start and then push the second half. Well OF COURSE as soon as they said go I took off. I was at the front of the pack when we started and pretty much stayed towards the front the whole time. It was a lovely route around a lake and through some woods. There was some rolling hills, but overall it was a lovely route. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I felt so freaking good on my run, I had no idea my pace and I didn’t care. Since I started like a bat out of hell I slowed my pace slightly for the middle of the ran, but I NEVER ONCE STOPPED OR WALKED. I didn’t even want to stop or walk - I was in the zone. Once I was at about 4K I kicked it back into high gear. It was also around the 4K point that we passed some of the first Triathlon cyclists. I was smiling and cheering for them as I ran. As I approached the finish line I saw a “28” on the clock and couldn’t believe it. I wanted to badly to finish under 30 minutes, but I wasn’t sure I had it in me. I shaved over 4.5 minutes off my first/previous 5K in May. There is no feeling in the world like crossing a finish line - I’m addicted to it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After the race I met up with my friend and we watched some of the last Triathlon swimmers finish up before exploring some other events going on including mini golf. Well we were 1/2 into our game of mini golf when I think I hear my name over the PA. I was like ???? So we head over to the registration tent to see they were giving out awards. They gave awards for the overall winners and top 3 per age group. After the finished I walked up to one of the volunteers and said I thought I heard my name (I would have been HORRIFIED if they were like ummm no). So I found out I had placed 2nd in my age group (25-29) and age group winners got plaques - except then ran out of 2nd place ones so they are going to mail it to me. So now I can look forward to my tshirt and my plaque in the mail.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also check the website and saw my “official” time was 28:53.26&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That means my average pace was around 9:18 min/mile - WHAT?!?! I’ve never even come CLOSE to that before. I guess I was channeling my inner Prefontaine:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The only good race pace is suicide pace and today looks like a good day to die &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God I felt great and I am really starting to get a sense of what I’m made of and what I can achieve. I am SO READY for my 1/2 marathon next month. This was just the vote of confidence I needed. Also seeing the Triathletes makes me really want to aim for that this spring.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6893966390887509062-5160339708596452350?l=myquarterlifecatharsis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myquarterlifecatharsis.blogspot.com/feeds/5160339708596452350/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6893966390887509062&amp;postID=5160339708596452350' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6893966390887509062/posts/default/5160339708596452350'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6893966390887509062/posts/default/5160339708596452350'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myquarterlifecatharsis.blogspot.com/2010/09/labor-day-5k.html' title='Labor Day 5K'/><author><name>Jenniac</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05660890139032816850</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6893966390887509062.post-1661634993680388108</id><published>2010-09-03T10:11:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2010-09-16T13:33:38.239-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Some of those Ups and Downs</title><content type='html'>So while I was home in NY I had 2 job interviews. After one of the interviews I withdrew as a candidate because I knew it wasn't right for me. The second interview on the other hand have SO MUCH GOING FOR IT. Money, locations, responsibilities, supervision etc. There was also some really negative things about the job/institution, but I wasn't letting myself focus on that. As it turns out I didn't get the job, but it's really for the best. The job wasn't right AND I'm not ready to leave Auburn just yet. I've had starting a job sometime in Spring 2011 in my head for a looong time. I want another football season, I want to be here for publicity/selections, I want to be here to hang out with Melissa's newborn son Cooper, I want to attend my dear friend Codi and Jim's wedding, I want to make and check things off my Alabama "bucket list" and spend more time with the wonderful people in my life down here. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know that the northeast is home and will be my home again, so I need to stop worrying about getting back there and just soak up this little slice of heaven better known as Auburn, Alabama.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So since I decided to focus on living life in Auburn I made a rash decision when I found out I didn't get that job. Like joined a free dating website. The funny thing is the day AFTER I joined the stupid site I met someone out the old fashioned way. So in the past week I've gone out with 3 guys...ooopps (hate the player, not the game). Only 2 have made the it past the first cut. I'm gonna stay pretty mum with details on here right now, but we shall see. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Speaking of ups - Tomorrow is Auburn's first home football game. Let me tell you:&lt;br /&gt;(to the tune of the sound of music) "The plains are aaaaaaaalive with the colors of ooooorange"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everywhere you look people in their ORANGE and blue. The RVs are here, the tailgaters a recurrently claiming their spots and there is an intoxicating buzz in the air. Today is like Christmas Eve and I can't wait for tomorrow and seeing that eagle fly along with 87,451 of the SECs best fans.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;War Damn Eagle&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6893966390887509062-1661634993680388108?l=myquarterlifecatharsis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myquarterlifecatharsis.blogspot.com/feeds/1661634993680388108/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6893966390887509062&amp;postID=1661634993680388108' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6893966390887509062/posts/default/1661634993680388108'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6893966390887509062/posts/default/1661634993680388108'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myquarterlifecatharsis.blogspot.com/2010/09/some-of-those-ups-and-downs.html' title='Some of those Ups and Downs'/><author><name>Jenniac</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05660890139032816850</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6893966390887509062.post-503859187627276957</id><published>2010-09-02T09:04:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2010-09-02T10:20:45.531-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Who am I?</title><content type='html'>I have been rewatching the entire &lt;em&gt;How I Met Your Mother&lt;/em&gt; series on DVD and this little exchange was so wonderful, heartbreaking and true for those of us in our late twenties and early thirties.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;Robin: Have you ever had one of those days where nothing all that monumental happens, but by the end of it you have no idea who you are or what the hell you are doing with your life? Do you ever have one of those days? &lt;br /&gt;Ted: [smiles] Uhh, about once a week.&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have had my fair share of ups and downs in life. I think we all do. I just think the journey to find yourself is awesome and scary. Lately I have not really been able to recognize myself, but in a good way. There have been lots of good things in my life and a good bit of horseshit too. 2010 has been an FASCINATING year in my life and to think we still have 1/3 of the year left.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6893966390887509062-503859187627276957?l=myquarterlifecatharsis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myquarterlifecatharsis.blogspot.com/feeds/503859187627276957/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6893966390887509062&amp;postID=503859187627276957' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6893966390887509062/posts/default/503859187627276957'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6893966390887509062/posts/default/503859187627276957'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myquarterlifecatharsis.blogspot.com/2010/09/who-am-i.html' title='Who am I?'/><author><name>Jenniac</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05660890139032816850</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6893966390887509062.post-7359683714073373058</id><published>2010-08-26T16:10:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2010-09-03T10:14:15.076-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Hello Friends</title><content type='html'>I have been a bad blogger - and it's not like nothing has been happening. It's been quite the opposite, life is so busy. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;New York was great and exhausting at the same time. Saw so many people, drove A LOT, got to NYC a few times, shopped, and ate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One of my wonderful &lt;a href="http://mandmwalkbyfaith.blogspot.com/"&gt;coworkers and her husband&lt;/a&gt; adopted a precious newborn son. His name is Cooper and I am in love with him. I saw him twice this week and even held him for over an hour on Sunday. I hope to visit him this weekend too!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;School started here and we had tons of programs and events. I love that my wonderful student leaders are back and I love meeting the precious new students and helping them out. I've had a few out of state student programs which have all been a huge sucess!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've continued my running and am signing up for a 1/2 marathon on October 3rd on Long Island. My friend Christine is running it as well which is exciting. It's an all women's race and at the finish line shirtless firemen give you champagne (I'm not kidding).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've also expanded my workout routines. I've been to yoga a few times and I even took my first spin class yesterday (I love it, but I'm sore today).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My fingernails are the longest and strongest they've EVER been. Not crazy long, but like cute long so don't worry. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just started back with my improv group after we took a summer hiatus - it's great to be back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Freddie and I are starting obedience training this weekend for 6 weeks - hopefully we can get his barking under control. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AUBURN FOOTBALL starts a week from Saturday and I'm SOOO FREAKIN' EXCITED!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have a date tomorrow. Just sayin'&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6893966390887509062-7359683714073373058?l=myquarterlifecatharsis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myquarterlifecatharsis.blogspot.com/feeds/7359683714073373058/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6893966390887509062&amp;postID=7359683714073373058' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6893966390887509062/posts/default/7359683714073373058'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6893966390887509062/posts/default/7359683714073373058'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myquarterlifecatharsis.blogspot.com/2010/08/hello-friends.html' title='Hello Friends'/><author><name>Jenniac</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05660890139032816850</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6893966390887509062.post-1108333708605063258</id><published>2010-08-04T11:55:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2010-08-04T12:00:55.130-05:00</updated><title type='text'>It's My Birthday</title><content type='html'>Happy 27th Birthday to me!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm officially in my LATE twenties, but I'm thrilled with my life these days and there's no other place in my life that I'd rather be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm enjoying the last few days of my vacation before I hit the road on Saturday. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To celebrate my birthday I think you should all wear something orange and enjoy an iced coffee (preferably from Dunkin Donuts) while listening to David Cook!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6893966390887509062-1108333708605063258?l=myquarterlifecatharsis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myquarterlifecatharsis.blogspot.com/feeds/1108333708605063258/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6893966390887509062&amp;postID=1108333708605063258' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6893966390887509062/posts/default/1108333708605063258'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6893966390887509062/posts/default/1108333708605063258'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myquarterlifecatharsis.blogspot.com/2010/08/its-my-birthday.html' title='It&apos;s My Birthday'/><author><name>Jenniac</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05660890139032816850</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6893966390887509062.post-1693756753003340425</id><published>2010-07-27T14:10:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2010-07-27T14:14:43.489-05:00</updated><title type='text'>July in Review</title><content type='html'>Wait what? It's the end of July? What in the world? I've been busy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Here's the run down&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Nashville/10K&lt;br /&gt;-Hair&lt;br /&gt;-Camp War Eagle Sessions 7 &amp; 8&lt;br /&gt;-CWE Banquets&lt;br /&gt;-Running&lt;br /&gt;-Sleeping&lt;br /&gt;-Bronzing&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Nashville/10K:&lt;/strong&gt; What an absolute blast. Seriously seeing some of my favorite people in the world, hanging out in a city that is known for music and running a 10K. So many laughs, so many sights, next year's 4th of July has a lot to live up to are back to back stellar ones.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Hair:&lt;/strong&gt; After 4 months my hair was a warn brown with blonde highlights which were fun. My hair really takes to the sun. However those highlights were originally my blue and purple streaks that have faded out. Since Camp was wrapping up I made an appointment to "return to the darkside." After a 4 hour multi-step process I'm back to my near black hair with tongs of blue and purple streaks! I'm growing my hair out for the time being...but I have plans for a major chop down the road. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;CWE Sessions 7 &amp; 8:&lt;/strong&gt; I love Camp, don't get me wrong, but by session 7 I'm ready for it to be over. In addition to my other responsibilitites I really enjoyed doing diversity presentations to the freshmen and out of state student presents to students and families (twice each session aka presented the same stuff 16 times this summer!) HOWEVER Camp sometimes feels like Groundhogs day...the same 3 days over and over again. We oriented around 4,200 freshmen - HUGE, HUGE group and we all survived. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Camp War Eagle Banquets:&lt;/strong&gt; Always a fun celebration after a long spring and summer. I must say I looked super cute for both - I loved my dresses. My awesome head counselors got me a $50 gift card to Dick's sporting goods for some running gear. Both banquets had a lot of laughs and tears as well. This year's CC banquet went from 5:30pm until 7AM. Yes you read that right AM. We so awards, videos, slideshows and speeches. We usually see dawn, but this is a new record. After very little sleep I was headed to the PC panquet which was from 5:30pm-10:30pm. All these students were so hard this year and I'm thier orientation experience meant a lot to them because they all mean a lot to me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Running:&lt;/strong&gt; I'm still be running like whoa. More so indoors due to all the heat. I also managed to make it to another CWE Parent run sesion 8. Proper running clothes have made me a better runner, seriously. I'm not as sweaty and gross - don't get me wrong I'm still sweaty and gross, but it's like 50% less. Slowly but surely I'm increasing my proper running wardrobe. Now thanks to my Head Counselor's gift card that I spent yesterday I have 3 dri fit running shirts, 2 pairs of compression shorts and 4 pairs of shorts. I also got the Nike+ ipod sensor. I need to the get shoes, but I'm hoping they can be a birthday present while home. I plan on using the Nike+ sensor to track my running/mileage from 8/4/10-8/4/11 aka birthday. I'm all about measuring a year, so I'm going to measure in miles as well. For the record I'm on pace to run about 98 miles for the month of July... WHAT!?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Bronzing: &lt;/strong&gt;Any free weekend time I've had I've been at the pool bronzing as I like to call it. I've got some GREAT color going on. However since I got my hair did a few weeks ago I got to the pool in a bandana a la Bret Michaels. Actually I wear 2 bandanas one like a old tyme cleaning lady and one like Bret Michaels to cover all my hair from the sun. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So really there you have July in a nutshell. Tomorrow I leave for roadtrip to New York with overnight visits to see friends along the way. I will be in New York Friday and have tons of stuff planned. Very exciting. I also have a job interview in NYC whilst home that I'm gonna stay mum on, but send me some good vibes on Monday.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6893966390887509062-1693756753003340425?l=myquarterlifecatharsis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myquarterlifecatharsis.blogspot.com/feeds/1693756753003340425/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6893966390887509062&amp;postID=1693756753003340425' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6893966390887509062/posts/default/1693756753003340425'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6893966390887509062/posts/default/1693756753003340425'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myquarterlifecatharsis.blogspot.com/2010/07/july-in-review.html' title='July in Review'/><author><name>Jenniac</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05660890139032816850</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6893966390887509062.post-5329341789700813099</id><published>2010-07-25T18:44:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2010-07-25T18:46:50.184-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Book Em Danno I Dropped 3-0</title><content type='html'>I have so much to tell you guys, but time is at a premium right now. However I did want to shout from the rooftops that as of yesterday I am officially down &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;30.2 pounds&lt;/span&gt; since January. WHAT IS UP!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also knocked out an 8 mile run outside yesterday evening. Effing OWNNNNNNNED it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sound Mind. Sound Body. Spirit that is not Afraid.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6893966390887509062-5329341789700813099?l=myquarterlifecatharsis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myquarterlifecatharsis.blogspot.com/feeds/5329341789700813099/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6893966390887509062&amp;postID=5329341789700813099' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6893966390887509062/posts/default/5329341789700813099'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6893966390887509062/posts/default/5329341789700813099'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myquarterlifecatharsis.blogspot.com/2010/07/book-em-danno-i-dropped-3-0.html' title='Book Em Danno I Dropped 3-0'/><author><name>Jenniac</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05660890139032816850</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6893966390887509062.post-6422645577826282561</id><published>2010-07-25T18:43:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2010-07-26T12:21:20.877-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Likes</title><content type='html'>I am still working on my July in Review post, but in the mean time I wanted to talk about 2 things I fancy as of lately.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Work of Art: The Next Great Artist on Bravo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Bob Dylan&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Work of Art really may be my new favorite reality show. The cast are such art snob hipsters. I freakin LOVEEEEE IT. The challenges are good and the "villians" are better. Seriously if you are not watching it you really should. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bob Dylan, well as of yesterday. I watched Prefontaine the biopic of runner Steve Prefontaine played by Jared Leto. What a legend in his own time he was, too bad his life was cut tragically short to see what could have been. I suppose the brightest stars are the first to fade. The closing credits of the movie features Bob Dylan's "Forever Young." I don't know it SPOKE to me. If I die young (and sometime I think I really will) than I want this song played at my funeral. I have listened to this song 20+ times since yesterday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Apparently Mr. Dylan doesn't like his music online because this was hard to track, not the best version, but still check it out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed id=VideoPlayback src=http://video.google.com/googleplayer.swf?docid=-8942513912294491937&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=true style=width:400px;height:326px allowFullScreen=true allowScriptAccess=always type=application/x-shockwave-flash&gt; &lt;/embed&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6893966390887509062-6422645577826282561?l=myquarterlifecatharsis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myquarterlifecatharsis.blogspot.com/feeds/6422645577826282561/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6893966390887509062&amp;postID=6422645577826282561' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6893966390887509062/posts/default/6422645577826282561'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6893966390887509062/posts/default/6422645577826282561'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myquarterlifecatharsis.blogspot.com/2010/07/likes.html' title='Likes'/><author><name>Jenniac</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05660890139032816850</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6893966390887509062.post-7368145950828192600</id><published>2010-07-23T12:23:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2010-07-23T12:25:10.107-05:00</updated><title type='text'>I Love CWE: The Video</title><content type='html'>I'm working on a post that I'll most likely chop into a few parts, but in the meantime enjoy this video one of the Camp Counselors made in honor of Camp War Eagle 2010&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="640" height="385"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/wmNijI7b7tI&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/wmNijI7b7tI&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="640" height="385"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6893966390887509062-7368145950828192600?l=myquarterlifecatharsis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myquarterlifecatharsis.blogspot.com/feeds/7368145950828192600/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6893966390887509062&amp;postID=7368145950828192600' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6893966390887509062/posts/default/7368145950828192600'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6893966390887509062/posts/default/7368145950828192600'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myquarterlifecatharsis.blogspot.com/2010/07/i-love-cwe-video.html' title='I Love CWE: The Video'/><author><name>Jenniac</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05660890139032816850</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6893966390887509062.post-4318582509161506578</id><published>2010-07-13T16:24:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2010-07-13T16:29:20.981-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Blame Camp</title><content type='html'>I'm alive....barely. Camp War Eagle is wrapping up this week and life is la vida loca. I can't believe session 8 of Camp is upon us, so crazy. I will talk more about camp at a later date, but I did want to quickly say that my Nashville trip was PHE-wait for it-NOMENAL. Phenomenal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Great Friends - Sara, Star, Travis &amp; other fun new Auburn Friends&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Great Music - Live bands 24/7, dueling piano bars, and me singing karaoke &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Great Fun - Nashville Tour, Art Walk, Robert is Bothered, Lots of Laughs&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And a Great Race Day - I did my 10K in 1:09:19 - it was an awesome run, I felt so great! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope I can expand a bit more on my trip next week following session 8 and both of our Camp Banquets. Lots of tears and also a lot of fun ahead :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6893966390887509062-4318582509161506578?l=myquarterlifecatharsis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myquarterlifecatharsis.blogspot.com/feeds/4318582509161506578/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6893966390887509062&amp;postID=4318582509161506578' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6893966390887509062/posts/default/4318582509161506578'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6893966390887509062/posts/default/4318582509161506578'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myquarterlifecatharsis.blogspot.com/2010/07/blame-camp.html' title='Blame Camp'/><author><name>Jenniac</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05660890139032816850</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6893966390887509062.post-1648066805033470300</id><published>2010-07-04T17:05:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2010-07-04T17:08:14.956-05:00</updated><title type='text'>10K</title><content type='html'>Quick post, but wanted to share. Ran my 10K this morning and it was awwwwwwesome. I felt great. Excellent day. Well we just got our official times posted online and I clocked in at 1:09:19 which means my average pace was &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;11:11&lt;/span&gt;. I saw 11:11 on the website and about died, that number is stalking me. Seriously so weird seeing that i JUST blogged about it. Once I get back home I'll be sure to blog about the race more. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also today is ONE MONTH until my 27th birthday - crazy!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6893966390887509062-1648066805033470300?l=myquarterlifecatharsis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myquarterlifecatharsis.blogspot.com/feeds/1648066805033470300/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6893966390887509062&amp;postID=1648066805033470300' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6893966390887509062/posts/default/1648066805033470300'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6893966390887509062/posts/default/1648066805033470300'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myquarterlifecatharsis.blogspot.com/2010/07/10k.html' title='10K'/><author><name>Jenniac</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05660890139032816850</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6893966390887509062.post-3892029614759674529</id><published>2010-07-01T14:24:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2010-07-04T17:05:19.494-05:00</updated><title type='text'>11:11</title><content type='html'>For about the past month I have seen 11:11 on the clock almost everyday. It's creepy. I would rarely see it and now it's ALL THE TIME. I make a same wish everytime I see it because you're supposed to wish on 11:11. I think it's coming true.