<?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-21324920</id><updated>2011-08-05T12:41:32.029-05:00</updated><category term='silly'/><category term='Jonah'/><category term='school'/><category term='tired'/><category term='finished'/><title type='text'>The occasional update</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emiliatheegreat.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21324920/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emiliatheegreat.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Emilia Thee Great</name><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>86</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21324920.post-2699753588633704471</id><published>2008-10-26T16:10:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-10-26T16:16:08.607-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Hope in Christ for Eternity</title><content type='html'>WOW, I have not written a blog in forever.&lt;br /&gt;Well here we go.&lt;br /&gt;I'm finishing up an eschatology paper-one that I was not looking forward to writing.  I am so glad I was assigned to do it.  I'm so looking forward to the future.  Frankly, Christ's hope-the hope of His future return is seriously welling up inside of me-so much so that I had to write about it!  The judgment is going to suck, but Christ's grace is going to rock-literally- "on Christ the solid rock I stand."  Part of that hymn is "my hope is found in nothing less than Christ's blood and righteousness"-there is such great and exciting hope in that.  It is my spoken and written prayer that you have found that hope and I can't wait to party with you during the millennial reign of Christ and on the new heaven and new earth thereafter-or however the world will end-I'll see you there- that's what I hope!&lt;br /&gt;Love you,&lt;br /&gt;Emily&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21324920-2699753588633704471?l=emiliatheegreat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emiliatheegreat.blogspot.com/feeds/2699753588633704471/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21324920&amp;postID=2699753588633704471' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21324920/posts/default/2699753588633704471'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21324920/posts/default/2699753588633704471'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emiliatheegreat.blogspot.com/2008/10/hope-in-christ-for-eternity.html' title='Hope in Christ for Eternity'/><author><name>Emilia Thee Great</name><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-21324920.post-6106965148121311937</id><published>2008-04-11T15:42:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-04-11T15:45:12.680-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Choose and identity</title><content type='html'>Just a few moments ago I commented on a blog, and in order to post I was needed to "choose an identity."-as in blogger user, website, anonymous, or name/url.  Well I have now finally chosen an identity-I am em with no url-whew! I'm glad I got through that crisis now!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21324920-6106965148121311937?l=emiliatheegreat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emiliatheegreat.blogspot.com/feeds/6106965148121311937/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21324920&amp;postID=6106965148121311937' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21324920/posts/default/6106965148121311937'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21324920/posts/default/6106965148121311937'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emiliatheegreat.blogspot.com/2008/04/choose-and-identity.html' title='Choose and identity'/><author><name>Emilia Thee Great</name><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-21324920.post-1430699069518687722</id><published>2008-04-07T22:15:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-04-07T22:18:36.492-05:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm Mean</title><content type='html'>You all know it is true and so do I.&lt;br /&gt;Why am I mean?&lt;br /&gt;What can I do about it?&lt;br /&gt;Is it just too much time together-my roommate and I?&lt;br /&gt;I want to go home?&lt;br /&gt;No, really I just don't want to write 3-10 page papers-every semester comes to this point.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks for listening.&lt;br /&gt;I did procrastinate this message.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21324920-1430699069518687722?l=emiliatheegreat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emiliatheegreat.blogspot.com/feeds/1430699069518687722/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21324920&amp;postID=1430699069518687722' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21324920/posts/default/1430699069518687722'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21324920/posts/default/1430699069518687722'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emiliatheegreat.blogspot.com/2008/04/im-mean.html' title='I&apos;m Mean'/><author><name>Emilia Thee Great</name><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-21324920.post-5635789138622587019</id><published>2008-04-03T23:39:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2008-04-03T23:39:34.807-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Update</title><content type='html'>I have turned into a procrastinator-but at least you know on time.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21324920-5635789138622587019?l=emiliatheegreat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emiliatheegreat.blogspot.com/feeds/5635789138622587019/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21324920&amp;postID=5635789138622587019' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21324920/posts/default/5635789138622587019'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21324920/posts/default/5635789138622587019'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emiliatheegreat.blogspot.com/2008/04/update.html' title='Update'/><author><name>Emilia Thee Great</name><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-21324920.post-5966170531801595209</id><published>2008-03-16T15:38:00.007-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T11:52:37.074-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Taxes and Tears</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gpv8Tvljq0g/R92JkRv7CJI/AAAAAAAAADE/mpZ6sIxqn0s/s1600-h/73434278.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gpv8Tvljq0g/R92JkRv7CJI/AAAAAAAAADE/mpZ6sIxqn0s/s400/73434278.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5178446402878638226" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    If you know me you know that I don't cry when I want to and am slightly embarrassed about it.  Generally speaking I get angry.  For example we had to read 5 different books for an Adolescent Literature class that I am in.  I only cried a few non-dropping tears at the end of Hitler Youth-sick right?  I wanted to cry I was sad and frustrated, but I didn't.  When my family moved almost two years ago it took me nearly three months before I finally had a small sobbing session about it.  I wanted to from the day we closed, but I just couldn't.  It sucked, and when I finally had the little session it was over in a few minutes and I felt soooo much better. &lt;br /&gt;    Anyways-what does make me actually uncontrollable sob are things like taxes and loans.  My Freshman year the only time I cried to my mom was when my loan stuff wasn't working out.  Last year when the H&amp;amp;R Block guy told me that it was going to cost over $250 to have him prepare my taxes I almost cried, but fortunately I kept my composure.  Well, this year I did cry.  I finally lost it after two hours on turbotax I cried. somehow I couldn't get the dates of when I was in CA last year right and then it wouldn't let me choose the correct option for some other part of some other form, so I finally chose the semi-correct one.  I can't pretend I even really understood what  they were asking me.   Well, anyways it finally went through and I was relieved.  So, what happened?&lt;br /&gt;    Today, I open my e-mail, and oh, my federal return was rejected-why? My birthday does not match the record they have on file.  So, I check to see if I wrote 2008 instead of 1987-I've done that a few times before, no it is the right date-great.  Well, for whatever reason-this makes me feel so helpless and upset-the SSA(Social Security Administration) doesn't answer calls on Sunday, the help section is unhelpful and our phone system isn't working in this building, so I can't call the only person you want to talk to in this situation-your mother.  Already I couldn't talk to her last night because she was selfishly working.  Anyhow. I get a cellphone from my friend since her minutes are free and mine cost 15 cents each, but her connection doesn't work.  So, while I try to reach mom again and again she heads out to a memorial service to be supportive of her husband who is being supportive of his co-worker.  Hello, I need support-you need to be on the same telepathic wavelength right now, mom!  Anyways, I finally get a hold of my brother on my expensive cell phone-as in the minutes are costly- and poor guy I loose it on him.  This will tell you how often I cry as I am explaining my tax woes I really lose it and I apologize for doing so and he says I thought you were joking- I wish I was.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21324920-5966170531801595209?l=emiliatheegreat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emiliatheegreat.blogspot.com/feeds/5966170531801595209/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21324920&amp;postID=5966170531801595209' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21324920/posts/default/5966170531801595209'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21324920/posts/default/5966170531801595209'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emiliatheegreat.blogspot.com/2008/03/taxes-and-tears.html' title='Taxes and Tears'/><author><name>Emilia Thee Great</name><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/_gpv8Tvljq0g/R92JkRv7CJI/AAAAAAAAADE/mpZ6sIxqn0s/s72-c/73434278.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21324920.post-1100530550753035783</id><published>2008-01-12T13:21:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T11:52:37.310-06:00</updated><title type='text'>The workout</title><content type='html'>Whoa, so I am sitting here in my room without a shirt on not because I like to (which I don't) but because I am dying of heat!  Yes, I know you are asking yourself, how can she be hot in MN.  Simple.&lt;br /&gt;   Although it is in the low 20s, (the banks didn't agree) I just completed a fantastic workout.  I had to make a Target run this morning for lack of food and other essentials like t.p.  Well since I lacked food I had only a 90 calorie fruit leather for breakfast, so on the way to Target my tummy was sad.  In addition to my sad tummy my arms and back are sore in spots I forgot could be sore-this is due to un-lofting two beds and bunking them as well as arranging the rest of the furniture and perfecting shelfing books on the highest surface possible.  And, well, since it is the first Target run of the semester there is quite a bit I needed.  However, I planned ahead and took my shoulder bag.  While I was there I scrutinized over which items I could purchase keeping in mind that I would be carrying it all back home.  Apparently, I did not scrutinize enough-especially over the sugar and the flour.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gpv8Tvljq0g/R4kX7COx9pI/AAAAAAAAAC8/UTiPZDo1xP4/s1600-h/dv1525013.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gpv8Tvljq0g/R4kX7COx9pI/AAAAAAAAAC8/UTiPZDo1xP4/s400/dv1525013.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5154677551480829586" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Overall, I made a return trip of 12 and a half city blocks with 36 pounds of merchandise-seriously, I weighed it when I got back b/c that's all could think of on the walk back.  Oh, yeah and I did it in under one and a half hours-total there and back again.  Yes, my arms are shaking.  However, the bowl of "market pantry-honey &amp;amp; nut toasted oats" with milk in my new bowl was probably the best bowl of cereal I have ever scarfed!