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm headed out of town tomorrow for Nashville. So excited to see Sara, Star, Travis as well as explore Nashville further and especially run my 10K!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy 4th of July!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6893966390887509062-3892029614759674529?l=myquarterlifecatharsis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myquarterlifecatharsis.blogspot.com/feeds/3892029614759674529/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6893966390887509062&amp;postID=3892029614759674529' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6893966390887509062/posts/default/3892029614759674529'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6893966390887509062/posts/default/3892029614759674529'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myquarterlifecatharsis.blogspot.com/2010/07/1111.html' title='11:11'/><author><name>Jenniac</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05660890139032816850</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6893966390887509062.post-5969175245741428557</id><published>2010-06-30T21:41:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2010-06-30T21:52:36.359-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Ancient</title><content type='html'>I just realized I'm gonna be 27 a month from Sunday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;27!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When did that happen???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seriously for a second I thought I was going to be 26, but nope 27. That's like "mid-ta-late" twenties. I kinda had a quarterlife crisis moment:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I haven't traveled outside the US yet&lt;br /&gt;I'm poor with a &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;barelythere&lt;/span&gt; savings account&lt;br /&gt;I have way more grey hairs than I'd like&lt;br /&gt;I'm too old to try out for MTV's Real World&lt;br /&gt;The only things I truly own are like a dog, bed, couch, clothes and an obscene amount of music&lt;br /&gt;Far too many people are starting to get married and/or have babies - both of which terrify me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But then while I'm having a pity party for myself I realize:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm finally taking control of my health and fitness&lt;br /&gt;I love my career&lt;br /&gt;I have the most wonderful friends in the world&lt;br /&gt;I'm taking more risks in life and not caring what other people think&lt;br /&gt;I'm gearing up to start a doctoral program in the near future&lt;br /&gt;and most importantly I'm becoming the best version of myself&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6893966390887509062-5969175245741428557?l=myquarterlifecatharsis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myquarterlifecatharsis.blogspot.com/feeds/5969175245741428557/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6893966390887509062&amp;postID=5969175245741428557' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6893966390887509062/posts/default/5969175245741428557'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6893966390887509062/posts/default/5969175245741428557'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myquarterlifecatharsis.blogspot.com/2010/06/ancient.html' title='Ancient'/><author><name>Jenniac</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05660890139032816850</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6893966390887509062.post-5954484588740078068</id><published>2010-06-25T09:35:00.013-05:00</published><updated>2010-06-25T10:47:45.511-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Summer Yummies</title><content type='html'>I have some healthy food recommendations for all of you. They are really mostly year 'round foods, but I think they are even better in the summer. I also purchased all of these at Publix which is my new favorite store (sorry Trader Joes - you are too far from me).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;greek yogurt &lt;br /&gt;yes it's thick, but it's also yummy and low sugar/cal and high protein.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__FnIloL_udw/TCTMMuGgfnI/AAAAAAAABTw/vnSTaDa9J5w/s1600/fage-greek-yogurt.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 159px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__FnIloL_udw/TCTMMuGgfnI/AAAAAAAABTw/vnSTaDa9J5w/s200/fage-greek-yogurt.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5486734764949929586" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;fresh berries (blue, black, rasp)&lt;br /&gt;so yummy and cheap when they are in season.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__FnIloL_udw/TCTMtlQhvoI/AAAAAAAABT4/zqiQ_D6iE6E/s1600/berries.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 142px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__FnIloL_udw/TCTMtlQhvoI/AAAAAAAABT4/zqiQ_D6iE6E/s200/berries.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5486735329511718530" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;steel cut oats &lt;br /&gt;more nuitrious than regular oatmeal, takes longer to prepare, but worth it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__FnIloL_udw/TCTM0VfPSVI/AAAAAAAABUA/sl_pdslbpTg/s1600/oats.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 144px; height: 200px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__FnIloL_udw/TCTM0VfPSVI/AAAAAAAABUA/sl_pdslbpTg/s200/oats.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5486735445537540434" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;*Also mising the oats with the greek yogurt and topping it with berries is a breakfast treat from heaven.*&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;diet iced green tea &lt;br /&gt;green tea is really good for you. I both brew my own or drink this watered down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__FnIloL_udw/TCTM7GLfbyI/AAAAAAAABUI/10ERNPXd0Vg/s1600/n-acc_pt_diet-green.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 78px; height: 158px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__FnIloL_udw/TCTM7GLfbyI/AAAAAAAABUI/10ERNPXd0Vg/s200/n-acc_pt_diet-green.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5486735561687265058" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;true lemon/lime&lt;br /&gt;these are real crystallized fruits in a little packet. they a great way to amp up your water, there also is an orange one that i have yet to find. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__FnIloL_udw/TCTNEkxWh4I/AAAAAAAABUQ/fUGYWcdTWpY/s1600/true.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 162px; height: 162px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__FnIloL_udw/TCTNEkxWh4I/AAAAAAAABUQ/fUGYWcdTWpY/s200/true.bmp" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5486735724517951362" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;planters’s nut-rition bars&lt;br /&gt;good like snack item to keep you full. &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__FnIloL_udw/TCTNKC1bBLI/AAAAAAAABUY/-JnGqwu4RoM/s1600/nutt.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 199px; height: 200px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__FnIloL_udw/TCTNKC1bBLI/AAAAAAAABUY/-JnGqwu4RoM/s200/nutt.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5486735818487432370" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;roasted red pepper hummus &lt;br /&gt;serious hummus where have you been all my life. I am become hummus obsessed the last year. hummus on my sandwiches, hummus wiht stacy's pita chips, hummus with carrots!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__FnIloL_udw/TCTNRNkMP-I/AAAAAAAABUg/YzApS4ZnYeI/s1600/KosherDairyHummusTahini-SabraRoastedRedPepperHummus_zoom_image1_28721.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 200px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__FnIloL_udw/TCTNRNkMP-I/AAAAAAAABUg/YzApS4ZnYeI/s200/KosherDairyHummusTahini-SabraRoastedRedPepperHummus_zoom_image1_28721.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5486735941627035618" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;avocados &lt;br /&gt;avocados are not a new treat for me, but i love them nonetheless. they are packed with such good stuff for you.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__FnIloL_udw/TCTNWVncp3I/AAAAAAAABUo/Z4x8z5FNEd0/s1600/avocadophoto.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 198px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__FnIloL_udw/TCTNWVncp3I/AAAAAAAABUo/Z4x8z5FNEd0/s200/avocadophoto.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5486736029687523186" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyone have a good guacoamole recipe for me (codi i'm looking at you).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I highly encourage you to try any or all of these items.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6893966390887509062-5954484588740078068?l=myquarterlifecatharsis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myquarterlifecatharsis.blogspot.com/feeds/5954484588740078068/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6893966390887509062&amp;postID=5954484588740078068' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6893966390887509062/posts/default/5954484588740078068'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6893966390887509062/posts/default/5954484588740078068'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myquarterlifecatharsis.blogspot.com/2010/06/summer-yummies.html' title='Summer Yummies'/><author><name>Jenniac</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05660890139032816850</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__FnIloL_udw/TCTMMuGgfnI/AAAAAAAABTw/vnSTaDa9J5w/s72-c/fage-greek-yogurt.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6893966390887509062.post-865122730586650972</id><published>2010-06-21T17:57:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2010-06-21T18:01:46.784-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Summer TV &amp; Music</title><content type='html'>Summer is OFFICIALLY here and so are summer shows. Obviously True Blood is a favorite....I'm actually heading over to my friend Ashley's in a bit to watch last night's episode. I also am loving all the Bravo shows: Kathy Griffin: My Life on the D List, Top Chef: DC, and Work of Art. I also am loving Next Food Network Star and about to get into Design Star. Finally I recorded The Gates on ABC, we shall see. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have been so busy I haven't listen to much music lately. I need to make some new running playlists (especially for my 10K). Anyone have any music recommendations for me running music or otherwise?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6893966390887509062-865122730586650972?l=myquarterlifecatharsis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myquarterlifecatharsis.blogspot.com/feeds/865122730586650972/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6893966390887509062&amp;postID=865122730586650972' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6893966390887509062/posts/default/865122730586650972'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6893966390887509062/posts/default/865122730586650972'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myquarterlifecatharsis.blogspot.com/2010/06/summer-tv-music.html' title='Summer TV &amp; Music'/><author><name>Jenniac</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05660890139032816850</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6893966390887509062.post-2294407324362046807</id><published>2010-06-15T10:36:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2010-06-15T11:28:35.136-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Heaven and Hell</title><content type='html'>The past few days I've had a bit of both.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Heaven: I had my 1 hour massage yesterday. My last massage was last July, I can't believe I went that long without one. It was glorious, my body needed it especially after all the running and training I've been doing lately. I got my massage at the Med Clinic on campus so it was $60 for the hour - not too shabby. I may try and do 30 minute massages every other month or so - we shall see.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hell: I mean Hell in the best way possible. Sunday was the Season 3 premiere of True Blood! Last summer i was completely immersed in True Blood. I got addicted to season 1 just in time to watch season 2 (via jenky online websites) and read all 9 Sookie Stackhouse books. Well I'm glad I get get my fix back. I'm currently reading the 10th Sookie book that came out and it's like reuniting with old friends. I was really pumped about the Season 3 premiere - I feel like each season is getting better and better. However I had hoped to watch the premiere at my grad assistant's place since she has HBO, but she as out of town for the weekend. I plead my case on facebook and luckily my friend Ashley is a fan and invited me over. It was great to watch it on a big flatscreen HD tv with surround sound and it was REALLY fun to watch it with other people to comment with. We actually were pretty quiet during the premiere, but then we REWATCHED it right after thanks to DVR and commented throughout. VERY FUN! I excited to have True Blood be my major summer show. TEAM ERIC!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6893966390887509062-2294407324362046807?l=myquarterlifecatharsis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myquarterlifecatharsis.blogspot.com/feeds/2294407324362046807/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6893966390887509062&amp;postID=2294407324362046807' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6893966390887509062/posts/default/2294407324362046807'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6893966390887509062/posts/default/2294407324362046807'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myquarterlifecatharsis.blogspot.com/2010/06/heaven-and-hell.html' title='Heaven and Hell'/><author><name>Jenniac</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05660890139032816850</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6893966390887509062.post-8568887132052723766</id><published>2010-06-11T13:59:00.008-05:00</published><updated>2010-06-11T14:17:13.142-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Hybrid</title><content type='html'>I have mentioned on here I am fan of rocker type guys. Tattoos, musical, artsy, etc. Well I also have come to realize there is another type of guy that has really piqued my interest. Athletic/outdoorsy. I have really enjoyed being more active and I was looking a listing of fitness activities and there are so many I'd like to try:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kayaking&lt;br /&gt;Kickboxing&lt;br /&gt;Golf&lt;br /&gt;Handball&lt;br /&gt;Mountain Biking&lt;br /&gt;Paintball&lt;br /&gt;Paragliding&lt;br /&gt;Snowmobiling&lt;br /&gt;Rowing&lt;br /&gt;Adventure Racing&lt;br /&gt;Snorkeling&lt;br /&gt;Whitewater Rafting&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really don't have a lot of friends that do stuff like that and how fun would that stuff be to do on a date with a boy who does that stuff. I'm extremely adventurous and competitive; I'd be totally game to do that kind of stuff. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was telling my friend Christina who lives in Idaho all of this and she says: "Seriously, why don't you live here. NW boys are all about that hybrid. it's hot."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I mean come ON how hot would like Kayaking be with a dude with tattoo sleeves and a lip ring. So if you know anyone who fits the bill of rocker/outdoorsy hybrid send them my way!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6893966390887509062-8568887132052723766?l=myquarterlifecatharsis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myquarterlifecatharsis.blogspot.com/feeds/8568887132052723766/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6893966390887509062&amp;postID=8568887132052723766' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6893966390887509062/posts/default/8568887132052723766'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6893966390887509062/posts/default/8568887132052723766'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myquarterlifecatharsis.blogspot.com/2010/06/hybrid.html' title='Hybrid'/><author><name>Jenniac</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05660890139032816850</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6893966390887509062.post-2232599356782315156</id><published>2010-06-10T13:01:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2010-06-10T13:16:11.859-05:00</updated><title type='text'>I'll Tumble for You</title><content type='html'>Another blog post for me...WHOA! I know, with work calming down I can write more yay. Well this is a tale from a week ago that I thought I'd share. It was a rainy day in Auburn and I was going home for lunch. I changed out of cute work sandals into flip flops for the walk to my car. As soon as I walk out my office I almost bust my butt on the brick outside. Whoa crisis averted. So I walk towards the parking lot and go to cross the street in the crosswalk right in front a cop car and a few other cars and one step into the white painted cross walk and I BITE IT. Slip and fall to my hands and knees. I'm embarrassed, wet and bruised. It takes a second for me to stand up due to the shock of falling. The cop rolls down his window and asks if I'm okay. I saw I'm fine, but really I'm horrified. I kick off my damn flip flops and walk to my car barefoot. The ONE thing I'm thankful for is the fact that I had my phone in my purse. I NEVER have it in my purse, I usually carry it as I walk to my car. Seriously if it was in my hand and I fell I would haven't broken my phone hardcore. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So luckily I was fine, but ever since I've taken up running I'm like terrified of getting hurt and not being able to run. I've never broken a bone or gotten stitches and I feel like it's too late in life to start. Did anyone else like desperately hope for glasses, braces and/or a broken bone in grade school? I like purposely wanted to fail eye exams or throw myself down stairs (not really) because all the "cool kids" aka NOT ME had at least one of those three things. I ended up with none of them. I'm not complaining, but I feel like I missed out on a right of passage.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These says all I want are some veneers for my teeth instead. Anyone want to sponsor them for me. They are about $700 a tooth. Let me know!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6893966390887509062-2232599356782315156?l=myquarterlifecatharsis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myquarterlifecatharsis.blogspot.com/feeds/2232599356782315156/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6893966390887509062&amp;postID=2232599356782315156' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6893966390887509062/posts/default/2232599356782315156'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6893966390887509062/posts/default/2232599356782315156'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myquarterlifecatharsis.blogspot.com/2010/06/ill-tumble-for-you.html' title='I&apos;ll Tumble for You'/><author><name>Jenniac</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05660890139032816850</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6893966390887509062.post-2543510792177052181</id><published>2010-06-09T15:24:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2010-06-09T15:30:17.137-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Nashvillain</title><content type='html'>I mentioned yesterday that I'm doing a 10K in Nashville on the 4th of July. Well now it's official that my bestie Sara will be joining me on vacay in Nashville. She is going to be flying in for the weekend and is even thinking about running in the 5K race on July 4th. I'm so excited to explore "Music City" with another music lover. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also as of this afternoon my friend Star and her husband are going to be in Nashville for the 4th too! Star was thinking about it and being the master persuader that I am she booked her plans!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Granted I've been to Nashville for a quick weekend trip mainly to crash a conference and see my friend Christina, so now I'm ready to really hit up the sights and sounds of Nashville. Suggestions on what to do, where to go, what to eat/drink? It's gonna be a fan-freaking-tastic weekend already I can feel it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After work today I'm off to the gym to pound out another 4 miler and then work my core/abs. Race day is getting here fast and I want to make sure I'm in the best shape I can be for it!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6893966390887509062-2543510792177052181?l=myquarterlifecatharsis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myquarterlifecatharsis.blogspot.com/feeds/2543510792177052181/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6893966390887509062&amp;postID=2543510792177052181' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6893966390887509062/posts/default/2543510792177052181'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6893966390887509062/posts/default/2543510792177052181'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myquarterlifecatharsis.blogspot.com/2010/06/nashvillain.html' title='Nashvillain'/><author><name>Jenniac</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05660890139032816850</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6893966390887509062.post-6233782028332107156</id><published>2010-06-07T15:40:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2010-06-07T15:48:25.140-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Lately</title><content type='html'>So basically Camp War Eagle has owned my life for the past month....no joke. Don't get me wrong I LOVE it, but I'm looking forward to a week without Camp. We are in the middle of session 3 which was a back to back session with session 2. After tomorrow I am Camp free until June 16! I'll still need to come into work, but I'll get to actually clean my office, work on some other projects and sift through my hot mess of an inbox.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Really the only other thing outside of Camp that I've had time to do is work out, but it's because I've MADE the time. Waking up early to run, missing pool time to go the gym, working out when I'm tired etc. I wish I've had more pool time, but it seems the past 2 weeks that anytime I've had a day off it has rained!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Running is going well however. I signed up for a 10K in Nashville on the 4th of July and I am pretty pumped. I'm turning it into a whole weekend. I also officially started half marathon training last week. The plan is to do a half marathon in September...more info on that to come once I finish the 10K. I actually got up this morning at 6am to do a running tour of campus that we offer for parents. I had an 13 hour day yesterday and a 17 hour day today, but I needed to run, so I did it. I also got my ass kicked by a bunch of 50 yer old parents, but whatever...I'm a new runner. Everyday I run is the hottest day I've ever run in...especially in June in Alabama. I hope to continue to work on breathing control in this heat (yes even at 6:30am)!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also on a random sidenote a Publix opened in town last week and I went this past weekend, it is glorious. TONS of great food that regular supermarkets down here don't carry. I lost my mind a bit and spent too much money, but it was SOO worth it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I must get going to a staff meeting. Hope to blog more in the interium between camp sessions!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6893966390887509062-6233782028332107156?l=myquarterlifecatharsis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myquarterlifecatharsis.blogspot.com/feeds/6233782028332107156/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6893966390887509062&amp;postID=6233782028332107156' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6893966390887509062/posts/default/6233782028332107156'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6893966390887509062/posts/default/6233782028332107156'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myquarterlifecatharsis.blogspot.com/2010/06/lately.html' title='Lately'/><author><name>Jenniac</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05660890139032816850</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6893966390887509062.post-8099300050486062802</id><published>2010-06-02T09:04:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2010-06-02T09:05:24.986-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The Funny</title><content type='html'>Camp War Eagle session 2 starts today so while I'm running around like a chicken with ym head cut off for the next 2.5 days please enjoy this video. This drummer is my new hero!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object type="application/x-shockwave-flash" data="http://www.todaysbigthing.com/betamax/betamax.swf?item_id=3521&amp;fullscreen=1" width="480" height="360"&gt;      &lt;param name="allowScriptAccess" value="sameDomain" /&gt;      &lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true" /&gt;      &lt;param name="movie" quality="best" value="http://www.todaysbigthing.com/betamax/betamax.swf?item_id=3521&amp;fullscreen=1" /&gt;     &lt;/object&gt;&lt;div style='padding:5px 0; text-align:center; width:480px;'&gt;See more &lt;a href='http://www.todaysbigthing.com/'&gt;funny videos&lt;/a&gt; and &lt;a href='http://www.todaysbigthing.com/'&gt;TBT Videos&lt;/a&gt; at &lt;a href='http://www.todaysbigthing.com/'&gt;Today's Big Thing&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you David Cook for tweeting this video and making my day!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6893966390887509062-8099300050486062802?l=myquarterlifecatharsis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myquarterlifecatharsis.blogspot.com/feeds/8099300050486062802/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6893966390887509062&amp;postID=8099300050486062802' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6893966390887509062/posts/default/8099300050486062802'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6893966390887509062/posts/default/8099300050486062802'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myquarterlifecatharsis.blogspot.com/2010/06/funny.html' title='The Funny'/><author><name>Jenniac</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05660890139032816850</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6893966390887509062.post-2198222840885094691</id><published>2010-06-01T20:02:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2010-06-01T20:21:41.447-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Rejected</title><content type='html'>Confession: I went on a job interview at the Berklee College of Music in Boston a few weeks ago.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Confession: I found out today that I didn't get the job.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Confession: I'm okay with it, but I learned more about myself in the process.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As most of you know I don't plan on being an Alabama resident forever. I have LOVED my time at Auburn and if I was in a different point in life or if Auburn was in the Northeast I may never leave. However it's time for me to start putting my personal/social life first. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A while ago I said to myself the perfect time to start a new job would be January 2011. That would mean I would have 2.5 years at Auburn under my belt and that I would have another FOOTBALL season to enjoy as well. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have been VERY selectively job searching this spring because hiring for the summer is a hot time in higher ed. I had a phone interview for a job that didn't work and I was okay with it and then I see the Berklee job. I don't know if many of you know, but one day I would LOVE to work at an arts/performing arts school. Berklee is in Boston and the job looked great. I had a phone interview and then was quickly invited to campus. I really enjoyed being back in Boston and Berklee as a whole. I really thought if they offered it that I would take it - so much seemed perfect. However I knew whatever was meant to be will be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So today I got the call that I didn't get it and I figured as much since I should of have from them 2 weeks ago if I did get it, so I pretty much accepted the fact. It was nice to have closure at least. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However I have learned in my next job I DEFINITELY want to either work in a city or be able to live in a city or both. I have expanded my city list from Boston, NYC, New Haven to also include Baltimore and DC. I also really would like to be back at a private school, I've never worked at a private, just attended. There aren't tons of arts schools around, but I would LIKE to work at a liberal arts school. Finally in my next job I want to start a doctoral program so I need a school that offers one or has agreements with neighbors schools to go for free/low cost. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now let me get one thing straight I don't want to compromise my work, but I'm open to more than just orientation. I know I'll always have my hands in orientation, but I'd love to work with peer mentoring, leadership, even a res life live off job.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One thing I will not settle for is money, I know how much I'm worth and how much I want to make. The job offer is the best time to negotiate salary and that is a top priority for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've kept most of this information to a small circle of people and my heart already breaks at the thought of leaving Auburn, but what I want more is a life with my friends and enjoying a city while we're all still young, unmarried and childless!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please keep my job search in your thoughts and that what's meant to be will be.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6893966390887509062-2198222840885094691?l=myquarterlifecatharsis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myquarterlifecatharsis.blogspot.com/feeds/2198222840885094691/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6893966390887509062&amp;postID=2198222840885094691' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6893966390887509062/posts/default/2198222840885094691'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6893966390887509062/posts/default/2198222840885094691'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myquarterlifecatharsis.blogspot.com/2010/06/rejected.html' title='Rejected'/><author><name>Jenniac</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05660890139032816850</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6893966390887509062.post-8634686807731959155</id><published>2010-06-01T08:34:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2010-06-01T09:28:30.250-05:00</updated><title type='text'>LOL...Literally</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__FnIloL_udw/TAUY-i0F_fI/AAAAAAAABTo/_cINJeCkNbU/s1600/ck.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 280px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__FnIloL_udw/TAUY-i0F_fI/AAAAAAAABTo/_cINJeCkNbU/s400/ck.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5477811984542334450" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My sister made me this ecard today and it's so perfect. I'm crying laughing.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6893966390887509062-8634686807731959155?l=myquarterlifecatharsis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myquarterlifecatharsis.blogspot.com/feeds/8634686807731959155/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6893966390887509062&amp;postID=8634686807731959155' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6893966390887509062/posts/default/8634686807731959155'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6893966390887509062/posts/default/8634686807731959155'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myquarterlifecatharsis.blogspot.com/2010/06/lolliterally.html' title='LOL...Literally'/><author><name>Jenniac</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05660890139032816850</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__FnIloL_udw/TAUY-i0F_fI/AAAAAAAABTo/_cINJeCkNbU/s72-c/ck.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6893966390887509062.post-695826641056128278</id><published>2010-05-25T21:36:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2010-05-25T22:05:11.756-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Top 2</title><content type='html'>Tonight was Idol's top 2 showdown between Lee and Crystal who I have been fans of all season. I have to say Crystal Bowersox CHAMPIONED the night. The first round of songs they got to sing songs they've done from earlier in the season. Lee sang "The Boxer" which was fine, but I liked many more of his performances much better. Crystal hit the nail on the head by singing "Me and Bobby McGee" which has probably been the song from this season that I've listened to the most. The second round was producers choice Lee give REM's "Everybody Hurts" and I thought he sounded great on it. Crystal sang "Black Velvet" which I know a lot of people don't like, but for some reason I like that song (I actually first heard it at Karaoke at a bar in Texas and the girl blew it out of the house). Crystal gave the song a really interesting take and I really enjoyed her performance. The final round was the winner's single and usually it's a song that written FOR idol. This year apparently Lee and Crystal got to do a cover of a song for their single which I thought was interesting. Lee did U2's "Beautiful Day" which was solid, but he didn't own it. Crystal sang "Up to the Mountain" which I kinda of knew, but it was bluesy, folksy awesome and for me she won the show right there. The judges seemed to be on team Crystal tonight, but there are lots of theories of why Crystal won't win out there. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sadly I won't be able to watch the finale live tomorrow, because tomorrow kicks off CAMP WAR EAGLE. The next 3 days will be crazy and awesome at the same time. Training week has been fantastic, I've really enjoyed getting to know the Camp Counselors better. I think we're gonna have a great summer. I hope to blog this weekend, which is a FOUR DAY weekend!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6893966390887509062-695826641056128278?l=myquarterlifecatharsis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myquarterlifecatharsis.blogspot.com/feeds/695826641056128278/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6893966390887509062&amp;postID=695826641056128278' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6893966390887509062/posts/default/695826641056128278'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6893966390887509062/posts/default/695826641056128278'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myquarterlifecatharsis.blogspot.com/2010/05/top-2.html' title='Top 2'/><author><name>Jenniac</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05660890139032816850</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6893966390887509062.post-1078090108276802544</id><published>2010-05-19T10:18:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2010-05-19T10:28:01.014-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Joie de Vivre</title><content type='html'>Yes, my week has been crazy, but how did I forget to mention that I got my newest tattoo on Saturday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__FnIloL_udw/S_QBgYjujaI/AAAAAAAABTI/AitANpwO-Ys/s1600/tumblr_l2hz9p8m5d1qahsgso1_500.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 397px; height: 360px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__FnIloL_udw/S_QBgYjujaI/AAAAAAAABTI/AitANpwO-Ys/s400/tumblr_l2hz9p8m5d1qahsgso1_500.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5473001103021739426" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Joie de Vivre means Joy of Life/Living. It's a phrase that has meant a lot to me over the past year or so and I love the notion of it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This was the first tattoo I got that I haven't had an exact idea of what I wanted. I showed the tattoo artist the type of font and I wanted and how I wanted it to work with my lion tattoo. I loved what he came out with and I think it's perfect. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After a series of random events that kept pushing off my tattoo Saturday was the day. Prior to me going in for my tattoo my friend Melissa got her nose pierced. Exciting, exciting. She has such a cute nose and it looks great. Then it was tattoo time. My tattoo artist was cute and had a great personality. I love off-beat artsy people, I pretty much loved all the tattoo artists/piercers I've ever met. The inking of the tattoo took about an hour and a half. I was very proud of my pain tolerance, I think I'll be ready for mt rib tattoo (one day). It's always interesting what topics come up while getting tattooed. Hilarious conversations overall, but not took hilarious because it would be back if my tattoo artist or myself started laughing too hard while he was tattooing. Oh and the tattoo parlor was really cool, it has an Irish/ medieval feel to it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So now I am in the healing process - keeping it clean and moisturized. I love it. I swear I am addicted to tattoos, somehow I went 2.5 years since my last one, but I already have 3 more planned for the future!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6893966390887509062-1078090108276802544?l=myquarterlifecatharsis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myquarterlifecatharsis.blogspot.com/feeds/1078090108276802544/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6893966390887509062&amp;postID=1078090108276802544' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6893966390887509062/posts/default/1078090108276802544'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6893966390887509062/posts/default/1078090108276802544'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myquarterlifecatharsis.blogspot.com/2010/05/joie-de-vivre.html' title='Joie de Vivre'/><author><name>Jenniac</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05660890139032816850</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__FnIloL_udw/S_QBgYjujaI/AAAAAAAABTI/AitANpwO-Ys/s72-c/tumblr_l2hz9p8m5d1qahsgso1_500.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6893966390887509062.post-5277055711534758940</id><published>2010-05-19T10:02:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2010-05-19T10:17:01.411-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Idol</title><content type='html'>I am been lackadaisical about this season of idol. However I would like to point out from EARLY on I was a fan of Crystal Bowersox and Lee DeWyze (especially when people were haters). Granted we won't find out who is going to the finale until tonight, but I would be SHOCKED if it's not a Crystal/Lee Finale. Last night Lee "BROUGHT IT" I thought. He finally seems comfortable on stage. I really liked both "Simple Man" and "Hallelujah." I think my overall favorite Lee performance was "Beast of Burden." My favorite Crystal performance was "Me and Bobby McGee" and I also really liked her Hollywood round songs of "Natural Woman" and "If It Makes You Happy."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If it's these two I think it will be a good finale and I'd like to see a Bowersox victory.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6893966390887509062-5277055711534758940?l=myquarterlifecatharsis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myquarterlifecatharsis.blogspot.com/feeds/5277055711534758940/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6893966390887509062&amp;postID=5277055711534758940' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6893966390887509062/posts/default/5277055711534758940'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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I've narrowed it down to "girl for all seasons"&lt;br /&gt;me: ahahaha&lt;br /&gt;me: LOVE&lt;br /&gt;Star: i think it accurately portrays your unique blend of fun, obsession, and psychosis &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For those of you who don't know the song (which is BLASPHEMY by the way) it's from Grease 2&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enjoy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/f1bUfAG8CEc&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/f1bUfAG8CEc&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm still pumped I had a RANDOM 30 minute dinner with Star last week!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img 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title='Star-ism'/><author><name>Jenniac</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05660890139032816850</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6893966390887509062.post-8306941010682700685</id><published>2010-05-12T10:03:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2010-05-12T12:19:23.821-05:00</updated><title type='text'>DC in Review</title><content type='html'>WRITERS NOTE: When I started out on this post I meant for it to be short...oooopps&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thursday April 29&lt;br /&gt;~Drive to the ATL airport&lt;br /&gt;~Stop for my first glorious Dunkin Donuts Iced Coffee since early January&lt;br /&gt;~Fly to Baltimore&lt;br /&gt;~Have a drink at Little Havana with Sara and Dan&lt;br /&gt;~Hang out with my Sara&lt;br /&gt;~Fall asleep while Sara is packing&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friday April 30&lt;br /&gt;~Have an uneven night of sleep&lt;br /&gt;~Eat yogurt with Strawberries, blackberries and wheat germ - yummy thanks Sara&lt;br /&gt;~Get ready for the day with Sara (something I miss most about not having a roommate)&lt;br /&gt;~Reunite with Kelly&lt;br /&gt;~Get lost looking for Dunkin Donuts, get an iced coffee and cheeseburger from McD (first of many random Mickey D cheeseburgers of the weekend mind you)&lt;br /&gt;~Catch up on the drive to PA&lt;br /&gt;~Get a call from my friend Josh who I FBed about seeing while in DC and he insists on on staying with him instead of a hotel when we are there&lt;br /&gt;~First stop: AMISH! Got to a place called Kitchen Kettle and are the youngest people there by 50 years (or so it seems)&lt;br /&gt;~Sample all kinds of Amish yummies - fudge, jams, salsas, cheeses, kettle corn&lt;br /&gt;~Amish hunting around INTERCOURSE (that's really the name of the town) and taking forbidden pictures of them&lt;br /&gt;~Wine tasting&lt;br /&gt;~Head to Kelly's cute apartment and get the grand tour&lt;br /&gt;~Drink some beverages on Kelly's lovely deck&lt;br /&gt;~Head to Lancaster for dinner and drinks at an Irish Pub called Annie Baileys&lt;br /&gt;~Eat yummy yummy food and I like throw my water glass off the table - how it happened I stll don't know&lt;br /&gt;~Meet up with some of Kelly's friends for drinks on the beack deck of Annie Baileys and I proceed to drink my first IPA beer&lt;br /&gt;~Head back to Kellys&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saturday May 1&lt;br /&gt;~I have a hard time sleeping and get up at 4:58am to start my day&lt;br /&gt;~When Kelly gets up at a normal hour we go for lovely run around her neighborhood&lt;br /&gt;~Get ready and packed up&lt;br /&gt;~Make 3 stops before we hit the road - Dunkin Donuts for my coffee, Turkey Hill for Kelly's coffee and gas (but it was dramatic and I don't want to enrage kelly when she reads this) and finally to Grand Central for tasty bagels&lt;br /&gt;~Roadtrip to DC (the place, not the person - it will confuse many of you I'm sure as you read this)&lt;br /&gt;~Drive past DC to Arlington, VA to check in for our 5K and pick up our stuff&lt;br /&gt;~Find Josh's apartment (he's participating in the Great Urban Race and won't be back til later)&lt;br /&gt;~Kelly and I take the metro to Chinatown to meet her friends for a cupcake crawl (we may have stopped for $5 soda for our "beverages" as well)&lt;br /&gt;~While waiting on Kelly's friends we sit on the stairs of some random building in DC and actually SEE Josh and his friends run past us while in the Great Urban Race...very random&lt;br /&gt;~Meet up with Kelly's friends and get 2 yummy cupcakes&lt;br /&gt;~Explore DC further&lt;br /&gt;~Head back towards Josh's place - Kelly and I have random silly time sin her car&lt;br /&gt;~Josh arrives!&lt;br /&gt;~Josh's apartment building is redonkulous and he has a great place&lt;br /&gt;~Catch up, have a beverage&lt;br /&gt;~Get ready and head to Georgetown (if only it sounded that easy, there was a lot of walking, metros and humidity involved&lt;br /&gt;~Stop for some Chipolte in Georgetown&lt;br /&gt;~Meet up with Kelly's friends at some outdoor bar right on the water&lt;br /&gt;~End the night early because OH WAIT Kelly and I are running a 5K the next morning&lt;br /&gt;~Head back to Josh's and while enroute I lose a cute, new little back jacket I had just bought the day before :(&lt;br /&gt;~Back at Josh's we chat with him roommate George who graduate from the Q with us, but I didn't really know him then&lt;br /&gt;~Sleepy time&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sunday May 2&lt;br /&gt;~Sleep terribly - which has been my theme the entire trip. I think it was nerves and excitement overall that contributed to my sleeping woes. &lt;br /&gt;~My alarm goes off when I am actually asleep and I turn it off.&lt;br /&gt;~Get up 30 minutes later than I wanted to&lt;br /&gt;~Get ready with Kelly and Josh graciously toasts us bagels and drives us to the race.&lt;br /&gt;~I am panicked that I am gonna miss Dave and like jump out of Josh's car only to immediately see Dave cross the street (he had just greeted the his "team members" which I missed), but I do like walk right behind him until 2 girls stop him for a picture&lt;br /&gt;~I like freeze up and just stare at him (and assess his height)&lt;br /&gt;~I spend the next hour no less that 3 feet from him just in awe&lt;br /&gt;~See some of Dave's friends and family&lt;br /&gt;~Get a picture with his brother Andrew&lt;br /&gt;~Line up with Kelly for the race...I have my phone because we plan on running at out own pace&lt;br /&gt;~Race starts and I am feeling GOOOOOD&lt;br /&gt;~The first half of the 5K I am feeling good despite ALLL the people (it was very hard to navigate through crowds of people like that whilst running)&lt;br /&gt;~Hit the water table (which I later learned was the half way mark, but I had no clue)&lt;br /&gt;~Slow it down to throw back to cups of water and the humidity and heat HIT ME&lt;br /&gt;~My body is good, but the air is SO thick&lt;br /&gt;~I slow it down and see Kelly pass me so I tap her on the shoulder and we run for a little bit&lt;br /&gt;~We separate again and I see a sign that marks the 3K point&lt;br /&gt;~Well like an IDIOT I think 3MILES and run full force thinking I have like .2 miles left.&lt;br /&gt;~After like 5 minutes I realize my mistake and I need to slow it down a little since I like overexerted myself&lt;br /&gt;~See a 4K sign&lt;br /&gt;~Skip to my last 2 songs on my ipod for the home stretch&lt;br /&gt;~Soak in the crowd and spectators and I run towards the ball archway that signifies the finish line&lt;br /&gt;~Cross the finish like and feel thrilled - so much for a second I thought about turning around and running the course again, but then I realize I am drenched in sweat, even my eyeballs are sweating&lt;br /&gt;~Kelly and I find each other and partake in the goodies at the finish line - water, bananas, crackers. &lt;br /&gt;~We sit and cool down despite the fact that I think we continued to sweat for a full 30 minutes AFTER we finished running&lt;br /&gt;~We gather for the awards and David Cook talks&lt;br /&gt;~More Dave staring and picture taking&lt;br /&gt;~Once people clear out Kelly and I get coffee (I get iced she SOMEHOW gets hot...crazy)&lt;br /&gt;~We walk around a bit, the race was at Freedom Plaza so we were in the heart of things&lt;br /&gt;~The course of the 5k had us run past the Capitol Building it was cool&lt;br /&gt;~Walk past the White House - I had never been before&lt;br /&gt;~Take the metro back to Joshs&lt;br /&gt;~Eat brunch on a sidewalk cafe - GOD I LOVE CITY LIFE&lt;br /&gt;~Thank Josh for housing us and showing up a good time&lt;br /&gt;~Drive back to PA - poor Kelly's legs from all out walking, running and driving&lt;br /&gt;~Shower and collapse&lt;br /&gt;~Rally &lt;br /&gt;~Stop by Millersville where Kelly works and go to her office and meet some of her students&lt;br /&gt;~Get dinner at a cute place called Loxleys that was Robin Hood themed&lt;br /&gt;~Drink wine and watch a movie&lt;br /&gt;~promptly sleep and sleep soundly&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Monday May 3&lt;br /&gt;~Start our morning with stretching and a jog&lt;br /&gt;~Drink coffee on the deck&lt;br /&gt;~Pack&lt;br /&gt;~Head to Millersville for an official campus tour and to meet more of Kelly's peeps&lt;br /&gt;~Get MORE Dunkin Donuts&lt;br /&gt;~Drive to Baltimore&lt;br /&gt;~Meet Sara and Katie for dinner and drinks at Nacho Mamas&lt;br /&gt;~When I say "drinks" I meant a HUBCAP - a $15 hubcap of margarita that I practically drink myself&lt;br /&gt;~Say goodbye to Sara and Katie&lt;br /&gt;~Kelly drives to me to airport&lt;br /&gt;~I am like buzzed checking in and going through security which I found hilarious&lt;br /&gt;~The flight is empty so I sprawl out&lt;br /&gt;~Get into ATL at 10pm&lt;br /&gt;~Drive home to Auburn whilst catching up with my favorite West-Coaster Christina&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So there you have it folks. DC was an absolute blast. Had TOO much fun. Good times and great people. It was EXACTLY what I needed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Picture from the Race for Hope I found online:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__FnIloL_udw/S-rizTY4b6I/AAAAAAAABTA/njJixlXfdp4/s1600/race.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__FnIloL_udw/S-rizTY4b6I/AAAAAAAABTA/njJixlXfdp4/s400/race.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5470434068400730018" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The runners applauding surviors walking to the starting line with David Cook&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6893966390887509062-8306941010682700685?l=myquarterlifecatharsis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myquarterlifecatharsis.blogspot.com/feeds/8306941010682700685/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6893966390887509062&amp;postID=8306941010682700685' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6893966390887509062/posts/default/8306941010682700685'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6893966390887509062/posts/default/8306941010682700685'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myquarterlifecatharsis.blogspot.com/2010/05/dc-in-review.html' title='DC in Review'/><author><name>Jenniac</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05660890139032816850</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__FnIloL_udw/S-rizTY4b6I/AAAAAAAABTA/njJixlXfdp4/s72-c/race.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6893966390887509062.post-8474328913343225173</id><published>2010-05-05T09:39:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2010-05-05T09:41:03.764-05:00</updated><title type='text'>DC in DC</title><content type='html'>I am swamped at work this week, but I fully intend on writing a proper blog entry this weekend, but I do want to take a moment and say how magical and satisfying running in the Race for Hope 5K was. I truly would love to run in it every year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Race day actually did not start off as well as I planned. We hadn't slept enough, drank too much alcohol and not enough water the night before, I "snoozed" on my alarm 30 minutes longer than I wanted to and I was tweaking out too hard to eat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I knew Dave (David Cook for those of you who don't know him like I do) was going to be greeting his team members at 8am and we were told to get there at 7:45. Yeah well we don't get to freedom plaza until like 7:58 (I'm like panicking). We like try and figure out where to go and we cross over to the plaza when I spot HIM crossing the street like right towards us. HOLY MELTDOWN BATMAN. All I wanted was to like see Dave from away afar, I really wasn't expecting him all in my business. Just as we like closing in on him 2 girls stop him for a picture. My friend is like trying to push me towards him, but I can't. I really think I was in shock, and also I LOOKED like I got hit by a train since we rushed to get ready and get there. My friend Kelly was taking pictures of him for mean, even though she wanted to take pictures of me staring at him/having an inner battle if I should get a pic with him or not. Am I bummed that I didn't carpe diem...kinda, but I also know what a hot mess I looked that day and I wouldn't be able to blew the picture up into wall-sized art. Dave and I will have our day and it will be perfection, I am sure of it. However I am happy to report that Dave is TALLER than me (I have always had major concerns). I'd say he's 5'10.5 - 5'11 which is find by me...I'm sure with his boots on he's 6'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway fast forward through about an hour of Dave watching and getting a picture with his younger brother Andrew. Fun pic with Andrew - he look adorable, I look a hot mess, which again further validated my decision to not get a picture with Dave.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;More about the Race itself coming soon as well as my other vacay adventures!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6893966390887509062-8474328913343225173?l=myquarterlifecatharsis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myquarterlifecatharsis.blogspot.com/feeds/8474328913343225173/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6893966390887509062&amp;postID=8474328913343225173' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6893966390887509062/posts/default/8474328913343225173'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6893966390887509062/posts/default/8474328913343225173'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myquarterlifecatharsis.blogspot.com/2010/05/dc-in-dc.html' title='DC in DC'/><author><name>Jenniac</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05660890139032816850</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6893966390887509062.post-1266596596056574684</id><published>2010-05-04T13:52:00.013-05:00</published><updated>2010-05-04T15:39:55.594-05:00</updated><title type='text'>My Weekend in Pictures</title><content type='html'>I don't have time to blog just yet, but I do want to share some pictures from this weekend&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With Sara in Baltimore on Thursday night&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__FnIloL_udw/S-BtQuBuPKI/AAAAAAAABSA/wfdqs3_kK-8/s1600/balt.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__FnIloL_udw/S-BtQuBuPKI/AAAAAAAABSA/wfdqs3_kK-8/s400/balt.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5467490081628372130" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Amish Country with Kelly on Friday afternoon&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__FnIloL_udw/S-BtNDHO0FI/AAAAAAAABR4/mLXushyXb3Q/s1600/amish.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__FnIloL_udw/S-BtNDHO0FI/AAAAAAAABR4/mLXushyXb3Q/s400/amish.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5467490018569146450" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Out in Lancaster on Friday night&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__FnIloL_udw/S-BtYDnvz4I/AAAAAAAABSI/qsGpGwZMyEw/s1600/lank.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__FnIloL_udw/S-BtYDnvz4I/AAAAAAAABSI/qsGpGwZMyEw/s400/lank.