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21324920-1100530550753035783?l=emiliatheegreat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emiliatheegreat.blogspot.com/feeds/1100530550753035783/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21324920&amp;postID=1100530550753035783' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21324920/posts/default/1100530550753035783'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21324920/posts/default/1100530550753035783'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emiliatheegreat.blogspot.com/2008/01/workout.html' title='The workout'/><author><name>Emilia Thee Great</name><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/_gpv8Tvljq0g/R4kX7COx9pI/AAAAAAAAAC8/UTiPZDo1xP4/s72-c/dv1525013.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21324920.post-7820101041236775169</id><published>2007-12-11T18:25:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T11:52:37.697-06:00</updated><title type='text'>It's time to party</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gpv8Tvljq0g/R18ri06110I/AAAAAAAAAC0/5ulRRB5r6DE/s1600-h/72884638.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gpv8Tvljq0g/R18ri06110I/AAAAAAAAAC0/5ulRRB5r6DE/s400/72884638.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5142877176801384258" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;The semester just ended!  So, now I can do some of the things I never do like write a blog.  Party time begins on Dec. 25th and does not end until at least the 1st of Jan., but who knows I may not stop until the 16th.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21324920-7820101041236775169?l=emiliatheegreat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emiliatheegreat.blogspot.com/feeds/7820101041236775169/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21324920&amp;postID=7820101041236775169' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21324920/posts/default/7820101041236775169'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21324920/posts/default/7820101041236775169'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emiliatheegreat.blogspot.com/2007/12/its-time-to-party.html' title='It&apos;s time to party'/><author><name>Emilia Thee Great</name><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/_gpv8Tvljq0g/R18ri06110I/AAAAAAAAAC0/5ulRRB5r6DE/s72-c/72884638.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21324920.post-5717997967920351538</id><published>2007-11-06T19:38:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-11-06T19:41:27.482-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Apologizes</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Hey&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;hey&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;hey&lt;/span&gt;, guess what time it is again.  That's right, you guessed it: time to write a paper which means I need to do 15 minutes of journaling.  I am going to be writing about stepfamilies, but I just remembered I actually need to journal for my clinical experience, so I will do that instead.  Sorry, no interesting blog for you!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21324920-5717997967920351538?l=emiliatheegreat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emiliatheegreat.blogspot.com/feeds/5717997967920351538/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21324920&amp;postID=5717997967920351538' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21324920/posts/default/5717997967920351538'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21324920/posts/default/5717997967920351538'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emiliatheegreat.blogspot.com/2007/11/apologizes.html' title='Apologizes'/><author><name>Emilia Thee Great</name><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-21324920.post-1897302912141781127</id><published>2007-11-02T19:42:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T11:52:37.855-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Time to blog</title><content type='html'>Hello all of you who read my blog. (hee hee)&lt;br /&gt;   It is Friday night.  I should be doing homework, but instead I watched Disney's Mulan.  I was creative and turned top ramen into chicken noodle soup.  I feel like Ramen is the same as a stone from the story of stone soup.  I put in canned chicken breast-which was surprisingly good and frozen veggies.  Overall, it was quite tasty. &lt;br /&gt;   I have been doing my first clinical experience these past two weeks.  There are 33 kids in my class, and it is a good thing that most of them are pretty well behaved or there would be mass chaos all the time.  Still, they are not getting the education and attention that they need in order to be successful.  It really ticks me off that class sizes are so huge when research has proven over and over again that the maximum size of a class should be 20 students.  what is happening from my understanding is that too many schools in the district are shutting down and displaced students are simply being distributed.  But, check this out the schools closed because of dropping enrollment.  Apparently they closed two many schools.-six just this past summer.   Otherwise there would not be  such outrageous class sizes.&lt;br /&gt;   So, this whole senario has gotten me thinking when No Child Left Behind (NCLB) is completely grandfathered in are some of the same situations going to happen.  If a school does not make Adequate Yearly Progress (AYP)for two years in a row the school can either be closed or all the teachers can be replaced.  Hmmm, let me guess which one of those is likely to happen?  closing will be so much simpler.  So then the students within that district are going to "flood" the other schools.  funny thing about that is the research aspect.  One of the stipulations of NCLB is that money is supposed to be given to research-based or proven programs.  so chances are money is going to be given to the flooded schools even though research has repeatedly shown that this doesn't work.  yes this is all speculation, but it is just one more reason among so very many why NCLB is the single stupidest thing that the Bush administration could have gone through with.  Even when compared with declaring war, because the injustice that NCLB will bring is ridiculous it is literally a plan to make sure the social gap gets bigger.- But that explanation is for another blog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gpv8Tvljq0g/RyvMEhCEX0I/AAAAAAAAACs/hWc50t_ttf0/s1600-h/HU7209-001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gpv8Tvljq0g/RyvMEhCEX0I/AAAAAAAAACs/hWc50t_ttf0/s400/HU7209-001.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5128416978650029890" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One other little tid bit- the Minneapolis school board holds public meetings about the use of the closed schools property- sick isn't it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21324920-1897302912141781127?l=emiliatheegreat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emiliatheegreat.blogspot.com/feeds/1897302912141781127/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21324920&amp;postID=1897302912141781127' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21324920/posts/default/1897302912141781127'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21324920/posts/default/1897302912141781127'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emiliatheegreat.blogspot.com/2007/11/time-to-blog.html' title='Time to blog'/><author><name>Emilia Thee Great</name><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/_gpv8Tvljq0g/RyvMEhCEX0I/AAAAAAAAACs/hWc50t_ttf0/s72-c/HU7209-001.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21324920.post-8812779797581064413</id><published>2007-10-15T13:51:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T11:52:38.039-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Hey, guess what, it is that time again.  The time when I am supposed to be writing and I don't know how to start so I blog to get my writing juices flowing.&lt;br /&gt;So, what to blog about, yeah same problem with my article critique, don't how to start the introduction.&lt;br /&gt;I enjoy sugar&lt;br /&gt;How about you?&lt;br /&gt;Do you crave it all the time?&lt;br /&gt;Is it the thing you desire in every form?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you like noodles?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Are you fed up with homework?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you just want to take a nap?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Should you just give in and take a nap?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Did you not sleep well last night?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Are you studying too many subjects all at once?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Basically, I'm writing lame questions.&lt;br /&gt;Well, I think I will start my paper with a sentence with something to the effect that print communicates through the processes of reading.  That print is no longer confined to paper as it has taken on a life of its own in cyberspace.    &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gpv8Tvljq0g/RxO6F8XIfaI/AAAAAAAAACk/0WRcW8l9h6c/s1600-h/73047297.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gpv8Tvljq0g/RxO6F8XIfaI/AAAAAAAAACk/0WRcW8l9h6c/s400/73047297.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5121641812515650978" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks for listening, I'll start that critique now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21324920-8812779797581064413?l=emiliatheegreat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emiliatheegreat.blogspot.com/feeds/8812779797581064413/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21324920&amp;postID=8812779797581064413' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21324920/posts/default/8812779797581064413'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21324920/posts/default/8812779797581064413'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emiliatheegreat.blogspot.com/2007/10/hey-guess-what-it-is-that-time-again.html' title=''/><author><name>Emilia Thee Great</name><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/_gpv8Tvljq0g/RxO6F8XIfaI/AAAAAAAAACk/0WRcW8l9h6c/s72-c/73047297.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21324920.post-1382329065771096815</id><published>2007-10-02T19:16:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-10-02T19:18:18.379-05:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm tired</title><content type='html'>Of...&lt;br /&gt;reading&lt;br /&gt;working&lt;br /&gt;not sleeping&lt;br /&gt;homework&lt;br /&gt;class&lt;br /&gt;preparing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But, it is a good tired.&lt;br /&gt;Because I'm learning.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21324920-1382329065771096815?l=emiliatheegreat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emiliatheegreat.blogspot.com/feeds/1382329065771096815/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21324920&amp;postID=1382329065771096815' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21324920/posts/default/1382329065771096815'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21324920/posts/default/1382329065771096815'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emiliatheegreat.blogspot.com/2007/10/im-tired.html' title='I&apos;m tired'/><author><name>Emilia Thee Great</name><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-21324920.post-5946631152927777259</id><published>2007-09-13T17:24:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T11:52:38.216-06:00</updated><title type='text'>I Think I Broke my Toe</title><content type='html'>Okay, I don't think I really broke my toe, but it is hot and ouchy.  Anyways, right now I should be writing a "journal" entry for my Multicultural Literature class.  Unfortunately, I'm not sure how to start it.  You remember, how last year my friend who was a English major told me to journal for 20 minutes before I write.  Well that is what this is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Right now I am listening to my "upper music" and "My favorite things" played- that is what I am listening to at this exact moment.  And since I have been in rut and throwing myself a pitty party I am going to list a few of my favorite things:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gpv8Tvljq0g/Rum9oI0RFeI/AAAAAAAAACc/17FvxwUimMM/s1600-h/1003.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gpv8Tvljq0g/Rum9oI0RFeI/AAAAAAAAACc/17FvxwUimMM/s200/1003.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5109823749487662562" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a good night's sleep&lt;br /&gt;ice cream pies&lt;br /&gt;a fun for no reason story book&lt;br /&gt;excited and self-controlled kids&lt;br /&gt;my mom&lt;br /&gt;my dad&lt;br /&gt;my brothers&lt;br /&gt;my sister&lt;br /&gt;Tessa&lt;br /&gt;cookies&lt;br /&gt;The library&lt;br /&gt;a safe place to walk alone&lt;br /&gt;Schnitzle with noodles-j/k&lt;br /&gt;hugs&lt;br /&gt;oh did I say sleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I'm not feeling so bad.  Honestly!&lt;br /&gt;I'll start my paper now.&lt;br /&gt;Love you guys&lt;br /&gt;Miss you&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21324920-5946631152927777259?l=emiliatheegreat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emiliatheegreat.blogspot.com/feeds/5946631152927777259/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21324920&amp;postID=5946631152927777259' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21324920/posts/default/5946631152927777259'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21324920/posts/default/5946631152927777259'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emiliatheegreat.blogspot.com/2007/09/i-think-i-broke-my-toe.html' title='I Think I Broke my Toe'/><author><name>Emilia Thee Great</name><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/_gpv8Tvljq0g/Rum9oI0RFeI/AAAAAAAAACc/17FvxwUimMM/s72-c/1003.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21324920.post-433123946703866286</id><published>2007-08-11T01:58:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T11:52:38.571-06:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm going to blog about that</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gpv8Tvljq0g/Rr1gSqxza-I/AAAAAAAAACU/KtirNl74HmA/s1600-h/dv1100014.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gpv8Tvljq0g/Rr1gSqxza-I/AAAAAAAAACU/KtirNl74HmA/s200/dv1100014.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5097336227090361314" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know how when something&lt;br /&gt;funny&lt;br /&gt;unusual&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;whimsical&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;happens, you say:&lt;br /&gt;I'm going to blog about that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well maybe you don't, but&lt;br /&gt;I do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However&lt;br /&gt;I almost never write those blogs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So now I am going to give an update just like my blog is titled.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am anxious about moving into an apartment and all the responsibility that entails.&lt;br /&gt;I am anxious about not having a financial aide award letter yet.&lt;br /&gt;I am sad because the summer is almost over and it has been:&lt;br /&gt;FANTASTIC.&lt;br /&gt;AMAZING&lt;br /&gt;FUN&lt;br /&gt;SLOW&lt;br /&gt;FAST&lt;br /&gt;FRUSTRATING&lt;br /&gt;TIRING&lt;br /&gt;GROWING&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'VE ENJOYED MY&lt;br /&gt;JOB,&lt;br /&gt;FAMILY,&lt;br /&gt;TIME.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FYI: Just an off the wall side note- the bridge collapsing in Minneapolis felt "close to home" and I was like tears in my eyes sad when I really actually thought about what happened there. I pray there will be peace again for every person involved in the situation.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21324920-433123946703866286?l=emiliatheegreat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emiliatheegreat.blogspot.com/feeds/433123946703866286/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21324920&amp;postID=433123946703866286' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21324920/posts/default/433123946703866286'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21324920/posts/default/433123946703866286'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emiliatheegreat.blogspot.com/2007/08/im-going-to-blog-about-that.html' title='I&apos;m going to blog about that'/><author><name>Emilia Thee Great</name><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/_gpv8Tvljq0g/Rr1gSqxza-I/AAAAAAAAACU/KtirNl74HmA/s72-c/dv1100014.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21324920.post-5822189046976220958</id><published>2007-06-11T22:57:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T11:52:38.722-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Staff- counselor</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gpv8Tvljq0g/Rm4dG5Yg2PI/AAAAAAAAACM/hjwcH9kF2to/s1600-h/200438454-001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gpv8Tvljq0g/Rm4dG5Yg2PI/AAAAAAAAACM/hjwcH9kF2to/s200/200438454-001.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5075025834413185266" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday, when I came home from a retreat in Lake Tahoe, I was prepared to write an amazing blog.  Because I didn't write it right away, this blog will be confusing and sad instead of amazing.  I experienced another day with the people I'll be working with all summer today. And guess what ... I totally feel like an outsider.  Don't get me wrong people are making an effort, a great one in fact. (Except for this one guy who needs to remind me that I have an accent every time I say any word with a short a sound in it as though I had no clue I am from WI)  However, I haven't gone to Twin Lakes Church or worked at camp or roomed with any of them. Therefore, I am lacking any foundation on which to build relationships.   Basically, I'm behind, they all at least knew at least one other person in the group before  the retreat.  I'm sure it will get better once a routine is  set, and I get to know everyone a bit better.  Until then, I'll be lost on the inside jokes, the Santa Cruzian culture, and the locations of anything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FYI: we get "named" for camp: I was named 'Fargo' - I won't lie I am okay with it, but find it ironic since I am hardly familiar with ND at all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tomorrow or sometime I'll write the amazing blog!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21324920-5822189046976220958?l=emiliatheegreat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emiliatheegreat.blogspot.com/feeds/5822189046976220958/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21324920&amp;postID=5822189046976220958' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21324920/posts/default/5822189046976220958'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21324920/posts/default/5822189046976220958'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emiliatheegreat.blogspot.com/2007/06/yesterday-when-i-came-home-from-retreat.html' title='Staff- counselor'/><author><name>Emilia Thee Great</name><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/_gpv8Tvljq0g/Rm4dG5Yg2PI/AAAAAAAAACM/hjwcH9kF2to/s72-c/200438454-001.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21324920.post-7608462787440445164</id><published>2007-05-16T14:45:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T11:52:38.948-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Sewing</title><content type='html'>I'm in CA, mostly chilling with my parents, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;niece&lt;/span&gt;, cousin, her daughter, and sister.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I thought I should let you all know this blog has been requested by Amber.&lt;br /&gt;                                                         &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gpv8Tvljq0g/RkthwTDueSI/AAAAAAAAACE/eF1WTnAQq5Y/s1600-h/73224064.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 193px; height: 290px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gpv8Tvljq0g/RkthwTDueSI/AAAAAAAAACE/eF1WTnAQq5Y/s200/73224064.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5065249688285772066" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, I've been making a dress for my mom for my brother's wedding.  It had a very rough beginning.  After most of the pieces were cut out my mother called my aunt to see if we could borrow her sewing machine.  The next day we pick it up.  I go to use it that day and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;before&lt;/span&gt; I even turned it on I broke it, that's right, my middle name is accident prone.  So I'm super &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;embarrassed&lt;/span&gt; but decide to ask my parents if they can fix it. NOPE!  Great, that means one thing, we have to tell Auntie M.  In the mean time I got out my Grandma's "feather-light" sewing machine.  So far so good.  I always for get how much I like old machines until I start using one.  I love how &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;accessible&lt;/span&gt; all their parts are and how long they last.  Well, my aunt came and got her machine and took it to be serviced, she does not seem all that upset, which is a relief and the dress is going fairly well.  Oh, by the way the "Singer" that I am using has been to Peru and back again twice, and is 66 years old.  I feel &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;privileged&lt;/span&gt; to us it!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21324920-7608462787440445164?l=emiliatheegreat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emiliatheegreat.blogspot.com/feeds/7608462787440445164/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21324920&amp;postID=7608462787440445164' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21324920/posts/default/7608462787440445164'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21324920/posts/default/7608462787440445164'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emiliatheegreat.blogspot.com/2007/05/sewing.html' title='Sewing'/><author><name>Emilia Thee Great</name><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/_gpv8Tvljq0g/RkthwTDueSI/AAAAAAAAACE/eF1WTnAQq5Y/s72-c/73224064.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21324920.post-6912708949443172210</id><published>2007-04-30T15:01:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T11:52:39.192-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Materialistic</title><content type='html'>I just nabbed an old school orange composite chair from the hallway!  (Don't worry it had a FREE! sign on it).  It looks like the one featured in the foreground in the  picture featured below.  Only mine is adult size and has a "basket" for books and such.  Yeah... pretty exciting!  It is my first piece of furniture for the new apartment I will be living in come fall 2007.  The only other piece of furniture that I picked out prior to this one is the sweet chair Petey got for me from Bethesda.  I'm sad I was unable to keep that &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;whirly&lt;/span&gt; thing.  It was an incredible vinyl office twirly chair.  I'll miss you buddy but that's what  happens when a family moves.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gpv8Tvljq0g/RjZOS_J8MhI/AAAAAAAAAB8/Kwy5Fc210qk/s1600-h/72724155.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gpv8Tvljq0g/RjZOS_J8MhI/AAAAAAAAAB8/Kwy5Fc210qk/s400/72724155.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5059317319495070226" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, for the update: I am basically packed and I still have to live here three days.  and I still need to take three finals.  I'm so packed that I am using washed peanut butter and salsa jars as my only dishes.  The only things I am unable to pack are the T-shirts for the next few days and my bedding, which I will have to wash before I head out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Peace out&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21324920-6912708949443172210?l=emiliatheegreat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emiliatheegreat.blogspot.com/feeds/6912708949443172210/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21324920&amp;postID=6912708949443172210' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21324920/posts/default/6912708949443172210'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21324920/posts/default/6912708949443172210'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emiliatheegreat.blogspot.com/2007/04/materialistic.html' title='Materialistic'/><author><name>Emilia Thee Great</name><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/_gpv8Tvljq0g/RjZOS_J8MhI/AAAAAAAAAB8/Kwy5Fc210qk/s72-c/72724155.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21324920.post-7712731176485730664</id><published>2007-04-21T14:58:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T11:52:39.420-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='tired'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='school'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='finished'/><title type='text'>Numbers</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gpv8Tvljq0g/RipwG-Lk90I/AAAAAAAAAB0/lPWWU4kfIbs/s1600-h/73209874.