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5467490207684087682" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The first thing I see when I get to Freedom Plaza - David Cook. Sadly I chickened out of getting a picture WITH him, but more on that later&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__FnIloL_udw/S-BtblAIDTI/AAAAAAAABSQ/u0i_J9E4wL8/s1600/DC+close.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 334px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__FnIloL_udw/S-BtblAIDTI/AAAAAAAABSQ/u0i_J9E4wL8/s400/DC+close.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5467490268184317234" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;David's younger brother Andrew and I before the race Sunday (Bonus Monty in the background)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__FnIloL_udw/S-BtiDcxaHI/AAAAAAAABSg/H3gbrC6j02g/s1600/ac.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__FnIloL_udw/S-BtiDcxaHI/AAAAAAAABSg/H3gbrC6j02g/s400/ac.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5467490379436746866" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The view from the starting line (Bonus David in the background)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__FnIloL_udw/S-BtmLFqU3I/AAAAAAAABSo/QICFZfBpbG4/s1600/race.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__FnIloL_udw/S-BtmLFqU3I/AAAAAAAABSo/QICFZfBpbG4/s400/race.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5467490450206774130" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cooling down after the Race on Sunday in 80+ degree weather/humidity&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__FnIloL_udw/S-BtpFGgL5I/AAAAAAAABSw/J55DuzzgxWA/s1600/runners.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__FnIloL_udw/S-BtpFGgL5I/AAAAAAAABSw/J55DuzzgxWA/s400/runners.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5467490500139298706" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dave talking to the crowd after the race&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__FnIloL_udw/S-BtfEEoCfI/AAAAAAAABSY/kH8KogdhVac/s1600/DC.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__FnIloL_udw/S-BtfEEoCfI/AAAAAAAABSY/kH8KogdhVac/s400/DC.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5467490328064297458" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Race for Hope raised $2.3 million this year and they are still taking donations through August)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__FnIloL_udw/S-BwYelc3-I/AAAAAAAABS4/pJyq4UmoTe4/s1600/check.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__FnIloL_udw/S-BwYelc3-I/AAAAAAAABS4/pJyq4UmoTe4/s400/check.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5467493513457098722" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6893966390887509062-1266596596056574684?l=myquarterlifecatharsis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myquarterlifecatharsis.blogspot.com/feeds/1266596596056574684/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6893966390887509062&amp;postID=1266596596056574684' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6893966390887509062/posts/default/1266596596056574684'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6893966390887509062/posts/default/1266596596056574684'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myquarterlifecatharsis.blogspot.com/2010/05/my-weekend-in-pictures.html' title='My Weekend in Pictures'/><author><name>Jenniac</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05660890139032816850</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__FnIloL_udw/S-BtQuBuPKI/AAAAAAAABSA/wfdqs3_kK-8/s72-c/balt.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6893966390887509062.post-6798011095074227450</id><published>2010-04-28T22:52:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2010-04-28T22:52:17.714-05:00</updated><title type='text'>East Coast Anthem</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__FnIloL_udw/S9ikk8h4W6I/AAAAAAAABRw/J6tKFOipb4E/s1600/race.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 153px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__FnIloL_udw/S9ikk8h4W6I/AAAAAAAABRw/J6tKFOipb4E/s400/race.bmp" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5465299102444575650" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel like I SHOULD be embarassed about making this photo and making it my Facebook picture and posting it on here, but I'm really not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love me some David Cook and I don't care who knows it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really DO HOPE I get to see the Man, Myth &amp; Legend at the Race on Sunday, but I have no idea. I've never been to a race, but if there is an opportunity I will week it out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm pumped for a few days away. I haven't been out of the greater Auburn region for "pleasure" since the last weekend of February (I went in Louisville for a work conference in early March, but that really doesn't count in my book). I get to see 2 of my bestest friends which I am AMPED about. My friends really complete me and going so long without seeing some of my bestests have been no bueno. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sara is picking me up in Baltimore and then we are heading straight out - I heart nightlife in the Inner Harbor/Fell's point.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friday my friend Kelly is coming down from Lancaster, PA to pick me up and then we are heading back to Lancaster for the day - we're gonna frolic with the Amish - I'm pretty jazzed. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saturday Kelly and I are heading to DC. We have a cupcake crawl that we're going on with some of her college friends and then we are going to explore. Kelly gre up outside of DC so I'm in good hands with her. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sunday is Race Day - bright and early! After the race and David Cook obviously falling inlove at first sight with me - we are gonna hang around DC a bit more before heading back to Lancaster.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Monday we'll spend part of the day in the Lank before Kelly drops me off in Baltimore for my flight home Monday night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's exhausting just typing it all out - but I CANNOT WAIT. I booked this trip in February and I know it's just the break I need to get me ready to come back and face a crazy, but exciting month stright of Camp War Eagle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;**More 5k blogginess here &lt;a href="http://measuring2010.blogspot.com/"&gt;http://measuring2010.blogspot.com/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6893966390887509062-6798011095074227450?l=myquarterlifecatharsis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myquarterlifecatharsis.blogspot.com/feeds/6798011095074227450/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6893966390887509062&amp;postID=6798011095074227450' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6893966390887509062/posts/default/6798011095074227450'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6893966390887509062/posts/default/6798011095074227450'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myquarterlifecatharsis.blogspot.com/2010/04/east-coast-anthem.html' title='East Coast Anthem'/><author><name>Jenniac</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05660890139032816850</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__FnIloL_udw/S9ikk8h4W6I/AAAAAAAABRw/J6tKFOipb4E/s72-c/race.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6893966390887509062.post-5473784487628273836</id><published>2010-04-20T08:10:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2010-04-20T12:31:08.840-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Criminal Minds</title><content type='html'>I really think my favorite drama on television now is Criminal Minds. Shhhh don't tell Law &amp; Order: SVU I said that, however it's true. I do still enjoy SVU, but I think I've just seen too many episodes. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I actually started watching Criminal Minds by accident over Christmas break. I was home at my mom's and we were looking for something to watch, I think we actually stumbled upon Pawn Stars (another great find of Christmas break) on A&amp;E and after a few episodes of Pawn Stars were on Criminal Minds came on, like 3 episodes in a row. Criminal Minds ending up being on like every night for multiple episodes on two different channels - A&amp;E and some Ion channel that I don't get down here. I swear after a few days of Christmas break I must have seen a 20 episodes. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The show follows members of the FBI's Behavioral Analysis Unit (BAU). The agents of the BAU are profilers...they profile both the victims and the unsubs (unidentified subject).  They mainly deal with serial killers which I find to be both fascinating and frightening. The show really has some excellent twists and turns. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also really love the cast. I'd say my favorites are Agent &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Derek_Morgan_(Criminal_Minds)"&gt;Derek Morgan&lt;/a&gt;, Tech Guru &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Penelope_Garcia"&gt;Penelope Garcia&lt;/a&gt;, and my absolute favorite &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Spencer_Reid"&gt;Dr. Spencer Reid&lt;/a&gt;. Also media liaison &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Jennifer_Jareau"&gt;Jennifer "JJ" Jareau&lt;/a&gt; is growing on me, but mostly because I think her boyfriend/baby daddy is a tasty treat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The great thing about being hooked on Criminal Minds is that it's been on for nearly 5 years which means there are so many episodes out there that I still haven't seen. Sadly the new episodes of Criminal Minds is on Wednesday nights which already is chock full of Idol/Glee/Cougar Town/Modern Family. Also in the fall CBS is premiering a spin-off called Minds 2.0 - I'm honestly not sure how I feel about it, but I'm willing to give it a try.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally I also want to mention one thing I really really enjoy about Criminal Minds is that it always ends with a famous quote (sometimes it also starts with a quote) and the quote really relates to that episodes. Some notable ones include:&lt;br /&gt;"Out of suffering have emerged the strongest souls; the most massive characters are seared with scars." ~ Kahlil Gibran&lt;br /&gt;"We all die. The goal isn’t to live forever, the goal is to create something that will." ~ Chuck Palahnuik&lt;br /&gt;"Nothing is so common than the wish to be remarkable." ~ Shakespeare&lt;br /&gt;"The life of the dead is placed in the memory of the living." ~ Cicero&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6893966390887509062-5473784487628273836?l=myquarterlifecatharsis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myquarterlifecatharsis.blogspot.com/feeds/5473784487628273836/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6893966390887509062&amp;postID=5473784487628273836' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6893966390887509062/posts/default/5473784487628273836'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6893966390887509062/posts/default/5473784487628273836'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myquarterlifecatharsis.blogspot.com/2010/04/criminal-minds.html' title='Criminal Minds'/><author><name>Jenniac</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05660890139032816850</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6893966390887509062.post-300358351879437401</id><published>2010-04-19T11:58:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2010-04-19T12:24:07.837-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Weekend Surprises</title><content type='html'>I didn't really have any high hopes for this past weekend, well low expectations are a good thing because it's easier to be pleasantly surprised.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friday night I went to a BBQ in my townhouse community at a colleagues place. Actually two colleagues from another department live in my townhouse community on the other side. They moved in, in October, but we never go together. So they planned a joint BBQ and invited a bunch of folks from work. I ended up having a BLAST (and I wasn't even drinking - I have put a drinking ban on myself until I head Race Weekend). Seriously though good food, good people and great conversation! My neighbors and I actually talked about doing a "progressive dinner" one night. So each person's place has a course...I think that's be totally cute and fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saturday was A-Day, Auburn's spring scrimmage. It was BEAUTIFUL out. Jordan Hare Stadium was glorious as usual. We had a good crowd over 60,000+ people. Myself along with probably everyone there ended up with a sunburn, but mine quickly turned to tan. As my friend Michelle and I were walking to check out the new Basketball Arena that's under construction we stopped to talk to some folks she knew. She was deeply engaged in conversation with one guy and the other guy complimented my industrial piercing and from there we got into how I'm from New York and he was just living in New York for a few years for school and now he's in law school. Well I didn't realize that all of my dad's legal woes/listen to all the random things my lawyer friends have told me would come in handy. I was able to talk "law" with him. I even someone brought up the crazy legal system that Louisiana has and we talk about that and then like stops his thought mid-sentence to say "I can't believe you knew about Louisiana law, I'm impressed." Look at me, I'm such a Jack of all trades. Michelle later told me while talking with her friend she stopped to see if I was just awkwardly standing there but instead saw that Paul and I were chatting away. We said our goodbyes, but it was good times. Finally we checked out the new Basketball Arena - very cool...they are making awesome progress. Apparently they are doing Convocation there in August...interesting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saturday night I just kind of laid low. Finally got around to re-watching "The Rules of Attraction." I watched it in grad school for a film class and it made a lasting impression, I just never got around it re-watching it. It's such a dark, twisted film, but at the same time I enjoyed it's grit and realism. It'll be another few years before I watch it again, but I find it strangely fascinating. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sunday I did A LOT of laundry, including sheets that Freddie peed on...seriously?!?! He also went onto later eat my ipod's headphones (this is the 2nd pair in a few months). Stupid jerk - he must have been acting out yesterday for some reason. I went for a lovely run around town yesterday but you can read more about that &lt;a href="http://measuring2010.blogspot.com/2010/04/born-to-run-part-ii.html"&gt;here &lt;/a&gt; . &lt;br /&gt;I actually really wanted to wash my car yesterday, but I don't have a hose and I didn't want to drive to the car wash place - le sigh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next weekend I hope to drag people out with my to Supper Club to see the Velcro Pygmies (which I plan on being sober out - scary), I'm trying to have low expectations, but I'd love to pop some Velcro Pygmie cherries!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6893966390887509062-300358351879437401?l=myquarterlifecatharsis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myquarterlifecatharsis.blogspot.com/feeds/300358351879437401/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6893966390887509062&amp;postID=300358351879437401' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6893966390887509062/posts/default/300358351879437401'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6893966390887509062/posts/default/300358351879437401'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myquarterlifecatharsis.blogspot.com/2010/04/weekend-surprises.html' title='Weekend Surprises'/><author><name>Jenniac</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05660890139032816850</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6893966390887509062.post-5996837801755998025</id><published>2010-04-15T10:08:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2010-04-15T12:50:22.383-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Cawfee Tawk</title><content type='html'>Today Starbucks was having a free coffee promotion if your brought in a travel mug. I have many travel mugs and I even had a fabulous Starbucks brand mug which keeps my coffee hot/warm all day. Since the Starbucks nearby in on campus in the student center and part of campus dining despite being a pretty legit store, I wasn't sure if they would be participating. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of course around 9am the line is looooong, but I didn't mind waiting. I actually like going over to the student center because I always end up seeing TONS of people. I saw a guy ahead of me in line with his travel mug, but I saw that he didn't paid. I had brought my wallet with me just incase, but at the same time I wanted free coffee, otherwise I would have just made* it myself. The line is long so 1 barista is taking orders while 2 are making coffees and 1 is at the register. So I give the barista my mug and tell him I want the Pike Place blend, then I get to the register soon after and ask if they are participating in the free coffee promotion (they weren't), but she only charged me 54 cents for a refill. I was pleased I didn't have to pay 2 bucks for the coffee, but now I'm curious about the 54 cents business. I did some googling, but I'm still unclear on the terms/circumstances. Anyone have better info?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*I actually have an obsession with the Starbucks VIA instant coffee packets, they are really good. Previously I was a fan of the Folgers/Maxwell House coffee (tea)bags, but they were always a bit watery.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6893966390887509062-5996837801755998025?l=myquarterlifecatharsis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myquarterlifecatharsis.blogspot.com/feeds/5996837801755998025/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6893966390887509062&amp;postID=5996837801755998025' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6893966390887509062/posts/default/5996837801755998025'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6893966390887509062/posts/default/5996837801755998025'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myquarterlifecatharsis.blogspot.com/2010/04/cawfee-tawk.html' title='Cawfee Tawk'/><author><name>Jenniac</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05660890139032816850</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6893966390887509062.post-1676462239887852100</id><published>2010-04-15T10:05:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2010-04-15T10:08:50.428-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Bueller...Bueller</title><content type='html'>The lack of comments on my posts hurt my heart folks, come on. I'm such a good blog follower, I comment often on the blogs of others...help a sister out.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6893966390887509062-1676462239887852100?l=myquarterlifecatharsis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myquarterlifecatharsis.blogspot.com/feeds/1676462239887852100/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6893966390887509062&amp;postID=1676462239887852100' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6893966390887509062/posts/default/1676462239887852100'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6893966390887509062/posts/default/1676462239887852100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myquarterlifecatharsis.blogspot.com/2010/04/buellerbueller.html' title='Bueller...Bueller'/><author><name>Jenniac</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05660890139032816850</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6893966390887509062.post-6265861243516120484</id><published>2010-04-14T09:49:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2010-04-14T11:03:39.713-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Summer is Coming</title><content type='html'>It might as well be summer, it feels like it. I love how it's already 61 degrees at 8am here and then mid 80s by lunch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For students there is only about 3 weeks of classes left before finals. For Orientation folks like me, it means we have about 40 days until session 1 of Camp War Eagle. Now keep in mind we have been plenty busy with our transfer orientation program, we have another session next Friday and one in mid-May.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday I called Jayme, our NODA Intern who will be joining us this summer from Virginia Tech. We talked about what to pack, what's going on in the office, the pace of the summer, projects she will be working it - all very exciting stuff. I love getting to work with prepping the NODA interns for their summer on the plains. How is it that it's going to be 4 years since I first fell in love with Auburn, crazy. I think that's something that I really love about working in orientation, watching people fall in love with a place that I already love. I truly get such joy out of it, I don't think anything will ever come close to my love for Quinnipiac and getting to work as an orientation leader on that peer to peer level, but it's rewarding nonetheless. I'm really excited to introduce Auburn to Jayme and hope she quickly grows to love it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Speaking of summer - I was talking to my friend Sara yesterday and she asked if I was planning to make my annual pilgrimage home for my birthday and I answered OF COURSE. I'm still debating if I'll fly or drive. I really didn't mind the drive and got to see a bunch of people throughout my travels, we shall see.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I titled this post to honor Grease 2, and yes I sang this song to myself as I typed this (particularly 1:13-1:33 of the song)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/KNAMQhMxhiw&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/KNAMQhMxhiw&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6893966390887509062-6265861243516120484?l=myquarterlifecatharsis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myquarterlifecatharsis.blogspot.com/feeds/6265861243516120484/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6893966390887509062&amp;postID=6265861243516120484' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6893966390887509062/posts/default/6265861243516120484'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6893966390887509062/posts/default/6265861243516120484'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myquarterlifecatharsis.blogspot.com/2010/04/summeris-coming.html' title='Summer is Coming'/><author><name>Jenniac</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05660890139032816850</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6893966390887509062.post-2378059686481728376</id><published>2010-04-08T18:11:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2010-04-08T18:17:08.206-05:00</updated><title type='text'>I Funny Lady</title><content type='html'>So this weekend was yet another stellar "What The Fox" Improv show. Due to it falling on Easter Sunday we had a small crowd, but we knew it's be hard to compete with Jesus. Regardless it was a great show, we had a blast. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really enjoy improv. I like laughing, making people laugh, and hanging out with fun people who I am thankful have come into my life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We've done 3 "big" shows, 1 bar show and 1 small short show so far. I believe we are going to do one more show in the May and then take a summer hiatus. There has been talk of us performing at Auburn's Welcome Week which would be great exposure and a decent little pay check, so we shall see.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here is some of stuff from our &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/user/WhatTheFoxImprov"&gt;first show &lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and some stuff from our most &lt;a href="http://www.facebook.com/jjenniac#!/video/?of=9018596"&gt;recent show&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enjoy!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6893966390887509062-2378059686481728376?l=myquarterlifecatharsis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myquarterlifecatharsis.blogspot.com/feeds/2378059686481728376/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6893966390887509062&amp;postID=2378059686481728376' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6893966390887509062/posts/default/2378059686481728376'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6893966390887509062/posts/default/2378059686481728376'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myquarterlifecatharsis.blogspot.com/2010/04/i-funny-lady.html' title='I Funny Lady'/><author><name>Jenniac</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05660890139032816850</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6893966390887509062.post-4249152934804011317</id><published>2010-03-31T11:55:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2010-03-31T12:04:05.017-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Disney Parents</title><content type='html'>I read this a few weeks ago and found it interesting, especially since prior I did think about the lack of parents (especially mothers) in many Disney films.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;101 Dalmatians and Peter Pan are the only two Disney cartoon features with both parents that are present and don't die throughout the movie. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After the commercial success of his first major movie, Walt Disney purchased a new home for his parents. A defective furnace in the new home led to his mother dying of asphyxiation. This was a devastating blow for Walt Disney and may be the reason for the lack of mother figures in his films. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Interestingly, all this took place between the release of Snow White and the release of Bambi, a film in which a deer has to cope with the loss of his mother. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Losing a parent is such a defining moment in life. It's interesting how often I feel more mature? worldly? jaded? than people who have both their parents living, especially those who are "grown ups." Maybe I feel that I don't get enough credit for what I've been through (especially my particular circumstances) and the fact that I'm still standing/functioning/excelling.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6893966390887509062-4249152934804011317?l=myquarterlifecatharsis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myquarterlifecatharsis.blogspot.com/feeds/4249152934804011317/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6893966390887509062&amp;postID=4249152934804011317' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6893966390887509062/posts/default/4249152934804011317'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6893966390887509062/posts/default/4249152934804011317'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myquarterlifecatharsis.blogspot.com/2010/03/disney-parents.html' title='Disney Parents'/><author><name>Jenniac</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05660890139032816850</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6893966390887509062.post-988244609916270664</id><published>2010-03-30T11:49:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2010-03-30T11:57:39.718-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The South is rubbing off on me</title><content type='html'>After nearly 2 years of living in the Bible belt it's starting to rub off on me a bit. It's not that I am a stranger to the Bible. I went to Catholic school for 12 years (I'll pause while the Baptists and Methodists laugh...kidding) and took religion/theology for 12 years. By no means can I quote the Bible or even have a favorite Bible verse. However I'd like to that I can still to this day sing church songs, especially ones from elementary school when my class would lead mass. Personal favorites: "Like A Sunflower" "The King of Glory" "On Eagle's Wings."