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gpv8Tvljq0g/RipwG-Lk90I/AAAAAAAAAB0/lPWWU4kfIbs/s200/73209874.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5055976796749887298" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&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;I have&lt;br /&gt;294 hours until I leave for "home" I have&lt;br /&gt;5 final exams and&lt;br /&gt;1&lt;br /&gt;6 page paper.  I have to tutor&lt;br /&gt;2 more times and work&lt;br /&gt;5 more times.  I need to keep all of my luggage under&lt;br /&gt;140 pounds.&lt;br /&gt;50 in&lt;br /&gt;2 big suitcases and&lt;br /&gt;40 in my carry-on.  I need to get an&lt;br /&gt;86% on both my Philosophy paper and my Philosophy Exam to get&lt;br /&gt;900 of&lt;br /&gt;1000 points to receive an A.  I'm not sure about any of the other classes.  This&lt;br /&gt;1 major Minor Prophets paper is worth&lt;br /&gt;30% of the overall class grade.  I need to leave at&lt;br /&gt;4.  I have to pay&lt;br /&gt;1 dollar and&lt;br /&gt;50 cents to get to church.  I spent&lt;br /&gt;3 dollars and&lt;br /&gt;50 cents on laundry last night.&lt;br /&gt;#1 priority now is The major Minor Prophets paper.&lt;br /&gt;what does it all mean?&lt;br /&gt;Peace out&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21324920-7712731176485730664?l=emiliatheegreat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emiliatheegreat.blogspot.com/feeds/7712731176485730664/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21324920&amp;postID=7712731176485730664' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21324920/posts/default/7712731176485730664'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21324920/posts/default/7712731176485730664'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emiliatheegreat.blogspot.com/2007/04/numbers.html' title='Numbers'/><author><name>Emilia Thee Great</name><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/_gpv8Tvljq0g/RipwG-Lk90I/AAAAAAAAAB0/lPWWU4kfIbs/s72-c/73209874.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21324920.post-1579988351494821033</id><published>2007-04-10T12:50:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T11:52:39.645-06:00</updated><title type='text'>All is Well</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gpv8Tvljq0g/RhvPiHodmlI/AAAAAAAAABs/XQ3DtpDsCMU/s1600-h/72418088.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gpv8Tvljq0g/RhvPiHodmlI/AAAAAAAAABs/XQ3DtpDsCMU/s200/72418088.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5051859592097405522" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Well, I'm getting to the end of the year.&lt;br /&gt;And well, taxes are mostly done.&lt;br /&gt;I have not been feeling all that well.&lt;br /&gt;My nose is sort of like a red well.&lt;br /&gt;Well, I enjoyed the Easter break.&lt;br /&gt;The food I made turned out well.&lt;br /&gt;I do well in school.&lt;br /&gt;So all is...well, well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21324920-1579988351494821033?l=emiliatheegreat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emiliatheegreat.blogspot.com/feeds/1579988351494821033/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21324920&amp;postID=1579988351494821033' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21324920/posts/default/1579988351494821033'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21324920/posts/default/1579988351494821033'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emiliatheegreat.blogspot.com/2007/04/all-is-well.html' title='All is Well'/><author><name>Emilia Thee Great</name><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/_gpv8Tvljq0g/RhvPiHodmlI/AAAAAAAAABs/XQ3DtpDsCMU/s72-c/72418088.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21324920.post-4212175924345505536</id><published>2007-04-01T14:32:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T11:52:39.795-06:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm leaving</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gpv8Tvljq0g/RhAJe4IGwRI/AAAAAAAAABk/vbDWYAfT_-4/s1600-h/73071194.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gpv8Tvljq0g/RhAJe4IGwRI/AAAAAAAAABk/vbDWYAfT_-4/s400/73071194.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5048545608349434130" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't take this stupid drama anymore, I'm getting exit interview papers tomorrow.  Maybe I'll go to a UW or a UC school.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21324920-4212175924345505536?l=emiliatheegreat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emiliatheegreat.blogspot.com/feeds/4212175924345505536/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21324920&amp;postID=4212175924345505536' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21324920/posts/default/4212175924345505536'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21324920/posts/default/4212175924345505536'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emiliatheegreat.blogspot.com/2007/04/im-leaving.html' title='I&apos;m leaving'/><author><name>Emilia Thee Great</name><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/_gpv8Tvljq0g/RhAJe4IGwRI/AAAAAAAAABk/vbDWYAfT_-4/s72-c/73071194.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21324920.post-1904841641292879138</id><published>2007-03-25T23:56:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T11:52:39.950-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gpv8Tvljq0g/RgdWumEMSRI/AAAAAAAAABY/Lzzx9Sh1yZc/s1600-h/JesusBIG.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gpv8Tvljq0g/RgdWumEMSRI/AAAAAAAAABY/Lzzx9Sh1yZc/s400/JesusBIG.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5046097265984030994" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whenever I want to write a blog, I usually want to give an update, which for me usually means telling you about the homework that lays ahead.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What is with that, why is homework, school, what I tell you about.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why not my friendships, or my church, or Chapel, and what I am learning and/or what God is teaching me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like check this one out: This week we had Becky Fisher,(pictured above) the director of the camp of &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Jesus_Camp"&gt;Jesus Camp&lt;/a&gt;, the movie, as a Chapel speaker this week, it got us all talking, so we had to see Jesus Camp to see what it was all about.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She seemed fairly reasonable in Chapel, maybe a little too focused on Speaking in Tongues, and the gifts of the Spirit in general, but at least she was preaching that we should reach out to kids, something I really truly believe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, that was Thursday at Chapel...Friday  night we watched "Jesus Camp," knowing full well that it was coming from a "secular" political standpoint, what I found was;&lt;br /&gt;-They were building an Army to "take back America for God"&lt;br /&gt;-They focused on Speaking in Tongues&lt;br /&gt;-Everything this film showed was about "you, (as in the Children) doing this and you need to do         that" I kept commenting, "what about Jesus changing us"&lt;br /&gt;-the children were really "seeking the Lord"&lt;br /&gt;-I'm not sure if they understood what they were doing, but it is possible&lt;br /&gt;-Becky and many of the staff love love love President Bush&lt;br /&gt;-Ted Hagart (however you spell that) is frightening to look at, He just has weird facial                     expressions&lt;br /&gt;-the kids that the movie followed knew their stuff and seemed to really know God for themselves, but I     can't accurately judge, seeing as I am not God.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Despite the view the movie took, I hope that not every service is so political. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I do know that God can work despite us.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21324920-1904841641292879138?l=emiliatheegreat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emiliatheegreat.blogspot.com/feeds/1904841641292879138/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21324920&amp;postID=1904841641292879138' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21324920/posts/default/1904841641292879138'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21324920/posts/default/1904841641292879138'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emiliatheegreat.blogspot.com/2007/03/whenever-i-want-to-write-blog-i-usually.html' title=''/><author><name>Emilia Thee Great</name><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/_gpv8Tvljq0g/RgdWumEMSRI/AAAAAAAAABY/Lzzx9Sh1yZc/s72-c/JesusBIG.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21324920.post-689859133689789934</id><published>2007-03-21T18:37:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T11:52:40.214-06:00</updated><title type='text'>the 71 post</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gpv8Tvljq0g/RgHDzGEMSQI/AAAAAAAAABQ/VDUgN7BD1us/s1600-h/57634064.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gpv8Tvljq0g/RgHDzGEMSQI/AAAAAAAAABQ/VDUgN7BD1us/s400/57634064.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5044528340200605954" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Time of choice.  I guess it is the cool thing to do at the end of your Sophomore year of college, change schools, take a break, complain about your school profusely.  I understand, our school has a ton of extra rules, but we did sign the paper saying that was okay with us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, I want to report, I am looking forward to next year and do not plan on changing schools.  I will start the Formal Elementary Education Program in the Fall and can't wait to get involved in actually teaching in an actual classroom.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the mean time I have much homework to do.  I also plan on taking three courses on-line over the summer.  Not to mention I will be involved in some way in P. T.'s wedding.  I guess, I'm just thinking about the not so distant future.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, I got 18 books for $4.82 at the Central Library, I'm pretty excited!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can't wait to get home, but don't want to leave the cities.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21324920-689859133689789934?l=emiliatheegreat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emiliatheegreat.blogspot.com/feeds/689859133689789934/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21324920&amp;postID=689859133689789934' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21324920/posts/default/689859133689789934'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21324920/posts/default/689859133689789934'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emiliatheegreat.blogspot.com/2007/03/71-post.html' title='the 71 post'/><author><name>Emilia Thee Great</name><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/_gpv8Tvljq0g/RgHDzGEMSQI/AAAAAAAAABQ/VDUgN7BD1us/s72-c/57634064.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21324920.post-7371979520344577118</id><published>2007-03-14T18:37:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T11:52:40.766-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Control S</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gpv8Tvljq0g/RfiJvBSIH3I/AAAAAAAAABI/bBiUEwvk8zU/s1600-h/57422768.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gpv8Tvljq0g/RfiJvBSIH3I/AAAAAAAAABI/bBiUEwvk8zU/s400/57422768.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5041931223732592498" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gpv8Tvljq0g/RfiJGhSIH2I/AAAAAAAAABA/7AGvfdkgfGk/s1600-h/72011797.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gpv8Tvljq0g/RfiJGhSIH2I/AAAAAAAAABA/7AGvfdkgfGk/s400/72011797.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5041930527947890530" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gpv8Tvljq0g/RfiI_hSIH1I/AAAAAAAAAA4/18sJt--FS-s/s1600-h/72011797.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gpv8Tvljq0g/RfiI_hSIH1I/AAAAAAAAAA4/18sJt--FS-s/s400/72011797.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5041930407688806226" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Yesterday I took a test in my General Teaching Methods class.  Most of it was multiple choice, but the last section was essay.  I finished writing most of my essays when I decided to proofread what I had written.  I tried to hit ctrl s in my mind and got flustered for a split second.  When I realized what I was thinking I began to giggle in the middle of the silent test taking class.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I have done way too many things in Microsoft over the last two months.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21324920-7371979520344577118?l=emiliatheegreat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emiliatheegreat.blogspot.com/feeds/7371979520344577118/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21324920&amp;postID=7371979520344577118' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21324920/posts/default/7371979520344577118'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21324920/posts/default/7371979520344577118'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emiliatheegreat.blogspot.com/2007/03/control-s.html' title='Control S'/><author><name>Emilia Thee Great</name><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/_gpv8Tvljq0g/RfiJvBSIH3I/AAAAAAAAABI/bBiUEwvk8zU/s72-c/57422768.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21324920.post-6143828930562410261</id><published>2007-03-01T12:52:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T11:52:40.964-06:00</updated><title type='text'>SNOW DAY!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gpv8Tvljq0g/RecifdEn8eI/AAAAAAAAAAk/D7ANeJkXL7I/s1600-h/dv1156002.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gpv8Tvljq0g/RecifdEn8eI/AAAAAAAAAAk/D7ANeJkXL7I/s400/dv1156002.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5037032632012501474" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Today, after chapel all classes were canceled!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Yeah!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Great for Morale!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21324920-6143828930562410261?l=emiliatheegreat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emiliatheegreat.blogspot.com/feeds/6143828930562410261/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21324920&amp;postID=6143828930562410261' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21324920/posts/default/6143828930562410261'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21324920/posts/default/6143828930562410261'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emiliatheegreat.blogspot.com/2007/03/snow-day.html' title='SNOW DAY!'/><author><name>Emilia Thee Great</name><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/_gpv8Tvljq0g/RecifdEn8eI/AAAAAAAAAAk/D7ANeJkXL7I/s72-c/dv1156002.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21324920.post-5794997544036044947</id><published>2007-02-24T19:15:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T11:52:41.088-06:00</updated><title type='text'>really an update</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gpv8Tvljq0g/ReDox6oH4hI/AAAAAAAAAAY/RLi_Rz90KAk/s1600-h/71036954.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gpv8Tvljq0g/ReDox6oH4hI/AAAAAAAAAAY/RLi_Rz90KAk/s400/71036954.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5035280327648993810" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am in the middle two to homework loaded weeks.  Last week I wrote 3 simple book reviews, a literary circle list of questions, a 9 page exam, a 4 page paper, an extremely specific lesson plan.  I studied for and took an exam and read 2 adolescent books.  I also started tutoring reading at an elementary school this past week, which takes about 5 hours of my week, but it is a relief, because it is a monotony breaker, and a fantastic experience for me.  This upcoming week I have 3 book reviews, one children's, 2 adult a reflection on technology, and two tests.  One book is read and one I am halfway through.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now that you are bored out of your mind with my crazy homework list, let me just say.  I am so glad last week is over and I can't  wait til this one is too, because then it is&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;font-size:180%;" &gt;SPRING BREAK&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Spring break wouldn't be all that great if it wasn't for the great big stressful build up to the need for that break.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am soo  excited.&lt;br /&gt;I will get to see my best friend who I have not seen since July.&lt;br /&gt;I'm staying with my incredible cousin and her family- she says she'll show me the cool parts of Arkansas- this includes the first dime store Wal-Mart.&lt;br /&gt;I get to go to a family gathering, one that is supposed to be full of laughs&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what makes all these thoughts better is the fact that in 2 and a half hours, I will be taking part in a birthday party for me, so there will be game playing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The best thing though, is that despite all this insane homework, God has been speaking to me, I am encouraged and I want to seek Him more at all times of the day, most of all I want to encourage you, press on, stick it out, it may be killer now, and maybe forever, but what is your outlook, are you enjoying this moment, listen to the music, the beautiful sound, stop focusing on what is to come, be excited, joyful right now.  Why not, it is exciting whether good or bad, because life is flat out exciting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21324920-5794997544036044947?l=emiliatheegreat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emiliatheegreat.blogspot.com/feeds/5794997544036044947/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21324920&amp;postID=5794997544036044947' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21324920/posts/default/5794997544036044947'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21324920/posts/default/5794997544036044947'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emiliatheegreat.blogspot.com/2007/02/really-update.html' title='really an update'/><author><name>Emilia Thee Great</name><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/_gpv8Tvljq0g/ReDox6oH4hI/AAAAAAAAAAY/RLi_Rz90KAk/s72-c/71036954.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21324920.post-3933750489368646597</id><published>2007-02-21T23:57:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-02-21T23:59:38.157-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='silly'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Jonah'/><title type='text'>Jonah</title><content type='html'>Sorry,I've had too much homework to write.&lt;br /&gt;Here is an essay for you to enjoy:&lt;br /&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 200%;"&gt;The story of Jonah seems always to be the fun “Sunday School” lesson about some amazing fish and some silly prophet who was disobedient and also some place called &lt;st1:city&gt;&lt;st1:place&gt;Nineveh&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:City&gt; that needs to have a change of heart.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;What they neglected to tell me in those primary years is that Jonah was a silly ridiculous prophet, so that when I finally read the story for myself as young teenager I could not figure out what all the complaining at the end of the book was all about.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I thought for sure when Jonah was spit up and &lt;st1:city&gt;&lt;st1:place&gt;Nineveh&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:City&gt; repented that the story ended happily ever after.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Well, it turns out at least temporarily it ended happily ever after for &lt;st1:city&gt;&lt;st1:place&gt;Nineveh&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:City&gt;, but for Jonah, he was just a flat out complainer.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;So, what on earth can we learn or not learn from Jonah?&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 200%;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;            &lt;/span&gt;First we learn that it is best to be obedient the first time God asks us to.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;This is the part of the story that is taught incredibly well in most “Sunday School” classrooms.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Jonah is told by Yahweh to go to &lt;st1:city&gt;&lt;st1:place&gt;Nineveh&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:City&gt;; instead he goes the opposite way via ship to Tarshish.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;It is while he is napping on this trip that the ship is caught up in a powerful storm.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;The crew tries praying to their gods, they throw cargo overboard, but they finally have to throw in Jonah, for that is what he said to do and that is how the lots fell.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;The crew made sure to send up a prayer of death prevention so that they do not get blamed for Jonah’s death, they make sure Yahweh is aware that they do not want to do this.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;When they finally throw Jonah overboard the storm subsides and the crew offers sacrifices to Yahweh (&lt;st1:time minute="16" hour="13"&gt;1:16&lt;/st1:time&gt;).&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;If the crew had tossed Jonah overboard in the first place the storm would have stopped sooner.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;If Jonah was not “running” away from God, there would not have been a storm.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Also, Jonah could have gotten to &lt;st1:city&gt;&lt;st1:place&gt;Nineveh&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:City&gt; by more pleasant means, instead of inside the belly of a fish, that is, if he was not running from God.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;It is as simply as be obedient.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 200%;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;            &lt;/span&gt;Second we learn that just because we give a prayer of thanksgiving it does not mean that we have had a permanent change of heart or attitude.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Read Jonah 2 and see the beautiful praise Jonah gives Yahweh for the salvation of his own life.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Toward the end of his prayer Jonah tells Yahweh in contrast to “Those who cling to worthless idols” that, “I with a song of thanksgiving, will sacrifice to you” (Jonah 2:8a,9a).&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;But, when it comes to the salvation of an entire nation, even the cows, Jonah is disgusted with Yahweh.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;After this prayer is said Jonah goes to &lt;st1:city&gt;&lt;st1:place&gt;Nineveh&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:City&gt;, proclaims their impending doom, they repent, and he leaves to sulk.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Jonah is actually upset that Yahweh would treat &lt;st1:city&gt;&lt;st1:place&gt;Nineveh&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:City&gt; with the kindness that, in Jonah’s mind, is only &lt;st1:country-region&gt;&lt;st1:place&gt;Israel&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:country-region&gt;’s.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;He knew it would happen because Yahweh is gracious and compassionate (4:2).&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Jonah tells Yahweh about those characteristics as though they are bad.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;The point is, although Jonah seems to have a change of heart in the stomach of a fish, Jonah 2:9; he has a terrible attitude and wants to die when Yahweh does what He set out to do (4:3).&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;How often is it that we, as Christians, are glad to serve God when He has given us life, but when He seems not to be doing things our way, when He is blessing our enemy we just want to die, or at least we throw a fit.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;It is not right, it can be seen as plain as day that Jonah is abusing Yahweh, something we must not do.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 200%;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;            &lt;/span&gt;Third, we learn that God works despite those He attempts to work through.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;On the ship bound for Tarshish, the crew appears to have a revival service as they offer Yahweh vows and sacrifices (&lt;st1:time minute="16" hour="13"&gt;1:16&lt;/st1:time&gt;).&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;This turn of character can in no way be credited to Jonah, he was being disobedient and while the storm was happening he was dozing.