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway getting back to the point of this post. I came across this Bible verse on a friend's blog (AKA someone I don't know personally, but know through other people and I enjoy her blog:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She is clothed in strength and dignity and laughs with no fear of the future. Proverbs 31:25&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It spoke to me. I am a pillar of strength, sometimes to strong. I would personally prefer the word integrity over dignity, but then again I didn't write this quote. I really enjoyed the nothing of laughing with no fear of the future. The future is coming, decisions have already been made, things are coming together divinely and fate-fully. I can't worry, I can just live, laugh and love.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6893966390887509062-988244609916270664?l=myquarterlifecatharsis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myquarterlifecatharsis.blogspot.com/feeds/988244609916270664/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6893966390887509062&amp;postID=988244609916270664' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6893966390887509062/posts/default/988244609916270664'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6893966390887509062/posts/default/988244609916270664'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myquarterlifecatharsis.blogspot.com/2010/03/south-is-rubbing-off-on-me.html' title='The South is rubbing off on me'/><author><name>Jenniac</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05660890139032816850</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6893966390887509062.post-3437747741382929581</id><published>2010-03-29T08:56:00.007-05:00</published><updated>2010-03-30T10:55:06.135-05:00</updated><title type='text'>It all started 2 years ago today...</title><content type='html'>I wasn't an avid Idol fan at all. I watched the first season and was team Kelly - I even cried when she won, but that was the summer before my sophomore year of college and I was too busy with school to watch after that. I do remember hearing about Chris Daughtry and I think I saw an episode or two when he was on. I also saw the last two episodes of season 6 because I was home for the summer and my mom was an avid fan. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I remember my mom told me about some guy with a cute mouth on season 7 and I watched the top 16 episode (and remember an awesome version of Hello, that reminded me a bit of an Incubus cover), but I didn't really get sucked in until a few weeks later. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Two years ago today, March 29, I vividly remember it was a Saturday afternoon and earlier in the week some guy sang some totally unrecognizable, but awesome version of Michael Jackson's Billie Jean on American Idol. I decided to youtube it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/HiiVNX50pr4&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/HiiVNX50pr4&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was BLOWN away. That note he held toward the end of the song. WHAT?!?! This was American Idol - spawn of Pop Idol...not rock your effin face off rockstar search.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now some of you may think I'm really lame for knowing that March 29th was when my love affair with David Cook started, but I must admit I didn't know that date off the top of my head until recently. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A few weeks ago I blogged about my &lt;a href="http://myquarterlifecatharsis.blogspot.com/2010/03/unsorted-mail.html"&gt;Unsorted Mail&lt;/a&gt; letters. Well I do recall that afternoon I first watched David's video that I wrote a letter to unsorted mail and after looking at my "sent items" in gmail (bless for for never deleting anything) I found this dated gem which actually made it to the website the NEXT day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;to: unsortedmail@gmail.com&lt;br /&gt;date: Sat, Mar 29, 2008 at 5:38 PM&lt;br /&gt;subject: DC&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dear David Cook's version of Billie Jean on American Idol,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I believe that is the exact definition of "panty dropper."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love, Jenniac&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've spent hundreds of hours watching David Cook Pre-Idol, on Idol, Post-Idol, in concert, on talk shows etc. And you know what, every second of it gives me joy (well maybe except when he asked Kimberly Caldwell out on live tv the night of the Idol finale, but I rather block that all out for everyone's sake). I know PLENTY of you aren't on the David Cook train yet and that's fine, but it's your loss. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To quote one of my favorite David "fangirls" Tracy:&lt;br /&gt;"and as i’m fairly certain there are few people in this world who love you [David Cook] as embarrassingly much as i do."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have really high hopes for his sophomore effort that is due out this summer. He has been able to put more time into it and not rush it like the his post-idol debut. I LOVE all his pre-idol music so I'm excited for this record to be more him and less "american idol."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'd also like to nite that I weirdly enough I fell under David's spell EXACTLY 2 months after his audition first aired on Idol. Let's hope that this year I can finally meet the man himself, for example at the Race for Hope next month. Currently he is in Ethiopia working with UN foundation because he's an awesome human being and I think he sould be in the running to be cannonized as a Saint - the man has performed miracles I tell you!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;UPDATE: Pic from Ethiopia&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__FnIloL_udw/S7IexmDwJGI/AAAAAAAABRo/_9iuFGbs2X0/s1600/dcneal.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 225px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__FnIloL_udw/S7IexmDwJGI/AAAAAAAABRo/_9iuFGbs2X0/s400/dcneal.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5454455936077800546" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seriously though and I think I've mentioned it before David came into my life during some of my darkest days. His music and watching his climb to success on idol week to week helped me get through it and I am forever thankful for that. Speaking of my favorite David fangirl Tracy I'd also enourage you to read this blog post of hers that really spoke to me as well &lt;a href="http://davidcookruinedmylife.tumblr.com/post/127946770/these-friends-are-golden"&gt;DCRML&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DC Love! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.braintumorcommunity.org/site/TR/Events/RFH-DC?team_id=33690&amp;pg=team&amp;fr_id=1490"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i285.photobucket.com/albums/ll43/ItsMsDarcy/RHFBanner1.jpg" alt="JOIN DAVID COOK'S RACE FOR HOPE TEAM!" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6893966390887509062-3437747741382929581?l=myquarterlifecatharsis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myquarterlifecatharsis.blogspot.com/feeds/3437747741382929581/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6893966390887509062&amp;postID=3437747741382929581' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6893966390887509062/posts/default/3437747741382929581'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6893966390887509062/posts/default/3437747741382929581'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myquarterlifecatharsis.blogspot.com/2010/03/it-all-started-2-years-ago-today.html' title='It all started 2 years ago today...'/><author><name>Jenniac</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05660890139032816850</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__FnIloL_udw/S7IexmDwJGI/AAAAAAAABRo/_9iuFGbs2X0/s72-c/dcneal.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6893966390887509062.post-8981121796908694537</id><published>2010-03-25T10:34:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2010-03-25T10:40:12.769-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Bills, Bills, Bills</title><content type='html'>Seriously I hate bills. I'm sure regardless of how much money I make I will hate them, but not having a lot of money makes me hate them extra. Especially when they are effed up. My water bill I just opened is like 4x bigger than ANY water bill I've ever had and I call the water company and they are like looks like you may have a leak. WHAT LEAK?! SO now I just called my apartment complex to look into. And I'm saddled with a bill 4x more than I planned on spending when this month is tight as hell anyway with the whole car fiasco. Oh that's right I haven't blogged about my caryet really, well I will next week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just feel like I've had a really shitty month bill and money wise and I'm like enraged by it all. I swear I really want to live somewhere where all the bills are inclusive. I pay one rate and don't have to worry about individual bills - which I guess would be like living in dorm or other college housing options, but it makes good sense. I have enough shit to worry about in life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GAH I am so stressed out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I swear with my next move/job I am moving to a place with a roommate and they can handle the bills, I'll just write them a check. And I'll sure as hell demand making more money than I am making now. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sorry for all the venting, but when my bank account is hurting it affects everything.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6893966390887509062-8981121796908694537?l=myquarterlifecatharsis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myquarterlifecatharsis.blogspot.com/feeds/8981121796908694537/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6893966390887509062&amp;postID=8981121796908694537' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6893966390887509062/posts/default/8981121796908694537'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6893966390887509062/posts/default/8981121796908694537'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myquarterlifecatharsis.blogspot.com/2010/03/bills-bills-bills.html' title='Bills, Bills, Bills'/><author><name>Jenniac</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05660890139032816850</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6893966390887509062.post-7912719777917532393</id><published>2010-03-24T13:48:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2010-03-24T13:53:41.081-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Student Musical</title><content type='html'>University of Michigan students wrote a hilarious new musical called "Me and My Dick" which has gotten quite a lot of hype. In fact the sountrack on itunes climbed into the top 10 soundtracks last week. They students are gonna workshop it in New York this summer&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The whole musical is posted on youbube in 18 parts. I have only watched the first act, but it is fantastic and hilarious. Check it out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/HmpnUf_TiG4&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/HmpnUf_TiG4&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6893966390887509062-7912719777917532393?l=myquarterlifecatharsis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myquarterlifecatharsis.blogspot.com/feeds/7912719777917532393/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6893966390887509062&amp;postID=7912719777917532393' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6893966390887509062/posts/default/7912719777917532393'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6893966390887509062/posts/default/7912719777917532393'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myquarterlifecatharsis.blogspot.com/2010/03/student-musical.html' title='Student Musical'/><author><name>Jenniac</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05660890139032816850</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6893966390887509062.post-3933370481535651859</id><published>2010-03-19T14:29:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2010-03-19T14:43:47.892-05:00</updated><title type='text'>200th Post!</title><content type='html'>Look at me with my 200th blog post and 200th &lt;a href="http://jjenniac.tumblr.com/"&gt;tumblr&lt;/a&gt; post within 1 day of each other. I actually have ANOTHER blog as well, but it's more for me and tracking my exercise/eating/weight loss. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like you know I have been keeping track of my life this year. So writing down what I eat, when I wake up, how much I work out, etc. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life is going well. I'd down about 14 pounds, but despite the number I feel and look better than that. I'm stronger and faster than ever. I am running 11 minute miles on the treadmill comfortably and have now run two 10 minute miles on the treadmill. The first time I did it I always puked when I got off, but I felt okay after yesterday's push. Today I am actually going to the track on campus and see how fast I can do a mile which I'm pretty pumped about. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All this beautiful weather is only going to help. Today, after a few miles on the track I'm going to go home and shoot some hoops. I hope to take Freddie on my quality walks now that the weather is FINALLY spring-ish. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really feel like fitness is a big thing with people my age. Two of my friends from grad school are on quests to lose some major weight/get in shape and have been blogging about it:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.sabens-running.blogspot.com/"&gt;Saben&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://365to30.tumblr.com/"&gt;Billy&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I look for motivation where I can get it and now having their blogs to look at and see their AMAZING results thus far is inspiring. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am looking forward to my 300th post (7-9 months from now) and see my progress. That actually should be about the end of the year. ekkk so exciting. Hopefully I've developed a good gym "habit" and that I continue to improve my eating habits&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6893966390887509062-3933370481535651859?l=myquarterlifecatharsis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myquarterlifecatharsis.blogspot.com/feeds/3933370481535651859/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6893966390887509062&amp;postID=3933370481535651859' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6893966390887509062/posts/default/3933370481535651859'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6893966390887509062/posts/default/3933370481535651859'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myquarterlifecatharsis.blogspot.com/2010/03/200th-post.html' title='200th Post!'/><author><name>Jenniac</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05660890139032816850</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6893966390887509062.post-6982781268946335396</id><published>2010-03-18T11:36:00.008-05:00</published><updated>2010-03-18T11:57:06.530-05:00</updated><title type='text'>My Dad Still Makes Me Laugh</title><content type='html'>This is a gchat between my sister and I. We had been chatting earlier and then I saw she had a status message up which made me think of a memory of my dad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jaitlyn's new status message - Pancake is the best dog name &lt;br /&gt;me: no&lt;br /&gt;me: flapjack is the best dog name&lt;br /&gt;me: i vividly remember daddy saying that once&lt;br /&gt;Jaitlyn: no flapjack is too funny&lt;br /&gt;Jaitlyn: hahah&lt;br /&gt;Jaitlyn: wasnt that the name&lt;br /&gt;Jaitlyn: of like&lt;br /&gt;Jaitlyn: a plastic toy dog&lt;br /&gt;me: prob&lt;br /&gt;Jaitlyn: and daddy would be like&lt;br /&gt;Jaitlyn: show us a trick flap jack&lt;br /&gt;me: haha&lt;br /&gt;me: yeah&lt;br /&gt;Jaitlyn: then knock it to the floor&lt;br /&gt;me: im LOLing&lt;br /&gt;Jaitlyn: so am i&lt;br /&gt;me: i wish all of daddy's funnyisms were on like video&lt;br /&gt;me: he'd be a youtube sensation&lt;br /&gt;Jaitlyn: i know&lt;br /&gt;me: best ever was him as a paraplegic&lt;br /&gt;me: and telling elanor about mom and dad's ballroom dancing divorce&lt;br /&gt;Jaitlyn: when he'd lift up his legs&lt;br /&gt;me: lift and move them side to side&lt;br /&gt;me: and i remember his quacking&lt;br /&gt;me: and how he came to QU my frosh year&lt;br /&gt;me: and i had told my roommates about him quacking and he refused to do it&lt;br /&gt;Jaitlyn: if i recall he didnt refuse to do it&lt;br /&gt;Jaitlyn: he was like&lt;br /&gt;Jaitlyn: i dont know what you're talking about&lt;br /&gt;me: and then i got him to use the call box outside the dorm and quack at tara&lt;br /&gt;me: that sounds accurate&lt;br /&gt;Jaitlyn's new status message - "daddy walk like your battery pack is losing charge" &lt;br /&gt;me: ahaha battery pack&lt;br /&gt;me: i remember him doing that in the middle of merrick road after we saw maid in manhattan&lt;br /&gt;Jaitlyn:  haha thats exactly where i remember&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm sure most of this is inside jokes between my sister and i and our dad that you don't understand or find funny. I must say I'm sorry you are on the outside of these jokes because they were hilarious. I am crying laughing at these memories which is much better than just crying over not having him in my life anymore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'd also like to note that my dad was not paraplegic, but my sister and I once told her friend that. We made up a whole story that he was injured in "the war" and that's why my parents got divorced because they were competitive ballroom dancers.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6893966390887509062-6982781268946335396?l=myquarterlifecatharsis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myquarterlifecatharsis.blogspot.com/feeds/6982781268946335396/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6893966390887509062&amp;postID=6982781268946335396' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6893966390887509062/posts/default/6982781268946335396'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6893966390887509062/posts/default/6982781268946335396'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myquarterlifecatharsis.blogspot.com/2010/03/my-dad-still-makes-me-laugh.html' title='My Dad Still Makes Me Laugh'/><author><name>Jenniac</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05660890139032816850</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6893966390887509062.post-1785616069941749565</id><published>2010-03-18T10:22:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2010-03-24T16:03:23.310-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Charoulette Improv</title><content type='html'>For those of you who haven't been on Charoulette it's an interesting experience. This guy has taken Charoulette to the next level. My improv troupe is totally gonna do this at a rehearsal soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="640" height="385"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/JTwJetox_tU&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/JTwJetox_tU&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="640" height="385"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6893966390887509062-1785616069941749565?l=myquarterlifecatharsis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myquarterlifecatharsis.blogspot.com/feeds/1785616069941749565/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6893966390887509062&amp;postID=1785616069941749565' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6893966390887509062/posts/default/1785616069941749565'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6893966390887509062/posts/default/1785616069941749565'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myquarterlifecatharsis.blogspot.com/2010/03/charoulette-improv.html' title='Charoulette Improv'/><author><name>Jenniac</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05660890139032816850</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6893966390887509062.post-5385349025681321139</id><published>2010-03-17T12:47:00.006-05:00</published><updated>2010-03-17T13:09:23.924-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Rocker Chic</title><content type='html'>If I am ever given the choice between musicians I'm ALWAYS going to go for the rocker guy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I swear stubble, tattoos (sleeves are a new favorite of mine, in addition to the "peek a boo" bicep tattoo), some guyliner and a guy caressing a microphone stand and/or beating the sh*t out of an instrument (preferably a guitar, but drums and pianos are sexy too). Oooh throw in some black/dark blue/purple nail polish - yum. Or a lip ring, double yum.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love my rockers in the classic tshirt and jeans, but I also love them in like button downs and vests - ties are optional. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rock, emo, glam rock - love it all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really wish I let me rocker flag fly more in college, I think the Q was a little too conservative. This weekend I'm getting some LEGIT rocker hair this weekend and I can't wait - black with some colorful all over streaks. Also this month I'm getting my next tattoo. Last week I bought an awesome new barbel with a star on it for my industrial piercing that I'm gonna put in soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just love feeling more and more myself with each change. I also looked into some drum pad sets and plan on teaching myself some basics of reading music.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've loved this (slightly altered) Something Corporate lyric for a long time and it's still as true as ever:&lt;br /&gt;I'm a punk rock princess looking for my garage band king.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6893966390887509062-5385349025681321139?l=myquarterlifecatharsis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myquarterlifecatharsis.blogspot.com/feeds/5385349025681321139/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6893966390887509062&amp;postID=5385349025681321139' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6893966390887509062/posts/default/5385349025681321139'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6893966390887509062/posts/default/5385349025681321139'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myquarterlifecatharsis.blogspot.com/2010/03/rocker-chic.html' title='Rocker Chic'/><author><name>Jenniac</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05660890139032816850</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6893966390887509062.post-5357056603635643573</id><published>2010-03-16T12:21:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2010-03-16T12:41:56.634-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Unsorted Mail</title><content type='html'>Back in 2006/2007 &lt;a href="http://unsortedmail.blogspot.com/"&gt;Unsorted Mail&lt;/a&gt; was one of my favorite blogs. The blog was funny "letters" to people/persons/things. Sadly the ladies that ran it have let it fall to the wayside.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After being a reader for a few months, I decided to be a contributor as well. Here is Unsorted Mail - the best of Jenniac! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It all started with...&lt;br /&gt;dear self, &lt;br /&gt;thank you for finally getting the courage to submit a letter to unsorted mail. the world should not be without your comedic genius. love, jenniac.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dear speed limit, &lt;br /&gt;in new york we think of you just as a suggestion, but thanks for the input. love, jenniac.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dear mtv's two-a-days, &lt;br /&gt;why do i watch the same episodes over and over again? oh that's right, i can't get enough of southern boys with long bangs and bad grammar. love, jenniac.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dear short, but kinda cute guys that makes my coffee every morning, &lt;br /&gt;is it wrong that i am beginning to think of our daily encounters as dates? love, jenniac.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dear The Color Orange,&lt;br /&gt;You rock my socks off! And my phone, and my coat, and my sheets, and my earrings, and my toothpaste, and my sneakers, and...well, you get the picture. Love, Jenniac.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dear 7th grade, &lt;br /&gt;remember the pen15 club? those were the days. love, jenniac. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dear Piece Of Crap Car Alarm Remote Battery,&lt;br /&gt;Thanks for dying while I was at a rest stop getting gasoline and coffee. Breaking into my own car and having to ask a guy for a screwdriver...real fun, and not embarassing at all. Love, Jenniac.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dear My Soul Sucking Job, &lt;br /&gt;I'm literally counting down the minutes until my contract ends. And for the record, that's 246960 minutes. Love, Jenniac.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dear homework,&lt;br /&gt;you know i am trying to avoiding you when i start proof reading my friends' facebook profiles. love, jenniac.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dear end of the semester, &lt;br /&gt;thank you for ruining my social life, comedic abilities, and overall merryment. love, jenniac.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dear Britney Spears,&lt;br /&gt;Thank you for making me feel prettier and less crazy than ever before. Well done. Love, Jenniac. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dear my grad school colleagues and faculty, &lt;br /&gt;high school called. they want their drama back. love, jenniac.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dear margaritas and sangria,&lt;br /&gt;why don't you two kids mix together to form a glorious drink called a swirl. oh wait, those are already invented and i drank far too many of you this weekend. thanks for the hangover, it was well worth it. love, jenniac. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dear trainwrecks everywhere, &lt;br /&gt;beware, lindsay lohan is ruining your good name. love, jenniac.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dear Guy I Have Gone Out With A Few Times Who Is Everything I Wanted On Paper: Tall, Educated, Older, And Lives In My Town, &lt;br /&gt;Why am I not attracted to you at all, yet it doesn't stop me from making out with you? Love, Jenniac. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dear Promotion, &lt;br /&gt;Yes, the money is nice and the new responsibilities are great, but is it wrong that I am most excited about the fact that my boss is moving down the hall and I am getting his office? Love, Jenniac.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dear Nipples On Men,&lt;br /&gt;Why am I repulsed by you? Love, Jenniac.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dear Phrase "Don't Mess With Texas,"&lt;br /&gt;You bet this Yankee from New York that just moved here is gonna mess with you. Big time. Oh wait, everyone here has guns and uses them freely...just kidding. Love, Jenniac.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dear First Season of Beverly Hills 90210 on DVD,&lt;br /&gt;Dylan you are looking goooood. Brenda you are lookin rooooough. Love, Jenniac.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I haven't posted my all time favorite letter just yet, but it will be forthcoming along with a story to go with it very soon.