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Despite this, the sailors could see that God rules over the sea, for when they tossed Jonah overboard, the storm calmed.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;This must have been proof enough for them that Yahweh is the true God.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Then in &lt;st1:city&gt;&lt;st1:place&gt;Nineveh&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:City&gt; the people not only get to hear a warning; they repent of their sins.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;All of this in spite of the fact that Jonah had no intention of going to &lt;st1:city&gt;&lt;st1:place&gt;Nineveh&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:City&gt;.&lt;span style=""&gt;   &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 200%;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;            &lt;/span&gt;Here we see the amazing love and grace God has for all people.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Not just &lt;st1:country-region&gt;&lt;st1:place&gt;Israel&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:country-region&gt; but their terrible enemy as well.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;It would be like if God were to send a Christian out to warn the armies of the Taliban that they are facing hell, which is not ridiculous.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;This must have been similar to Jonah being asked to go warn the people of &lt;st1:city&gt;&lt;st1:place&gt;Nineveh&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:City&gt; of their possible sad ending for &lt;st1:city&gt;&lt;st1:place&gt;Nineveh&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:City&gt; was an enemy nation of &lt;st1:country-region&gt;&lt;st1:place&gt;Israel&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:country-region&gt;.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;God loved those people enough to get Jonah there against his best efforts to stay away, and then He listens to &lt;st1:city&gt;&lt;st1:place&gt;Nineveh&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:City&gt;’s plea for mercy, and on top of all that He gives that mercy to them.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;God has a slightly different view on justice than we might.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;It is only fair that &lt;st1:city&gt;&lt;st1:place&gt;Nineveh&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:City&gt; gets a warning, but Jonah must not have thought so.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;For the most part Jonah would be a poor biblical character to take after.&lt;span style=""&gt;    &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 200%;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;            &lt;/span&gt;The funny thing is, if I take a moment and reflect on my own Christian journey it seems that I am often on a ship in the middle of a storm heading to Tarshish, and although I breath a relief prayer of thanksgiving in the whale, I turn around and throw a great big tantrum for Yahweh, thankfully He endures beyond what I could ever imagine.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;All that to say, when anyone, me included, reads Jonah they can see how messed up he is.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;So, why is it that I cannot see that I, myself, am behaving like the ridiculous prophet, Jonah?&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;My journey has to change course, and my attitude must stay that course, not turn around and throw a tantrum. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21324920-3933750489368646597?l=emiliatheegreat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emiliatheegreat.blogspot.com/feeds/3933750489368646597/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21324920&amp;postID=3933750489368646597' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21324920/posts/default/3933750489368646597'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21324920/posts/default/3933750489368646597'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emiliatheegreat.blogspot.com/2007/02/jonah.html' title='Jonah'/><author><name>Emilia Thee Great</name><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-21324920.post-6613961422005477011</id><published>2007-02-14T17:43:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T11:52:41.254-06:00</updated><title type='text'>It's Valentine's Day</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gpv8Tvljq0g/RdOgc6oH4gI/AAAAAAAAAAM/3ytxB7ozfxk/s1600-h/200423033-001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gpv8Tvljq0g/RdOgc6oH4gI/AAAAAAAAAAM/3ytxB7ozfxk/s320/200423033-001.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5031541627337302530" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got three Valentines:&lt;br /&gt;Parents&lt;br /&gt;"Brother" floor&lt;br /&gt;Discipleship leaders (&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;DL&lt;/span&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;A cool Yoshi one from Miss Lee&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I like the one from my parents, my dad made it.  I also got a chocolate from my Educational Psychology professor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm sad there is no love food in the cafeteria, nothing red or pink or heart shaped.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Still, I got to wear red and pink together on the same day following some obscure fashion regulation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love Valentine's Day, just thought you'd want to know.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21324920-6613961422005477011?l=emiliatheegreat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emiliatheegreat.blogspot.com/feeds/6613961422005477011/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21324920&amp;postID=6613961422005477011' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21324920/posts/default/6613961422005477011'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21324920/posts/default/6613961422005477011'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emiliatheegreat.blogspot.com/2007/02/its-valentines-day.html' title='It&apos;s Valentine&apos;s Day'/><author><name>Emilia Thee Great</name><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/_gpv8Tvljq0g/RdOgc6oH4gI/AAAAAAAAAAM/3ytxB7ozfxk/s72-c/200423033-001.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21324920.post-999520873957982716</id><published>2007-02-10T00:45:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-02-10T00:45:02.837-06:00</updated><title type='text'>The Brick Testemant</title><content type='html'>Almost every other week I have to prepare a lesson, from scratch, no &lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;curriculum&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; whatsoever, and it is at those times that I am always tempted to use the &lt;a href="http://www.thebricktestament.com/"&gt;brick testament&lt;/a&gt;, but seriously, it is graphic.  If you are over 14 you should check it out.  Okay, they &lt;span&gt;are&lt;/span&gt; just &lt;span&gt;Legos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;,&lt;/span&gt; bu the things they do in the Bible they do on this site.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21324920-999520873957982716?l=emiliatheegreat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emiliatheegreat.blogspot.com/feeds/999520873957982716/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21324920&amp;postID=999520873957982716' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21324920/posts/default/999520873957982716'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21324920/posts/default/999520873957982716'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emiliatheegreat.blogspot.com/2007/02/brick-testemant.html' title='The Brick Testemant'/><author><name>Emilia Thee Great</name><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-21324920.post-117078829773340240</id><published>2007-02-06T12:50:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-02-06T12:58:17.746-06:00</updated><title type='text'>My Toilet, The Microphone</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/7789/2155/1600/767660/200426292-001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/7789/2155/320/577792/200426292-001.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We are supposed to let out the build up of air and waste in the bathroom, but why do we have to do it on the resonator? Toilets are like drums, look at their shape. I say either bathrooms should be sound proof like a recording studio or toilets have to be designed to not resonate.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21324920-117078829773340240?l=emiliatheegreat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emiliatheegreat.blogspot.com/feeds/117078829773340240/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21324920&amp;postID=117078829773340240' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21324920/posts/default/117078829773340240'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21324920/posts/default/117078829773340240'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emiliatheegreat.blogspot.com/2007/02/my-toilet-microphone.html' title='My Toilet, The Microphone'/><author><name>Emilia Thee Great</name><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>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21324920.post-117010361201956530</id><published>2007-01-29T14:36:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-01-29T14:46:52.033-06:00</updated><title type='text'>it is monday</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/7789/2155/1600/84852/56515865.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/7789/2155/320/124189/56515865.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;                   &lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/7789/2155/1600/991399/56515907.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/7789/2155/320/984775/56515907.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;                      &lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/7789/2155/1600/252332/56515862.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/7789/2155/320/656421/56515862.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so i am wearing my "i know i look frumpy, but i don't care" sweater. It is not the worst "i know i look frumpy, but i don't care" sweaters i own. it is black with red flowers and it is from Guatemla, and some people, myself included, like it. frankly, it is not that fashionable for a student and a person my age, but &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;it is monday&lt;/span&gt;, and that is what i wear on &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;monday&lt;/span&gt;s&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21324920-117010361201956530?l=emiliatheegreat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emiliatheegreat.blogspot.com/feeds/117010361201956530/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21324920&amp;postID=117010361201956530' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21324920/posts/default/117010361201956530'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21324920/posts/default/117010361201956530'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emiliatheegreat.blogspot.com/2007/01/it-is-monday.html' title='it is monday'/><author><name>Emilia Thee Great</name><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>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21324920.post-116983690343687729</id><published>2007-01-26T12:38:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-01-26T12:41:43.446-06:00</updated><title type='text'>IT'S FRIDAY!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/7789/2155/1600/964002/stk135292rke.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/7789/2155/320/630332/stk135292rke.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;  in case you didn't know. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21324920-116983690343687729?l=emiliatheegreat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emiliatheegreat.blogspot.com/feeds/116983690343687729/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21324920&amp;postID=116983690343687729' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21324920/posts/default/116983690343687729'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21324920/posts/default/116983690343687729'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emiliatheegreat.blogspot.com/2007/01/its-friday.html' title='IT&apos;S FRIDAY!!'/><author><name>Emilia Thee Great</name><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-21324920.post-116968521527580105</id><published>2007-01-24T18:24:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2007-01-24T18:33:35.276-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Free at Last</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Freedom is being able to chose which book to read first.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/7789/2155/1600/501102/71102041.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/7789/2155/1600/470079/71102041.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/7789/2155/320/967217/71102041.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is been a rough week and it is only Wednesday, but at least I don't have to think philosophically tonight. I have 4 readings to do and two are not "textbooks."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21324920-116968521527580105?l=emiliatheegreat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emiliatheegreat.blogspot.com/feeds/116968521527580105/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21324920&amp;postID=116968521527580105' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21324920/posts/default/116968521527580105'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21324920/posts/default/116968521527580105'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emiliatheegreat.blogspot.com/2007/01/free-at-last.html' title='Free at Last'/><author><name>Emilia Thee Great</name><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-21324920.post-116968467269089162</id><published>2007-01-24T18:24:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-01-24T18:24:32.690-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21324920-116968467269089162?l=emiliatheegreat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emiliatheegreat.blogspot.com/feeds/116968467269089162/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21324920&amp;postID=116968467269089162' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21324920/posts/default/116968467269089162'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21324920/posts/default/116968467269089162'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emiliatheegreat.blogspot.com/2007/01/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>Emilia Thee Great</name><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-21324920.post-116959828274652977</id><published>2007-01-23T18:09:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-01-23T18:24:42.756-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Journaling</title><content type='html'>My good friend suggests writing for 20 minutes or so before you start in on a paper, because it is supposed to get all those synapses going. I am about to write a three page paper critically reviewing and thinking about a philosophical reading from our textbook. I read about Tao and Nature and the Creator. I am a little confused about the point that the author was trying to make. The implied suggestion is that we need to be in tandem with nature, but the author does not give a suggestion on how to do this. Nor does he really give a full argument on why to do this. It is mostly stated problems and solutions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/7789/2155/1600/615626/71251615.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/7789/2155/320/545764/71251615.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I think my thesis might be something like: Chuang-tzu suggests that living at peace with nature is the best way to live, but fails to explain why or how. Despite the flaws with his writing, he does make suggestion that have strong implication, and aspects of his view are applicable to my Christian faith.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Or maybe: Chuang-tze presents the conflict between man and nature. I intend to critically asses his reasoning and write of the effects of his argument, both in general and to me personally as a Christian.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well that is all.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21324920-116959828274652977?l=emiliatheegreat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emiliatheegreat.blogspot.com/feeds/116959828274652977/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21324920&amp;postID=116959828274652977' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21324920/posts/default/116959828274652977'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21324920/posts/default/116959828274652977'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emiliatheegreat.blogspot.com/2007/01/journaling.html' title='Journaling'/><author><name>Emilia Thee Great</name><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>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21324920.post-116916655356613068</id><published>2007-01-18T18:21:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-01-18T18:30:42.896-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Weed</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/7789/2155/1600/865430/57269415.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/7789/2155/200/902756/57269415.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If it is bad, uproot it.&lt;br /&gt;What is bad?&lt;br /&gt;Anything that does not edify God.&lt;br /&gt;Who determines what is edifying?&lt;br /&gt;Those who read the Bible and believe it.&lt;br /&gt;What have they found, and why can't they agree?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21324920-116916655356613068?l=emiliatheegreat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emiliatheegreat.blogspot.com/feeds/116916655356613068/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21324920&amp;postID=116916655356613068' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21324920/posts/default/116916655356613068'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21324920/posts/default/116916655356613068'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emiliatheegreat.blogspot.com/2007/01/weed.html' title='Weed'/><author><name>Emilia Thee Great</name><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>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21324920.post-116889707505960143</id><published>2007-01-15T15:19:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-01-15T15:37:55.073-06:00</updated><title type='text'>SNOW</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/7789/2155/1600/790981/AA023918.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" height="125" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/7789/2155/200/111532/AA023918.jpg" width="102" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/7789/2155/1600/790981/AA023918.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It snowed last night, like, mounds and mounds.&lt;br /&gt;We had a school wide snowball fight.&lt;br /&gt;I enjoyed targeting the same person 5 times.&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, pretty sure he still does not know that I am the one who hit him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Minneapolis looks lovely, today.&lt;br /&gt;All white and dressed up.&lt;br /&gt;What makes it even better is that:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today there are no day classes.&lt;br /&gt;For today we remember:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Martin Luther King Jr.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;all that he stood for&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;all that he did&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;all that has happen since...because of his vision.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/7789/2155/1600/892537/images.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/7789/2155/200/697322/images.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Two different ideas:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;snow&lt;br /&gt;and&lt;br /&gt;MLK.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One action for both:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;CELEBRATION&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21324920-116889707505960143?l=emiliatheegreat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emiliatheegreat.blogspot.com/feeds/116889707505960143/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21324920&amp;postID=116889707505960143' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21324920/posts/default/116889707505960143'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21324920/posts/default/116889707505960143'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emiliatheegreat.blogspot.com/2007/01/snow.html' title='SNOW'/><author><name>Emilia Thee Great</name><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>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21324920.post-116880688905766060</id><published>2007-01-14T14:23:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-01-14T14:36:22.356-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Thieving on the floor</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/7789/2155/1600/85400/rba1_26.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/7789/2155/320/215977/rba1_26.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We have been instructed to keep our doors locked when we are gone.&lt;br /&gt;The reason:&lt;br /&gt;$150 stolen out of a wallet&lt;br /&gt;a credit card stolen and used for &gt;$600&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the sick thing is:&lt;br /&gt;it is probably the same person and someone on our floor&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess I am just sad&lt;br /&gt;because I can not imagine that any one on this floor would do that&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However,&lt;br /&gt;need or want some&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;times&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;takes over. (sigh)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21324920-116880688905766060?l=emiliatheegreat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emiliatheegreat.blogspot.com/feeds/116880688905766060/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21324920&amp;postID=116880688905766060' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21324920/posts/default/116880688905766060'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21324920/posts/default/116880688905766060'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emiliatheegreat.blogspot.com/2007/01/thieving-on-floor.html' title='Thieving on the floor'/><author><name>Emilia Thee Great</name><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-21324920.post-116856142209091958</id><published>2007-01-11T18:19:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-01-11T18:23:42.103-06:00</updated><title type='text'>University</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/7789/2155/1600/952652/200459030-001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/7789/2155/200/859741/200459030-001.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am here.&lt;br /&gt;I have started classes.&lt;br /&gt;The syllabi scare me.&lt;br /&gt;Still,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;looking forward to what I can learn. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21324920-116856142209091958?l=emiliatheegreat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emiliatheegreat.blogspot.com/feeds/116856142209091958/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21324920&amp;postID=116856142209091958' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21324920/posts/default/116856142209091958'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21324920/posts/default/116856142209091958'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emiliatheegreat.blogspot.com/2007/01/university.html' title='University'/><author><name>Emilia Thee Great</name><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-21324920.post-116794177791006774</id><published>2007-01-04T13:40:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2007-01-04T14:22:30.176-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Break!</title><content type='html'>Mostly, I simply want to remember all the events of this break:&lt;br /&gt;Watching giant waves crash way far out at Moss Landing.&lt;br /&gt;Picking out new jeans to get for Christmas, buying Dad an umbrella for his birthday.&lt;br /&gt;Picking up Jimi, Petey, and Abby, waiting around for their delayed flight at Panera's Bread.