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6893966390887509062-5357056603635643573?l=myquarterlifecatharsis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myquarterlifecatharsis.blogspot.com/feeds/5357056603635643573/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6893966390887509062&amp;postID=5357056603635643573' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6893966390887509062/posts/default/5357056603635643573'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6893966390887509062/posts/default/5357056603635643573'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myquarterlifecatharsis.blogspot.com/2010/03/unsorted-mail.html' title='Unsorted Mail'/><author><name>Jenniac</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05660890139032816850</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6893966390887509062.post-5248087028197055290</id><published>2010-03-11T11:51:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2010-03-11T11:53:24.632-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Live Music</title><content type='html'>I'm hoping to churn out a blog post later today, but incase I don't I wanted to share this picture/quote that has been floating around tumblr and speaks to the music lover inside of me so clearly and truly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__FnIloL_udw/S5kuB9sce_I/AAAAAAAABRg/qsM9RosQ2YU/s1600-h/tumblr_kyc99qPxXN1qzufpwo1_500.png"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 282px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__FnIloL_udw/S5kuB9sce_I/AAAAAAAABRg/qsM9RosQ2YU/s400/tumblr_kyc99qPxXN1qzufpwo1_500.png" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5447435835557051378" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6893966390887509062-5248087028197055290?l=myquarterlifecatharsis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myquarterlifecatharsis.blogspot.com/feeds/5248087028197055290/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6893966390887509062&amp;postID=5248087028197055290' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6893966390887509062/posts/default/5248087028197055290'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6893966390887509062/posts/default/5248087028197055290'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myquarterlifecatharsis.blogspot.com/2010/03/live-music.html' title='Live Music'/><author><name>Jenniac</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05660890139032816850</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__FnIloL_udw/S5kuB9sce_I/AAAAAAAABRg/qsM9RosQ2YU/s72-c/tumblr_kyc99qPxXN1qzufpwo1_500.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6893966390887509062.post-203052996478965447</id><published>2010-03-08T12:13:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2010-03-08T12:19:14.851-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Race for Hope</title><content type='html'>Hey Folks - I am running in a 5K in May to benefit the National Brain Tumor Society. I am running on David Cook's team and it would me a lot to me if you could contribute to my goal - any donation would be much appreciated. Check out my page here: &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.braintumorcommunity.org/goto/jjenniac"&gt;http://www.braintumorcommunity.org/goto/jjenniac&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/PMAy3dJbEGQ&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/PMAy3dJbEGQ&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6893966390887509062-203052996478965447?l=myquarterlifecatharsis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myquarterlifecatharsis.blogspot.com/feeds/203052996478965447/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6893966390887509062&amp;postID=203052996478965447' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6893966390887509062/posts/default/203052996478965447'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6893966390887509062/posts/default/203052996478965447'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myquarterlifecatharsis.blogspot.com/2010/03/race-for-hope.html' title='Race for Hope'/><author><name>Jenniac</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05660890139032816850</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6893966390887509062.post-8517986397699139439</id><published>2010-03-07T16:22:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2010-03-07T16:32:05.720-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Drag Queens</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__FnIloL_udw/S5Qo9nDrsqI/AAAAAAAABRI/duWUlZZ_O80/s1600-h/hedwig_and_the_angry_inch.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__FnIloL_udw/S5Qo9nDrsqI/AAAAAAAABRI/duWUlZZ_O80/s320/hedwig_and_the_angry_inch.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5446022888319333026" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I was a guy I would totally dress in drag. I actually plan on being a drag queen for Halloween this year. I really want to wear more glitter than I already do. I love dramatic drag queen make up and their over the top looks. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last night I finally made time to watch "Hedwig and the Angry Inch" which I got from netflix last week. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I knew a few people who were big fans of the movie - it is very much a cult classic. I was familiar with one of the songs Origin of Love&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="640" height="385"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/-YO9FpWX57E&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/-YO9FpWX57E&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="640" height="385"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is a truly beautiful song that is based on Plato's Symposium. I quickly fell in love with the movie - it was humorous and moving at the same time. I really enjoyed the entire soundtrack. I'm currently rewatching it as I type so I can return it tomorrow, but I do plan on buying it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here is the plot summary:&lt;br /&gt;Hedwig, born a boy named Hansel in East Berlin, fell in love with an American G.I. and underwent a sex-change operation in order to marry him and flee to the West. Unfortunately, nothing worked out quite as it was supposed to - years later, Hedwig is leading her rock band on a tour of the U.S., telling her life story through a series of concerts at Bilgewater Inn seafood restaurants. Her tour dates coincide with those of arena-rock star Tommy Gnosis, a wide-eyed boy who once loved Hedwig... but then left with all her songs.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6893966390887509062-8517986397699139439?l=myquarterlifecatharsis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myquarterlifecatharsis.blogspot.com/feeds/8517986397699139439/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6893966390887509062&amp;postID=8517986397699139439' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6893966390887509062/posts/default/8517986397699139439'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6893966390887509062/posts/default/8517986397699139439'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myquarterlifecatharsis.blogspot.com/2010/03/drag-queens.html' title='Drag Queens'/><author><name>Jenniac</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05660890139032816850</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__FnIloL_udw/S5Qo9nDrsqI/AAAAAAAABRI/duWUlZZ_O80/s72-c/hedwig_and_the_angry_inch.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6893966390887509062.post-7389184777011075</id><published>2010-02-26T11:39:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2010-02-26T11:44:55.041-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Fast Friday</title><content type='html'>I wish I had more time to blog do alas I do not. I am packing up my things and about to head out the door at lunch to roadtrip to Atlanta with my friend Chuck for my friend Katie's wedding this weekend. Katie was a Head Camp Counselor when I was the NODA intern so I am looking forward to her wedding (my first wedding as an adult) and to see a bunch of camp people!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also this weekend, on Sunday, is another What the Fox Improv show. Our director and MVP Lindsay was interviewed for offbeat auburn and the Auburn University paper, check it out:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.offbeatauburn.com/"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://theplainsman.com/bookmark/6459633/article-Comedy%20group%20WTF%20performs"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I still need to also recap Idol. I must say I was surprised by the eliminations last night. Its not that I was attached to them, but I'm sad we couldn't see more of their possible potential. Whatever my rocker boy Lee Dewyze is going strong so I'm good.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6893966390887509062-7389184777011075?l=myquarterlifecatharsis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myquarterlifecatharsis.blogspot.com/feeds/7389184777011075/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6893966390887509062&amp;postID=7389184777011075' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6893966390887509062/posts/default/7389184777011075'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6893966390887509062/posts/default/7389184777011075'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myquarterlifecatharsis.blogspot.com/2010/02/fast-friday.html' title='Fast Friday'/><author><name>Jenniac</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05660890139032816850</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6893966390887509062.post-8924364720732875482</id><published>2010-02-25T14:42:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2010-02-25T15:09:20.705-06:00</updated><title type='text'>B-E-E</title><content type='html'>Last Saturday I saw Auburn Theatre's production of "The 25th Annual Putnam COunty Spelling Bee." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Never heard of it...well neither had I. That's a lie I had heard OF it, but knew nothing about it. Regardless I can't pass up a local show so my friend Melissa and I went.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I must say I was pleasantly surprised - it was cute/touching/funny/inappropriate. It was a short show - we didn't even have an intermission, but it was great. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I was looking up some of the songs from the show the other day I found out that my favorite character - Leaf Coneybear, was originally portrayed off/on Broadway by Jesse Tyler Ferguson (Mitchell from Modern Family*). &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The show is basically about 7 kids (played by adults) in a spelling bee. Click &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/The_25th_Annual_Putnam_County_Spelling_Bee"&gt;HERE&lt;/a&gt; for more info &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/sMB1x6KQGIA&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/sMB1x6KQGIA&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Speaking of Modern Family my NEWLY ENGAGED friend and fellow blogger &lt;a href="http://codisusanne.blogspot.com/"&gt;Codi&lt;/a&gt; referred to Modern family as: "think Full House meets Will and Grace meets The Office. It's that good." That is SUCH a great description. If you haven't checked it out stop reading my damn blog and get on hulu immediately!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6893966390887509062-8924364720732875482?l=myquarterlifecatharsis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myquarterlifecatharsis.blogspot.com/feeds/8924364720732875482/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6893966390887509062&amp;postID=8924364720732875482' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6893966390887509062/posts/default/8924364720732875482'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6893966390887509062/posts/default/8924364720732875482'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myquarterlifecatharsis.blogspot.com/2010/02/b-e-e.html' title='B-E-E'/><author><name>Jenniac</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05660890139032816850</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6893966390887509062.post-7404441017720214</id><published>2010-02-24T20:12:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2010-02-24T20:12:38.918-06:00</updated><title type='text'>WEGL</title><content type='html'>Last week I stopped by the radio show of one my Orientation Leaders which I was super excited about. I've been working here for over a year and somehow I never made it to the radio station. I was very impressed with their facilities they had, granted they moved into the new student center a year and a half ago and all got brand new stuff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This week I was invited back to be on the show. I got to talk about my blog, tumblr, some good new artists and improv. My friend Christina tuned in and heard me on air since WEGL is streaming online. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WEGL really made me miss radio kids. We are a different breed...a little offbeat...passionate about music and generally very opinionated. It's good to know that radio kids in Connecticut are the same as radio kids in Alabama. I actually got on facebook yesterday and looked up a bunch of former WQAQ kids to see where they're at. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seriously my WQAQ DJ days were some of my fondest. I still have TAPES, yes TAPES of my radio shows...now if only I could find something to play the tape on.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6893966390887509062-7404441017720214?l=myquarterlifecatharsis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myquarterlifecatharsis.blogspot.com/feeds/7404441017720214/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6893966390887509062&amp;postID=7404441017720214' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6893966390887509062/posts/default/7404441017720214'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6893966390887509062/posts/default/7404441017720214'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myquarterlifecatharsis.blogspot.com/2010/02/wegl.html' title='WEGL'/><author><name>Jenniac</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05660890139032816850</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6893966390887509062.post-1966557813559590078</id><published>2010-02-19T09:07:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2010-03-17T13:02:28.754-05:00</updated><title type='text'>THIS...is Americal Idol</title><content type='html'>Seriously I am obsessed with American Idol - I bame you @EWMichaelSlezak and MTV News's @JambaJim. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So this week we found out which contestants are in the top 24 - 12 guys and 12 gals. I have to say I am pretty excited about half of those contestants. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With this season being Simon's last it is bittersweet, but I am really liking Ellen as a judge. Even Kara is SLIGHTLY less annoying. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think this Idol season aka the next 14 weeks (that's a stat Slezak wrote I didn't do the math) I am going to try and write an idol related post each week about what went down that week. So if you don't watch the show - I suggest start, or get used to reading about it. I also plan on quoting some of the fantastically awesome articles I read from my fav bloggers. Especially gems like this from @EWMichaelSlezak "Theri's final note, in particular, was so bum it should've been cited for panhandling." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not gonna recap this week, but some early favorites in the top 24 are:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Andrew Garcia&lt;/strong&gt; - his Paula Abdul "Straight Up" was one of the best auditions of the year&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Katie Stevens&lt;/strong&gt; - this girl is 16 and has the such a mature voice&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Didi Benami&lt;/strong&gt; - she is very real and chill - she reminds me of season 7's Brooke White, but with a more powerful voice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Crystal Bowersox&lt;/strong&gt; - seriously with a name like Bowersox how could you not like her. This girl is indie and soulful - her "Natural Woman" and especially her "Makes You Happy" auditons were redonkulous.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Lee Dewyze&lt;/strong&gt; - he is a rocker guy, we haven't heard a lot from him through the audition rounds, but I like his vibe and it doesn't hurt that he has a sexxxy mouth much like the far superior David Cook.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So obviously I can't blog about American Idol without a David Cook mention. While watching the auditions and Hollywood week rounds it got me thinking about if I had watched season 7 from the start would I have been an early David fan? I would LIKE to say I would have been, but I don't know. After "Billie Jean" I was owned by that boy and can't imagine not liking him. What I can tell you what I didn't like from watching videos from Dave's early Idol episodes was his hair/facial hair.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please notice the Idol transformation Dave went through from his audition to the finale. AND FOR THE RECORD...I did not make this, I came across it a while ago online so I'm only sorta sad and creepy, not completely. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__FnIloL_udw/S36shuENZsI/AAAAAAAABRA/oEkFnNtS0EY/s1600-h/dave+hair.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__FnIloL_udw/S36shuENZsI/AAAAAAAABRA/oEkFnNtS0EY/s320/dave+hair.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5439975095211484866" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God I love scruffy facial hair on a guy.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6893966390887509062-1966557813559590078?l=myquarterlifecatharsis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myquarterlifecatharsis.blogspot.com/feeds/1966557813559590078/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6893966390887509062&amp;postID=1966557813559590078' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6893966390887509062/posts/default/1966557813559590078'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6893966390887509062/posts/default/1966557813559590078'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myquarterlifecatharsis.blogspot.com/2010/02/thisis-americal-idol.html' title='THIS...is Americal Idol'/><author><name>Jenniac</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05660890139032816850</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__FnIloL_udw/S36shuENZsI/AAAAAAAABRA/oEkFnNtS0EY/s72-c/dave+hair.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6893966390887509062.post-2674288509348983793</id><published>2010-02-18T08:27:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2010-02-18T08:28:08.752-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Snow Day</title><content type='html'>Last Friday believe it or not in Auburn, Alabama we had a legit SNOW DAY. There was a coating of snow last year that like shut the town down, but I wasn't in town for it so I was really anxious to see campus covered in snow. Well after seeing all the snow the DC area got I was jealous of all their snow. Last Thursday I saw the decent storm that came through Texas and there was a good chance of it coming here. Well Last Thursday at like 4:30PM an university e-mail and text message went out saying the university would be closed Friday...SCORE. As excited as I was for a day off I was really hoping for snow. I actually could barely sleep. After waking up at 6:30 and 8...I finally got out of bed at 9am just when the snow was slowly starting, however it realyl started to come down, by mid-afternoon it was quite impressive. My friends Michelle and Tim joined Freddie and me to play in the snow. Here are of few pictures!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__FnIloL_udw/S3wwYduavTI/AAAAAAAABQY/Vkqu7_gYQ_s/s1600-h/20777_734679978361_9018596_43560386_2211336_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__FnIloL_udw/S3wwYduavTI/AAAAAAAABQY/Vkqu7_gYQ_s/s320/20777_734679978361_9018596_43560386_2211336_n.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5439275646811028786" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Freddie and Me on Samford Lawn&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__FnIloL_udw/S3wwgL8vl9I/AAAAAAAABQg/GuOJ5xuqmaY/s1600-h/20977_734693970321_9018596_43560526_5973601_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__FnIloL_udw/S3wwgL8vl9I/AAAAAAAABQg/GuOJ5xuqmaY/s320/20977_734693970321_9018596_43560526_5973601_n.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5439275779478230994" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Campus in the snow&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__FnIloL_udw/S3www5An3oI/AAAAAAAABQ4/LdsGifRuvxM/s1600-h/20977_734773655631_9018596_43562044_3828277_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__FnIloL_udw/S3www5An3oI/AAAAAAAABQ4/LdsGifRuvxM/s320/20977_734773655631_9018596_43562044_3828277_n.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5439276066452004482" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cater Hall in the snow&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__FnIloL_udw/S3wwl1tZPBI/AAAAAAAABQo/fzTbu5XbDpQ/s1600-h/20977_734773550841_9018596_43562042_6602732_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__FnIloL_udw/S3wwl1tZPBI/AAAAAAAABQo/fzTbu5XbDpQ/s320/20977_734773550841_9018596_43562042_6602732_n.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5439275876587486226" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My cute apartment in the snow&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6893966390887509062-2674288509348983793?l=myquarterlifecatharsis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myquarterlifecatharsis.blogspot.com/feeds/2674288509348983793/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6893966390887509062&amp;postID=2674288509348983793' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6893966390887509062/posts/default/2674288509348983793'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6893966390887509062/posts/default/2674288509348983793'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myquarterlifecatharsis.blogspot.com/2010/02/snow-day.html' title='Snow Day'/><author><name>Jenniac</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05660890139032816850</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__FnIloL_udw/S3wwYduavTI/AAAAAAAABQY/Vkqu7_gYQ_s/s72-c/20777_734679978361_9018596_43560386_2211336_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6893966390887509062.post-2424260396164267650</id><published>2010-02-17T12:01:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2010-02-17T12:02:24.717-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Goodbye Sweets</title><content type='html'>For the past 6 weeks I have been really trying to cut back on sugar and sweets, well for Lent I am going to try and AVOID any excess sugar or sweets. Goodbye cookies, ice cream, candy - not that I eat a lot of it, but for 40 days I want to see what would happen if I "just say no." The ONLY exception I am giving for this rule is my friend's wedding at the end of the month. I haven't been to a wedding as a "adult" before and I want the full experience - wedding cake and all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also wanted to mention that twice this week I ran 3 miles on the treadmill instead of my usual 2.5 and actually this past Monday I ran the 3 miles at a pretty good gallop - between 5.0 - 5.5 on the treadmill, so I did about a 11:30min mile for 3 miles and didn't die! I really feel confident about my ability to get to at least a 10 minute mile by May. I don't think I'll ever "LOVE" running, but I'm learning to hate it less - good music is definitely key. If anyone has any running suggestions I would love them.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6893966390887509062-2424260396164267650?l=myquarterlifecatharsis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myquarterlifecatharsis.blogspot.com/feeds/2424260396164267650/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6893966390887509062&amp;postID=2424260396164267650' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6893966390887509062/posts/default/2424260396164267650'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6893966390887509062/posts/default/2424260396164267650'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myquarterlifecatharsis.blogspot.com/2010/02/goodbye-sweets.html' title='Goodbye Sweets'/><author><name>Jenniac</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05660890139032816850</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6893966390887509062.post-1885227848789370869</id><published>2010-02-11T10:10:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2010-02-11T13:49:31.815-06:00</updated><title type='text'>New Hire!</title><content type='html'>Today we hired our 2010 NODA Intern. As some of you know I served as Auburn's NODA Intern back in 2006 which led me to where I am today. NODA by the way is the National Orientation Directors Association. I find the NODA process to be very exciting and nerve wracking from both ends, but awesome nonetheless. This year our intern will be joining us from Virginia Tech and I am thrilled to welcome her to not only our Camp War Eagle family, but our Auburn NODA intern family.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6893966390887509062-1885227848789370869?l=myquarterlifecatharsis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myquarterlifecatharsis.blogspot.com/feeds/1885227848789370869/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6893966390887509062&amp;postID=1885227848789370869' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6893966390887509062/posts/default/1885227848789370869'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6893966390887509062/posts/default/1885227848789370869'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myquarterlifecatharsis.blogspot.com/2010/02/new-hire.html' title='New Hire!'/><author><name>Jenniac</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05660890139032816850</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6893966390887509062.post-6506120481321212336</id><published>2010-02-10T09:50:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2010-02-10T10:02:31.347-06:00</updated><title type='text'>I like Ike*</title><content type='html'>The second half of last week and into the weekend I felt terrible...I was outside all Wednesday afternoon without a coat and it got pretty brisk...later that night I felt a mild cold coming on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Instead of hitting up the gym this weekend, I was hitting up airborne and nyquil on the couch. I really THOUGHT about going Sunday, but convinced myself otherwise. Funny nyquil story on Thursday I mistakenly took nyquil caplets instead of dayquil caplets TWICE. So all day Thursday I was a complete zombie and I couldn't figure out why until I went to take nyquil before bed and realized I had been taking it all day...opps. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got to the gym Monday and saw one of the signs on the door that instantly motivates me "Showing up is half the battle." It's true. I've never gotten all the way to the gym and then had a shitty workout. If I'm there I go full force, but it's the getting there that's hard for me sometimes, especially on the weekends. My gym is about 7-8 minutes from work, but like 12-14 minutes from home - so I find getting there on weekends hard sometimes. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have yet to hit my 10 miles a week yet...I also need to hit more 4 day work out weeks, as opposed to 3 day work out weeks - even thought 3 days is better than 0 days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I do however think I've found I way to perhaps finally get past my weight plateau and his name is Isaac. Isaac is my NEW trainer. Yes in 16 months I've gone through 3, well he is my 3rd. I was bummed that my last trainer drastically cut back on clients due to a new job, but within 10 minutes of working with Isaac I was pretty damn hopeful. Isaac is a good looking built black man who doesn't take crap. I really prefer working with guy trainers - I feel they push me more and that I try harder. Luckily Isaac isn't my type - however one of my best friends I could see falling head over heels for him - but it's good that I'm not attracted to him because it's easier for me to talk to him about my weight or what parts of my body I don't like. So Monday Isaac and I "eased" into legs and when I said eased - I mean he KICKED MY ASS (err legs) so hard they were noodle like the next day. That's not completely true...I was hurting, but not like semi-paralyzed which is never a good thing - my friend Christine could tell you a story in which I could barely walk due to overdoing with a trainer - I was truly immobile, which is funny now, but when I was shuffling along hunched over at the mall it wasn't. Isaac had me do lots of leg stuff, but not with machines at all. We did different squats, things with weights, jumps, lunges, leg lifts and calf raises. I feel like I not only learned a lot, but I enjoyed it. I think the big key to my weight loss is changing up my routine, I think my body acclimates to what I do so I'm excited to learn all kinds of new things and hopefully see results! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also I have a confession. I went on a(in Victoria Beckham's accent) MAY-JOR itunes last week. I had a $25 gift card too use so I went to redeem it and started buying stuff, well apparently it didn't like REGISTER the card until a few purchases in so I ended up buying like $60 worth of music. Granted I hadn't bought anything in a month or so. Now I have some sweet tunes from: Adam Lambert, MWK, Kings of Leon, Safetysuit, 3OH!3 and A Formal Affair. I did however make a "running" playlist and a "weights" playlist of all my itunes - including my new purchases which have been very exciting!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Ike is in reference to my new trainer Isaac, but that phrase also has a special place in my heart because in 3rd grade we did reports and presentations of our Presidents and I got our 34th President Dwight David Eisenhower. Part of his campaign was merchandise saying "I Like Ike." My aunt actually got me a little box in D.C. that I still have that said it on it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__FnIloL_udw/S3LYa1gKIuI/AAAAAAAABQQ/YfIiB4vZAtM/s1600-h/00012268.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 202px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__FnIloL_udw/S3LYa1gKIuI/AAAAAAAABQQ/YfIiB4vZAtM/s320/00012268.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5436645655739769570" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6893966390887509062-6506120481321212336?l=myquarterlifecatharsis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myquarterlifecatharsis.blogspot.com/feeds/6506120481321212336/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6893966390887509062&amp;postID=6506120481321212336' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6893966390887509062/posts/default/6506120481321212336'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6893966390887509062/posts/default/6506120481321212336'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myquarterlifecatharsis.blogspot.com/2010/02/i-like-ike.html' title='I like Ike*'/><author><name>Jenniac</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05660890139032816850</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__FnIloL_udw/S3LYa1gKIuI/AAAAAAAABQQ/YfIiB4vZAtM/s72-c/00012268.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6893966390887509062.post-3306114156187886613</id><published>2010-02-09T08:24:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2010-02-09T08:26:51.432-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Yalie</title><content type='html'>I heard about this video a few weeks ago and my sister passed it along. It's a new Yale admissions video and I have to say it was FANTASTIC. After watching it now I want to go to/work at Yale. I truly recommend you to watch it (especially if you are a higher ed nerd) beware the video is 16 minutes long, but it was very entertaining.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="560" height="340"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/tGn3-RW8Ajk&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/tGn3-RW8Ajk&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="560" height="340"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6893966390887509062-3306114156187886613?l=myquarterlifecatharsis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myquarterlifecatharsis.blogspot.com/feeds/3306114156187886613/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6893966390887509062&amp;postID=3306114156187886613' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6893966390887509062/posts/default/3306114156187886613'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6893966390887509062/posts/default/3306114156187886613'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myquarterlifecatharsis.blogspot.com/2010/02/yalie.html' title='Yalie'/><author><name>Jenniac</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05660890139032816850</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6893966390887509062.post-8479437193817623292</id><published>2010-02-04T11:45:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2010-02-04T12:04:14.860-06:00</updated><title type='text'>26.5</title><content type='html'>Happy half birthday to me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Half birthdays have a special place in my heart being a summer baby. Now don't get me wrong I love being a LEO, but I find it tragic the biggest attention seeker of the zodiac has a birthday outside of the school year. I was always sad I couldn't be the birthday girl in school. Yes I was glad to never have school or tests on my birthday, but I was jealous of the ribbon corsages with candy hanging from them that the birthday girl always wore (anyone have that weird tradition?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After a little googling look what I came across:&lt;br /&gt;So what exactly is a candy corsage?&lt;br /&gt;A candy corsage is a pin-on corsage or wrist corsage adorned with ribbon bows, tulle, some sparkly beads and a quirky confection that is linked to the birthday. The following list shows the confections that were associated with specific birthday years.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10th birthday - lollipops &lt;br /&gt;11th birthday - gum drops &lt;br /&gt;12th birthday - tootsie rolls &lt;br /&gt;13th birthday - bubble gum &lt;br /&gt;14th birthday - dog biscuits &lt;br /&gt;15th birthday - life savers &lt;br /&gt;16th birthday - sugar cubes &lt;br /&gt;17th birthday - lemon drops &lt;br /&gt;18th birthday - cigarettes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Read more at Suite101: Birthday Celebrations - Candy Corsages: How to Make a Wrist or Pin-On Corsage http://entertaining.suite101.com/article.cfm/birthday_celebrations_candy_corsages#ixzz0eagNunbH&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is the 21st birthday little mini bottle of liquor? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ANYWAY&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I always have to default to my half birthday to celebrate in school growing up which was hard because a very popular/mean girl I went to school with had her REAL birthday February 3 and she didn't want me to have any attention for my lowly half birthday. I still can recall some very traumatizing conversations between us. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Over the past 5 years I've really tried to do my actual birthday up BIG and I feel like I have been pretty successful. I really jus tlove the power birthdays have over people - like it's my day I want to see these people and do this and no one can disagree with the birthday girl or boy. Granted in my day to day life I also generally dictate what I'm doing and who with, but still. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Colleen, one of my best friends' birthday is the day after mine although she is a year older and when I first realized this I was bummed because, again, being a Leo I am an attention hog and want to revel in all the glory of my birthday day, however I find that when Colleen and I do joint birthday stuff even MORE people make an effort to come out because now they are forced to partake in the birthday activities of not only 1, but 2 friends. Some of our joint birthday celebrations have been my favorites. Colleen and I actually refer to ourselves collectively as "Delirious." So on our facebook birthday invite for my 24th and her 25th we called it "Delirious turns 49" - classic. Out first joint birthday was actually my 21st and her 22nd. It was a sh*tshow in the best possible way...how myself (or better yet my liver) survived that week still boggles my mind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So people mark your calendars you have 6 months left to shop to buy me awesome things and to clear your calendars for what I'm sure will be quite the throw down for my 27th birthday!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6893966390887509062-8479437193817623292?l=myquarterlifecatharsis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myquarterlifecatharsis.blogspot.com/feeds/8479437193817623292/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6893966390887509062&amp;postID=8479437193817623292' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6893966390887509062/posts/default/8479437193817623292'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6893966390887509062/posts/default/8479437193817623292'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myquarterlifecatharsis.blogspot.com/2010/02/265.html' title='26.5'/><author><name>Jenniac</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05660890139032816850</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6893966390887509062.post-1775785467494669492</id><published>2010-01-29T11:40:00.008-06:00</published><updated>2010-01-29T14:21:23.808-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Idolatry</title><content type='html'>I love my job. I really do. But if at this moment I could be doing something else I would easily say I would want to be a writer for Entertainment Weekly. I am such a pop culture junkie and the fact that these people get PAID to write about pop culture is amazing. My two absolute favorite EW staffers are Michael Slezak and Kristen Baldwin. They are mean, smart and hilarious. Anything they write or talk about is great. I really think they are fantastic writers, but I also love all their videos on EW's site. They have such great chemistry and you can tell they are just great friends. Every time I watch their videos I instantly wish I was in the room with them taking part in their conversations.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Michael and Kristen are at their absolute best when they are talking American Idol. I was a casual fan season 7 when David Cook won my heart, but it was truly Michael and Kristen that made me an "Idoloonie" (their words not mine). I am addicted to Idol because I want to know what they are talking or writing about. I watched the Bachelorette last season just to read what Kristen had to say about it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am so thrilled Idol is back and really can't wait for Hollywood week and the competition to get underway. When Idol is back that means Idolatry is back. Idolatry is Michael's weekly take on this week's Idol and it always makes me laugh out loud (esp the graphics on the little TV in Michael's office). I will be sad when Kristen goes on maternity leave, but I'm sure she will be back with a vengence upon her return. If you like Idol I highly suggest you watch this and even if you don't I suggest you watch this because you still have time to jump on the Idol bandwagon this season!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://popwatch.ew.com/2010/01/29/idolatry-american-idol-katy-perry/"&gt;http://popwatch.ew.com/2010/01/29/idolatry-american-idol-katy-perry/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not to mention their is some BONUS David Cook introducing Idolatry this week - thank goodness I read that online before I saw it because otherwise I might have had a heart attack due to excitement. I still might because next week Michael is airing an interview he did with David this week and I seriously am pee my pants excited about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also if you are on Twitter (and you should be) follow Michael @EWMichaelSlezak&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6893966390887509062-1775785467494669492?l=myquarterlifecatharsis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myquarterlifecatharsis.blogspot.com/feeds/1775785467494669492/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6893966390887509062&amp;postID=1775785467494669492' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6893966390887509062/posts/default/1775785467494669492'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6893966390887509062/posts/default/1775785467494669492'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myquarterlifecatharsis.blogspot.com/2010/01/idolatry.html' title='Idolatry'/><author><name>Jenniac</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05660890139032816850</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6893966390887509062.post-1998163305100624349</id><published>2010-01-28T12:19:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2010-01-28T12:19:44.637-06:00</updated><title type='text'>My college degree is gaining more worth by the day!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.quinnipiac.edu/medschool.xml"&gt;University announces plans to open medical school with emphasis on primary care and global health - Quinnipiac University – Hamden, Connecticut&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6893966390887509062-1998163305100624349?l=myquarterlifecatharsis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myquarterlifecatharsis.blogspot.com/feeds/1998163305100624349/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6893966390887509062&amp;postID=1998163305100624349' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6893966390887509062/posts/default/1998163305100624349'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6893966390887509062/posts/default/1998163305100624349'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myquarterlifecatharsis.blogspot.com/2010/01/my-degree-gaining-more-worth-by-day.html' title='My college degree is gaining more worth by the day!'/><author><name>Jenniac</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05660890139032816850</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6893966390887509062.post-1777848401941634953</id><published>2010-01-25T10:25:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2010-01-25T10:26:18.929-06:00</updated><title type='text'>SCORE!</title><content type='html'>SO back in summer 2008 when I joined my new gym, I bought personal training sessions that were 6x a month for a year. Well I had a hard time always getting scheduling to work with my fabulous trainer Danielle, plus holiday breaks and my crazy work summer, than I ended up still have extra after the year, but they don't expire until after 6 months of when your contract ends. Well I thought august 2009 I would stop getting billed for training and I could use mine up. Well it turns out I had to WRITE A LETTER to the company cancelling my training services. At around the same time my trainer Danielle tells me she is leaving the gym for a different job to make some more money and I get assigned a new trainer name Phillip. To make a LOOOOOONG story short, Phillip and I NEVER trained together, we played phone tag for like 6 weeks, with ME doing most of the calling. So finally in like mid October I tell Danielle's boyfriend Greg who is also a trainer about all this drama and he says he'll take me on as a client. YAY. So for like a month I was hardcore with Greg and he was really pushing me which I liked. Then we break for Thanksgiving and Christmas because it is SO crazy busy. So I get back to the gym the first week of January and I'm on my OH TEN fitness mission and look to schedule a training session with Greg. OH WAIT, the system tells me my remaining sessions expired. Umm that's 20 sessions aka like $300-$400 bucks right there kids. So I like storm over to the gym - having decided to be nice, but also stern (as much as I like yelling at people, it doesn't always get me places, nor does crying). So like 2 weeks ago I pretty much present my case about Phillip sucking at life and how I was really without a trainer for like 2 months. The guy I talked to say he's relay the message to his boss. In the mean time I printed off the dates of my expired sessions, examined my contract etc...as "evidence." Well as week goes by and I don't hear from the guy I talked to. So I see my old trainer Danielle (she still works out at my gym) and I'm telling her about everything, so she is like let's go up there and talk to the managers that are up there. I was ready to get into my story after Danielle gave them the brief overview and the manager is like "oh I was going to call you this week, no problem, we can give you your sessions back, don't worry about it." AYAYAYAYAYAY! This was last week and I was waiting for my session balances to show up on the booking website and today they DID. 20 beautiful session and they even gave me 6 months to use them - even though I plan on being hardcore and getting through them sooner. Regardless I am BEYOND PUMPED. I just called Greg to tell him the news so I think he's excited to kick my ass as well. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In other news I am 99% sure I am running a 5K in Washington, DC this May - but more on that later when I firm things up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another sidenote: I kind of binged the past 2 weeks since I was out of town and feel HELLA guilty about it, but I should have a pretty "normal" schedule for the next month, so I hope I can stay on track. However, I was in Atlanta this weekend and I got to go shopping at Trader Joes which was AWESOME picked up some REALLY great stuff.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6893966390887509062-1777848401941634953?l=myquarterlifecatharsis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myquarterlifecatharsis.blogspot.com/feeds/1777848401941634953/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6893966390887509062&amp;postID=1777848401941634953' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6893966390887509062/posts/default/1777848401941634953'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6893966390887509062/posts/default/1777848401941634953'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myquarterlifecatharsis.blogspot.com/2010/01/score.html' title='SCORE!'/><author><name>Jenniac</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05660890139032816850</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6893966390887509062.post-5043631020036094171</id><published>2010-01-21T11:03:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2010-01-21T11:12:31.296-06:00</updated><title type='text'>The Writings on the Wall</title><content type='html'>I was thinking about my first blog EVER back in 2004, when I was assigned to create one in my Creative Non-Fiction class my senior year of college. We used the "new" blog technology to post our writing so our classmates could read and critique it. I thought I would share some of my favorites with you here. Keep in mind many of them were based on honing particular styles of writing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;Friday, October 15, 2004&lt;br /&gt;Paragraph experiments &lt;br /&gt;Original &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He surprised me. Have you ever known someone for a while and then see them in a new light. I knew of him for two years before I ended up working with him. He was just a friend, nothing more, but one day I suddenly found myself extremely attracted to everything about him. I was drawn in by his mysterious eyes and half smiles that hung on his face like a crooked license plate. I even began to appreciate the small things, like those stone washed jeans that he always used to wear and his wide collection of interesting sweatshirts, each with a unique story. Yet I was searching for my way to connect with him. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Metaphor use &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He was as unpredictable as a tornado. At times he would sweep you up, just to throw you back down or never bother you at all. He intrigued me. His eyes, which resembled a fresh brewed hazelnut coffee, with eyelashes that danced with every blink of his eye. He always had a half smile that hung on his face like a crooked license plate. The small details that made him, him also sent my heart racing. The jeans that he always used to wear that were as blue as a robin’s egg. His sweatshirts were very important to him, each of them had a unique story. One sweatshirt he bought in high school while at Disney World, he liked it because it had three buttons at the top AND a hood. One of this favorite details of the sweatshirt was the little rip in the front pocket, the top of the pocket hung down like a floppy bunny ear. He didn’t remember when or why it ripped, but he didn’t care because he said, "It gives the sweatshirt personality." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Start with the ending of the essay...build backwards &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;His number one fear is to let people really get to know him. It’s no surprise that is why he hides behind his crooked smiles, silly sweatshirts and mind games. He needs to stop trying to distract people with his ways and let people in. He’d be surprised how wonderful that could be. His distractions only caused me to be more interested; we got to be very close, too close in his standards. It was his insecurities that led to our distance. I really thought I got to know him, but I guess I never really knew him at all. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sentence Rhythm &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He liked his mystery. Known. He preferred not to be. He hid behind his quirks, brown eyes and sweatshirts. He could not distract me with all of his ways, not even the mind games that he often plays. I searched for a way to be let in. The common love of music was the right place to begin. I wish I could say that things worked out in the end, but the sad truth is that he is no longer my friend. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;Thursday, September 30, 2004&lt;br /&gt;Speaking in Silence &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I find it ironic how the things I hesitate to write publicly are thing that I constantly write about in my journal. To me words are very powerful and need to be crafted. I do not properly express myself when I talk. There is not enough time to think and process what you want to say when you talk. There is also no backspace button when you talk. Sometimes I find myself wishing that I’d let people read my journals. I think it would help some of my relationships with people and give them a chance to know me better. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I write to truly hear myself. I have found that when I talk to other people I only speak. I do not hear. The best time for me to hear is when I am alone with only my thoughts. I allow myself time most nights to sit, think and journal. Writing in my journal is like my own personal therapy session. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I write what is on my mind I am able to free it. The knowledge that my personal thoughts are documented helps me sleep at night. If the time comes that I need to revisit those thoughts I simple have to go back in my journal. When I reread my entries I am transported back to those memories. Writing gives me a chance to make connections and understand. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I write because I want to be heard. I am a very complicated person. I let very few people "in" and even then it is on a limited basis. The only person I can trust 100% with my innermost thoughts and emotions is myself. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Writing for me is how I heal. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;Saturday, September 11, 2004&lt;br /&gt;J is for Jitters &lt;br /&gt;Finally it is time to enter the room of the first class of the first day of the school year. Where to sit? Should I sit wherever or are they going to put us in alphabetical order. Most teachers favor alphabetical order, it makes it easier on them to get to know our names. I already know where I’ll be sitting if it’s alphabetical. In the middle of the room because I am a J. I envy the A,B,C or the X,Y,Z students because they get to sit next to the window depending on the room. I never get to sit by the window. I sit dead center of the room, usually in the first few sits near the teacher. I guess that isn’t so bad, it made me a better student because I wasn’t distracted the window or who is walking past the door. I also made friends with many of the H,I,J,K,L students. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;Friday, September 03, 2004&lt;br /&gt;ENFJ = LEO &lt;br /&gt;I am a student of life; there is not just one way to teach me. My education style inside the classroom as well as outside the classroom is always evolving. According to the typology tests we took online I am an ENFJ who has a kinesthetic learning preference and I favor a teaching environment which favors that dimension. I strongly agree with these outcomes. I am a big fan of personality and preference tests, I tend to believe them. There are definite trends in people and how their personalities and preferences affect every aspect of their life. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I would like to believe that I know myself very well, it’s taken a lot of time, but I think I have figured out that mystery that is me. One major source of self discovery has been through studying astrology and the zodiac. My Jung personality is an ENFJ, an extroverted, intuitive, feeling, judgmental person. All these qualities are also found strongly in the sign of Leo. I am a perfect example of a Leo. Zodiac signs help explain and illustrate different types of personalities and behaviors. As a Leo I have an appreciation for the arts and strong people skills. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In classes which are more factual I prefer to see what is being taught as well as work alone. When working with a group in classes such as science and math, I find the other group members to be more of a distraction than a help. In classes that are more based in theory such as sociology I enjoy class discussion and working with other students. Most classes I have taken in college are more hands on courses. I am a broadcast journalism student with a theatre minor, it is imperative that I work with other people in both fields of study. In English classes I prefer small group work that later evolves into large group discussion. I prefer this style because it allows me to form my own opinion on material and have a partner who can back me up, but also am able to hear other students. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am able to adapt my learning styles to each course and each professor. It is a skill that has taken 16 years of schooling to prefect, but I believe it is a skill that will be useful in life long after my classroom education has ended. In life we never truly stop learning, just the environment in which we are taught changes. &lt;br /&gt;***&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6893966390887509062-5043631020036094171?l=myquarterlifecatharsis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myquarterlifecatharsis.blogspot.com/feeds/5043631020036094171/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6893966390887509062&amp;postID=5043631020036094171' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6893966390887509062/posts/default/5043631020036094171'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6893966390887509062/posts/default/5043631020036094171'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myquarterlifecatharsis.blogspot.com/2010/01/writings-on-wall.html' title='The Writings on the Wall'/><author><name>Jenniac</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05660890139032816850</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6893966390887509062.post-8262308727481702554</id><published>2010-01-15T12:01:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2010-01-15T12:19:05.885-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Creep</title><content type='html'>I know I've mentioned this previously, but Radiohead's song "Creep" really speaks to me. Even more than the song itself sometimes is what the person singing it adds to the song. Seriously the song can take on such different meanings and tones based on the cover. I know the song is from 1992, but some how I have no real recollection of it until 3 years ago. One of the first time I remember hearing this song was at Karaoke, and then it was the David Cook's cover with his old band that really spoke to me. I actually just youtubed Creep covers and have found some real gems...all of which are SO different - including one that Prince did at Coachella in 2008. The lyrics are a bit dark, but I like dark lyrics. God bless emo which brought me dark lyrics put to catchy tunes!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here are the lyrics:&lt;br /&gt;When you were here before, &lt;br /&gt;Couldn't look you in the eye&lt;br /&gt;You're just like an angel, &lt;br /&gt;Your skin makes me cry&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You float like a feather&lt;br /&gt;In a beautiful world&lt;br /&gt;I wish I was special&lt;br /&gt;You're so fuckin' special&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I'm a creep, &lt;br /&gt;I'm a weirdo&lt;br /&gt;What the hell am I doin' here?&lt;br /&gt;I don't belong here&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't care if it hurts, &lt;br /&gt;I want to have control&lt;br /&gt;I want a perfect body &lt;br /&gt;I want a perfect soul&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want you to notice &lt;br /&gt;when I'm not around&lt;br /&gt;You're so fuckin' special&lt;br /&gt;I wish I was special&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I'm a creep&lt;br /&gt;I'm a weirdo&lt;br /&gt;What the hell am I doin' here?&lt;br /&gt;I don't belong here, ohhhh, ohhhh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She's running out again&lt;br /&gt;She's running out&lt;br /&gt;She run run run run...&lt;br /&gt;run... run...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whatever makes you happy&lt;br /&gt;Whatever you want&lt;br /&gt;You're so fuckin' special&lt;br /&gt;I wish I was special&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I'm a creep, &lt;br /&gt;I'm a weirdo&lt;br /&gt;What the hell am I doin' here?&lt;br /&gt;I don't belong here&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't belong here...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really am starting to fixate on getting these lyrics tattoo on me at some point - granted that I EARN getting them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't care if it hurts, &lt;br /&gt;I want to have control&lt;br /&gt;I want a perfect body &lt;br /&gt;I want a perfect soul&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6893966390887509062-8262308727481702554?l=myquarterlifecatharsis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myquarterlifecatharsis.blogspot.com/feeds/8262308727481702554/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6893966390887509062&amp;postID=8262308727481702554' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6893966390887509062/posts/default/8262308727481702554'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6893966390887509062/posts/default/8262308727481702554'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myquarterlifecatharsis.blogspot.com/2010/01/creep.html' title='Creep'/><author><name>Jenniac</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05660890139032816850</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6893966390887509062.post-4557451979075617930</id><published>2010-01-11T11:35:00.005-06:00</published><updated>2010-01-14T10:37:05.203-06:00</updated><title type='text'>On a Lighter Note</title><content type='html'>For those of you who read this google reader you miss all my fun gadgets in my side column, but I understand (I just converted to google reader as well). However I encourage you to take a minute and head over to my blog page if you don't already go directly to my blog and VOTE in my "Cups of Coffee" Poll on the top right. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This past weekend I FINALLY went to Sips N Strokes. Sips N Strokes is a place where you can BYOB and paint a picture with an instructor - our painting that night was cherries, but they have ALL kinda of stuff. &lt;a href="https://www.sipsnstrokes.com/calendar.aspx?FacilityUID=al007"&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;I went with my friend new friend Melissa and we had a fantastic time. It was stressful and relaxing at the same time...the wine also helped, but also distracted me haha. All and all I think mine turned out pretty well!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__FnIloL_udw/S08rk_hGj3I/AAAAAAAABQI/4VJhssO6oL8/s1600-h/cherries.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__FnIloL_udw/S08rk_hGj3I/AAAAAAAABQI/4VJhssO6oL8/s320/cherries.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5426603990530297714" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Note: Yes I blurred out my signature on the bottom right&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am actually going to a Sips N Strokes party for my friend Katie party in 2 weeks so I'm excited for a crack at something new - we are doing flowers in a vase that week I believe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lastly, another goal for this year is to cut back tremendously on gossip blogs and facebook. I am a nosey body and love knowing everything, but at the same time facebook, perezhilton, etc are MAJOR time wasters and I need to focus as much as possible on my life and my goals that those distractions are wasteful. Looking back I checked facebook and perez FAR too much and often - I don't know if I will completely break the habit, but the more I can cut back the better. I am going to try and limit myself to twitter, people and entertainment weekly (ew.com) to the best of my abilities. By the way TWITTER is magical - seriously. I follow friends, celebs, websites etc. It really is like reading headlines because lots of tweets have links to articles. I think it's fantastic.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6893966390887509062-4557451979075617930?l=myquarterlifecatharsis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myquarterlifecatharsis.blogspot.com/feeds/4557451979075617930/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6893966390887509062&amp;postID=4557451979075617930' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6893966390887509062/posts/default/4557451979075617930'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6893966390887509062/posts/default/4557451979075617930'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myquarterlifecatharsis.blogspot.com/2010/01/on-lighter-note.html' title='On a Lighter Note'/><author><name>Jenniac</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05660890139032816850</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__FnIloL_udw/S08rk_hGj3I/AAAAAAAABQI/4VJhssO6oL8/s72-c/cherries.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6893966390887509062.post-317987662318884785</id><published>2010-01-11T10:59:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2010-01-11T11:35:08.149-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Fit or Fat</title><content type='html'>So this is IT.&lt;br /&gt;I can be honest here right?&lt;br /&gt;I wouldn't say I haven't gotten deep on here, but this is probably more honest than I've been in a while and mostly with myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm committed to changing my diet and lifestyle this year.&lt;br /&gt;I have been on a half ass diet for most of my adult life, that has yielded limited or temporary results. &lt;br /&gt;I'd say the last time I really felt good about myself was my sophomore year of college/beginning of junior year. Looking back I really looked pretty great. Strangely enough I have no idea how much I weighed then either, therefore I don't have how far off I am from getting there again.&lt;br /&gt;I'd say I was also in decent shape my last semester of grad school. I even have TONS of great clothes from that period that I would love to wear again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well I'm dedicated this year. I'm testing my self, my mind, my body and my soul. &lt;br /&gt;If I'm not successful in OH-TEN than I think I'm going to commit to being fat. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My dad struggled most of his life with weight and yo-yoing. He was heavy for most of my youth and then in high school he lost 100 pounds with slimfast, diet, and exercise. He even kept it off for 6-8years. It was when he retired that he started putting on weight again and obviously defeated he let him self gain nearly all of that weight back. His unhappiness with his body ultimately led him to get gastric bypass surgery which killed him. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to love my body, whichever body I am supposed to have and maintain. So if things don't work out for me this year (which is a trail run, which if successful I plan to keep up for the rest of my life) than I want to stop trying to reach for something that is impossible and just learn to love myself where ever I'm at. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now don't get me wrong I will always want to stay healthy...I want stay active and try and eat right, but I think this is a test of my state of mind, body and soul.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seriously, why halfway diet if you get no results. My body tends to like where it's at regardless of what I eat or don't eat, exercise or don't exercise. So in 2011 if big changes haven't happened I think I'm going to be content with how I look, but I can't be content unless I try my darnedest within reason. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have no plans to act like a biggest loser contestant, but I do plan on monitoring my sugar intake (my mom did that and transformed her body and her life),I also want to eliminate late night eating (only liquids after 9pm), in addition to going to the gym at least 4 times a week (I would like to try and get to a 10 minute mile on the treadmill), I want to walk more (morning walks with Freddie before work to get my blood pumping, parking farther at work, etc). &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ideally I'd like to lose 5 lbs a month (which means 40 pounds by my birthday which would be magical). I am only going to weigh myself on Fridays, instead of obsessively weighing myself. I'm on a kick of writing lots of things down (thanks in part to my coffee count) I have made a nightly checklist so to speak to keep my self accountable. I also think writing all this in blog form also makes me accountable. I not only said it, but I WROTE it for the whole world to see (not like the whole world reads this), so it's pressure, but good pressure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My mantra may come from a weird place, but it has been speaking to me nearly a year now:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't care if it hurts&lt;br /&gt;I want to have control&lt;br /&gt;I want a perfect body&lt;br /&gt;I want a perfect soul&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's from Radiohead's song "Creep", but the lyrics really stood out to me when David Cook covered it in his old band Axium. Obviously I'm not looking to fit popculture's definition of perfection, but rather the best version of myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I meet my goal, I would also like to get those lyrics tattooed on my side/ribs. Recently I been to writing the lyrics everywhere to serve as a reminder of the task at hand. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think this is all truly attainable. The only way I could fail is if I LET MYSELF FAIL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I encourage you all to ask me how I'm doing and to keep me in your thoughts and prayers on my journey this year.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6893966390887509062-317987662318884785?l=myquarterlifecatharsis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myquarterlifecatharsis.blogspot.com/feeds/317987662318884785/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6893966390887509062&amp;postID=317987662318884785' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6893966390887509062/posts/default/317987662318884785'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6893966390887509062/posts/default/317987662318884785'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myquarterlifecatharsis.blogspot.com/2010/01/fit-or-fat.html' title='Fit or Fat'/><author><name>Jenniac</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05660890139032816850</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6893966390887509062.post-7130260330049901563</id><published>2010-01-08T14:30:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2010-01-08T15:37:54.782-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Freedom</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__FnIloL_udw/S0elqwWpT3I/AAAAAAAABQA/8XhTytOMfI4/s1600-h/us-passport.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 255px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__FnIloL_udw/S0elqwWpT3I/AAAAAAAABQA/8XhTytOMfI4/s320/us-passport.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5424486430144024434" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My PASSPORT came in the mail today! SOSOSOSOSO exciting. It feels like I just got my driver's license all over again. Oh the possibilities. To quote Mr. David Cook "There's a lot of the world I want to experience. I'm open to anywhere. I've got a passport for the first time in my life and I want to fill it up with stamps."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ireland December 2010 - who wants to sponsor my trip?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6893966390887509062-7130260330049901563?l=myquarterlifecatharsis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myquarterlifecatharsis.blogspot.com/feeds/7130260330049901563/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6893966390887509062&amp;postID=7130260330049901563' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6893966390887509062/posts/default/7130260330049901563'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6893966390887509062/posts/default/7130260330049901563'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myquarterlifecatharsis.blogspot.com/2010/01/freedom.html' title='Freedom'/><author><name>Jenniac</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05660890139032816850</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__FnIloL_udw/S0elqwWpT3I/AAAAAAAABQA/8XhTytOMfI4/s72-c/us-passport.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6893966390887509062.post-6977706889089128304</id><published>2010-01-07T15:56:00.005-06:00</published><updated>2010-01-07T16:09:23.842-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Stylin' and Profilin'</title><content type='html'>I have no idea if people read other people's Facebook profile's ever. I know I read peoples because they took the time to write it and I like sneek peeks into the heads of people I may or may not know very well. I feel that my Facebook profile is a very accurate assessment of myself. I enjoy updating it and making it "me." I hope people read mine and if you don't you should start...I've learned very interesting things about people via Facebook profiles. So for those of you who I am Facebook friends with that haven't read it or for those of you who don't know me and just lurk on my blog (and I LOVE that you do...show yourself in the comments section or something...I read plenty of blogs written by people I don't know because they are interesting. It's like a book and people have no problems reading books written by people they don't know) ok enough rambling.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Political Views: Liberally Independent* (note: I "made up" that viewpoint title, but I do think it's fitting for my political beliefs)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Activities: Camp War Eagle. SOS. Alpha Phi. NODA. What The Fox Improv.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Interests: Coffee. big cities. theatre. concerts. astrology. tattoos. new music. writing/blogging. college. anything orange. my dog. laughing. beaches. rediscovering my inner punk. moonroofs. 6'4 guys. my fabulous friends. the Q. being random.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Favorite Music: Music shakes my soul alive. Absolute favorites: David Cook. Incubus. The Spill Canvas. Broadway Showtunes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Favorite TV Shows: Full House. How I Met Your Mother. True Blood. The Soup. Modern Family. SVU. Food Network Challenge. American Idol. Pawn Stars. Criminal Minds.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Favorite Movies: Anything with Johnny Depp especially Crybaby.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Favorite Books: Meg Cabot/Dan Brown/Janet Evanovich/Jodi Piccoult Books. The Twilight Saga. Sookie Stackhouse Series.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Favorite Quotations: I don't care if it hurts. I want to have control. I want perfect body. I want a perfect soul.&lt;br /&gt;Just because someone likes the same bizarro crap you do doesn't mean they are your soul mate.&lt;br /&gt;I'm looking for baggage that goes with mine.&lt;br /&gt;Joie de vivre.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;About Me: Loved or hated, but never ignored.&lt;br /&gt;My best friends describe me as - Mean. Funny. Weird. and Gross.&lt;br /&gt;I love music more than I do breathing. Coffee is my drug of choice.&lt;br /&gt;I'm a punk rock princess looking for my garage band king.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Missing you everyday Daddy...4.25.49 - 11.18.07&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6893966390887509062-6977706889089128304?l=myquarterlifecatharsis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myquarterlifecatharsis.blogspot.com/feeds/6977706889089128304/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6893966390887509062&amp;postID=6977706889089128304' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6893966390887509062/posts/default/6977706889089128304'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6893966390887509062/posts/default/6977706889089128304'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myquarterlifecatharsis.blogspot.com/2010/01/stylin-and-profilin.html' title='Stylin&apos; and Profilin&apos;'/><author><name>Jenniac</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05660890139032816850</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6893966390887509062.post-3309169505536338798</id><published>2010-01-06T13:54:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2010-01-06T13:57:32.368-06:00</updated><title type='text'>How I Met Your Idol?</title><content type='html'>Guess which American Idol winner is going to guest star on an incoming episode of How I Met Your Mother?&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;Carrie Underwood.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seriously guys if it was David Cook I would not be breathing right now...my head and ovaries would have exploded from that awesomeness. For real if 2 of my favorite things were combined like that AND the fact that my friend George works there and could hook me up...PLEASE I would absolutely die. None the less I do enjoy Carrie and am excited for the episode. David however will be on Extreme Makeover: Home Edition this weekend. What a do gooder &lt;3&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6893966390887509062-3309169505536338798?l=myquarterlifecatharsis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myquarterlifecatharsis.blogspot.com/feeds/3309169505536338798/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6893966390887509062&amp;postID=3309169505536338798' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6893966390887509062/posts/default/3309169505536338798'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6893966390887509062/posts/default/3309169505536338798'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myquarterlifecatharsis.blogspot.com/2010/01/how-i-met-your-idol.html' title='How I Met Your Idol?'/><author><name>Jenniac</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05660890139032816850</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6893966390887509062.post-7190572276310577494</id><published>2010-01-05T12:27:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2010-01-05T12:28:28.054-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Want</title><content type='html'>I aspire to have bookshelves like these one day...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__FnIloL_udw/S0OEtJCOI8I/AAAAAAAABPs/Uge98vhdVS8/s1600-h/tumblr_kvfp4ejAfr1qa96mho1_500.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 297px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__FnIloL_udw/S0OEtJCOI8I/AAAAAAAABPs/Uge98vhdVS8/s400/tumblr_kvfp4ejAfr1qa96mho1_500.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5423324287338423234" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6893966390887509062-7190572276310577494?l=myquarterlifecatharsis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myquarterlifecatharsis.blogspot.com/feeds/7190572276310577494/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6893966390887509062&amp;postID=7190572276310577494' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6893966390887509062/posts/default/7190572276310577494'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6893966390887509062/posts/default/7190572276310577494'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myquarterlifecatharsis.blogspot.com/2010/01/want.html' title='Want'/><author><name>Jenniac</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05660890139032816850</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__FnIloL_udw/S0OEtJCOI8I/AAAAAAAABPs/Uge98vhdVS8/s72-c/tumblr_kvfp4ejAfr1qa96mho1_500.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6893966390887509062.post-1702956827948981190</id><published>2010-01-05T11:13:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2010-01-05T11:20:32.757-06:00</updated><title type='text'>The Dash</title><content type='html'>I've heard parts of this poem before and a certain *someone* just got the last stanza of this poem tattooed on his arm, so I figured I should check it out and I was touched. Perhaps this will give you some perspective on how you spend your OH-TEN.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Dash, by Linda Ellis&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I read of a man who stood to speak, &lt;br /&gt;at the funeral of a friend. &lt;br /&gt;He referred to the dates on her tombstone &lt;br /&gt;from beginning to the end.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He noted that first came her date of birth &lt;br /&gt;and spoke the following with tears, &lt;br /&gt;But he said what mattered most of all, &lt;br /&gt;was the dash in between those years.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For the dash represents, all the time &lt;br /&gt;that she spent alive on earth. &lt;br /&gt;And now only those who loved her &lt;br /&gt;know what that little line is worth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For it matters not, how much we own; &lt;br /&gt;the cars, the house, the cash, &lt;br /&gt;what matters most is how we live and love &lt;br /&gt;and how we spend our dash.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So think about this long and hard. &lt;br /&gt;Are there things you’d like to change?&lt;br /&gt;For you never know how much time is left, &lt;br /&gt;hat can still be rearranged. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If we could just slow down enough, &lt;br /&gt;to consider what is true and real. &lt;br /&gt;And always try to understand, &lt;br /&gt;the way other people feel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And be less quick to anger, &lt;br /&gt;and show appreciation more, &lt;br /&gt;and love the people in our lives &lt;br /&gt;like we’ve never loved before. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If we treat each other with respect, &lt;br /&gt;and more often wear a smile &lt;br /&gt;Remembering that this special dash &lt;br /&gt;might only last a little while. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, when your eulogy is being read, &lt;br /&gt;with your life’s actions to rehash &lt;br /&gt;would you be proud of the things they say &lt;br /&gt;and how your spent your dash?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6893966390887509062-1702956827948981190?l=myquarterlifecatharsis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myquarterlifecatharsis.blogspot.com/feeds/1702956827948981190/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6893966390887509062&amp;postID=1702956827948981190' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6893966390887509062/posts/default/1702956827948981190'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6893966390887509062/posts/default/1702956827948981190'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myquarterlifecatharsis.blogspot.com/2010/01/dash.html' title='The Dash'/><author><name>Jenniac</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05660890139032816850</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6893966390887509062.post-7976033794454225596</id><published>2010-01-04T10:19:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2010-01-04T12:24:59.813-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Measuring a Year</title><content type='html'>Happy OH-TEN everyone!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have taken on a challenge for this year - well truth be told I plan to take on quite a few challenges this year. Most notably after being inspired by listening to "Seasons of Love" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="560" height="340"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/I6yPSeDlcrI&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/I6yPSeDlcrI&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="560" height="340"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While on my road trip back to Auburn with &lt;a href="http://drewchin.posterous.com/"&gt;Drew&lt;/a&gt; I have decided to measure 2010 in "cups of coffee"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So keep your eye out on my "coffee count" (on the right tool bar of the blog - and also on Facebook for those of you I am Facebook friends with). This year I'd also like to share cups of coffee with as many people as possible. I'll also take donations for coffee funds. I think Starbucks Via (instant coffee) should help me from breaking the bank entirely. I can't even count how much coffee I drank the past 2 weeks that I've been home. Dunkin Donuts Iced coffees galore and endless cups of coffee at my mom's house. Seriously I wouldn't be surprised if I had 50. I do want to mention that a "cup" of coffee is really like a serving. So 1 cup of coffee at a diner is equal to a large iced coffee, but if I get a refill of diner coffee that counts as a second coffee. Let's hope I can keep this all straight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I actually plan on keeping track of a lot of things this year. How many miles I run, what I eat, how much money I spend, etc. I also hope to work on Freddie's obedience level...we'll see.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6893966390887509062-7976033794454225596?l=myquarterlifecatharsis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myquarterlifecatharsis.blogspot.com/feeds/7976033794454225596/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6893966390887509062&amp;postID=7976033794454225596' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6893966390887509062/posts/default/7976033794454225596'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6893966390887509062/posts/default/7976033794454225596'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myquarterlifecatharsis.blogspot.com/2010/01/measuring-year.html' title='Measuring a Year'/><author><name>Jenniac</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05660890139032816850</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