&lt;br /&gt;Going to the Twin Lakes Christmas Concert, laughing at "Rescue's" song about the womb, thoroughly enjoying the battling guitar and piano in time to wacked out lights.&lt;br /&gt;Driving along and watching the waves, stopping and playing with just the edges.&lt;br /&gt;Looking for a mother of the Groom dress for Mom with Abby&lt;br /&gt;Going to The Tech, seeing the I-MAX about Greece, playing with every gadget, especially the projected Earth, eating at both Asqewer and In-N-Out Burger&lt;br /&gt;Going to the Monterey Bay Aquarium, eating at First Awakengings, hanging at the Leonards, going to Beverly's&lt;br /&gt;Watching a couple games of "Settlers"&lt;br /&gt;Making a hat for Abby.&lt;br /&gt;Hanging with Tessa Shae.&lt;br /&gt;Having Christmas with most of the Prices.&lt;br /&gt;Going to the Christmas Eve service, lighting candles.&lt;br /&gt;Opening stockings, put together well by Rachel (I got the coolest "hello kitty" coloring book and crayons)&lt;br /&gt;Having Christmas with all the immediate family Simons.&lt;br /&gt;Playing Tetreis Attack and Yoshi's Island&lt;br /&gt;Making earrings with Abby.&lt;br /&gt;Surviving the crazy crazy wind storm.&lt;br /&gt;Going to SFO @ 3 am, eating breakfast at some crazy family restraunt, finding it.&lt;br /&gt;Studying for the PPST, Taking it, getting more points than I needed :) on at least 2 of the 3 parts, going out to "Fresh Choice" afterwards. Looking for a Mother of the Groom dress for mom, finding a coat for Tessa instead. And then going to the beach with Max, Patric, mom and dad.&lt;br /&gt;Getting to have dinner with Mic and Rachel again and again.&lt;br /&gt;Going to Monterey with only Patric, walking for two hours, going to New Year's Eve eve service, chatting with Josh and Daniel, seeing Jess's new home above her home.&lt;br /&gt;Getting ready for a New Year's Eve party, having it, having people leave before Midnight, ringing in the New Year quietly as the ball drops on tv, then watching 6-8 different locations of fireworks out the window.&lt;br /&gt;Chilling, going to the beach to see extra low tide, playing with tide pools, eating burgers at home.&lt;br /&gt;Going to the super organized dump with Dad, sharing a Suzy Q bought with the spoils of recycling.&lt;br /&gt;Going to a nursing home with Jess and Lil' Leah, eating at Dharama's, shopping at "Trader Joe's."&lt;br /&gt;Cleaning the skylight, roof, and gutters.&lt;br /&gt;Going for a jog, playing rummy, golf, and speed scrabble with mom and dad. winning golf, losing scrabble, mom won rummy.&lt;br /&gt;Taking late night walks with Patric.&lt;br /&gt;Reading &lt;u&gt;Benno's Bear.&lt;/u&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21324920-116794177791006774?l=emiliatheegreat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emiliatheegreat.blogspot.com/feeds/116794177791006774/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21324920&amp;postID=116794177791006774' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21324920/posts/default/116794177791006774'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21324920/posts/default/116794177791006774'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emiliatheegreat.blogspot.com/2007/01/break_04.html' title='Break!'/><author><name>Emilia Thee Great</name><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-21324920.post-116768096603986984</id><published>2007-01-01T13:40:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-01-01T13:49:26.056-06:00</updated><title type='text'>HAPPY NEW YEAR</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/7789/2155/1600/244572/200456114-001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/7789/2155/400/44287/200456114-001.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Hi Y'all.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;How's it?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I'm enjoying this break.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I really do not want to go back to school.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;oh Well. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Such is Life.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Still,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Right now I am beyond content &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;AND&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I am&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a id="r__ctl18_lnkThmb" href="javascript:HRefClickHandler(0," name="200456114-001"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;HAPPY!!!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21324920-116768096603986984?l=emiliatheegreat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emiliatheegreat.blogspot.com/feeds/116768096603986984/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21324920&amp;postID=116768096603986984' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21324920/posts/default/116768096603986984'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21324920/posts/default/116768096603986984'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emiliatheegreat.blogspot.com/2007/01/happy-new-year.html' title='HAPPY NEW YEAR'/><author><name>Emilia Thee Great</name><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-21324920.post-116590596866830861</id><published>2006-12-12T00:43:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-12-12T00:46:08.670-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Midnight Breakfast is the Best</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/7789/2155/1600/34557/200444167-001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/7789/2155/400/665102/200444167-001.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is pretty much the only great event during finals week. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21324920-116590596866830861?l=emiliatheegreat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emiliatheegreat.blogspot.com/feeds/116590596866830861/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21324920&amp;postID=116590596866830861' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21324920/posts/default/116590596866830861'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21324920/posts/default/116590596866830861'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emiliatheegreat.blogspot.com/2006/12/midnight-breakfast-is-best.html' title='Midnight Breakfast is the Best'/><author><name>Emilia Thee Great</name><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>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21324920.post-116581885868842660</id><published>2006-12-11T00:31:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-12-11T00:34:18.706-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Lost Wallet</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;There is a poster up around campus that says:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Lost Wallet&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Reward $$$&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;555-612-8320&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Every time I pass one I think, yes,  if you find a wallet there might be $$$$&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and if there is not $$$ in the wallet where's the reward $$$ going to come from?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21324920-116581885868842660?l=emiliatheegreat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emiliatheegreat.blogspot.com/feeds/116581885868842660/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21324920&amp;postID=116581885868842660' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21324920/posts/default/116581885868842660'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21324920/posts/default/116581885868842660'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emiliatheegreat.blogspot.com/2006/12/lost-wallet.html' title='Lost Wallet'/><author><name>Emilia Thee Great</name><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-21324920.post-116562677786854811</id><published>2006-12-08T19:08:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-12-08T19:12:57.880-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Can I decide to be motivated?</title><content type='html'>I have to finish.  Homework, exams, and of course I will, but right this second I can't seem to find the right attitude or the motivation.  I am so angry. I must just be PMSing or depressed of something, it is those stupid end of the semester blues.  I am nervous about break.  I want home.  Where is that?  I want my daddy.  Okay, now I will just go for a walk, or take a break or maybe I will convince myself I have that motivation, no it is not there. Oh well.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21324920-116562677786854811?l=emiliatheegreat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emiliatheegreat.blogspot.com/feeds/116562677786854811/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21324920&amp;postID=116562677786854811' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21324920/posts/default/116562677786854811'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21324920/posts/default/116562677786854811'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emiliatheegreat.blogspot.com/2006/12/can-i-decide-to-be-motivated.html' title='Can I decide to be motivated?'/><author><name>Emilia Thee Great</name><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-21324920.post-116512783190315068</id><published>2006-12-03T00:10:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-12-03T00:37:12.286-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/7789/2155/1600/701150/57594826.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/7789/2155/400/642323/57594826.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I need to sleep, but I'll blog instead. I went to Zion to start Thanksgiving break and then to Appleton the day of. I ate with My four single aunties, my Aunt Robin's grandma, Robin's brother and his wife and two children. They were a riot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have learned an incredible amount of stuff this semester. "stuff" that has helped me understand America. Also, techniques to try to understand the Bible. Mostly, the former, American History. I am just now moving beyond knowing to understanding how young our nation is. And how screwed up it was right off the bat. Straight up, America is simply rebellious. "Let's break off from the nation that has supported us and saved our hides" (yes there were some heave taxes that "justify" the revolution) Not religious freedom, freedom to impose other certain religions. Slavery. I am just begining to scratch the protective cover of the locked book that might help me understand, what on earth they were thinking, enslaving people. As a result of this new understanding of how young the United States of America is and seeing how only 5 generations back we had slavery and a mere 3 the beginning of the civil rights movement, I am realizing racism is not old and dying out, it is a live and evolving creature, that can not be ignored or easily killed. As a united nation of diverse people we have to strategize at how best to hunt down this beast. There I am a naive moron, I am clueless about what to do. But, at least I am beginning to be aware. Also, I am learning why the Native American people, even today are such an oppressed culture. Reality is setting in, I am not in Mayville, where I can deny the fact that racism is still an issue. And the media is not going to let me forget about reality, either.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21324920-116512783190315068?l=emiliatheegreat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emiliatheegreat.blogspot.com/feeds/116512783190315068/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21324920&amp;postID=116512783190315068' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21324920/posts/default/116512783190315068'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21324920/posts/default/116512783190315068'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emiliatheegreat.blogspot.com/2006/12/i-need-to-sleep-but-ill-blog-instead.html' title=''/><author><name>Emilia Thee Great</name><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-21324920.post-116484890702629584</id><published>2006-11-29T18:59:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-11-29T19:08:27.043-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Cramming</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/7789/2155/1600/394510/72131042.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/7789/2155/200/229230/72131042.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanksgiving break was interesting, food was good, former home is precious, fantastic to see EVERYONE, time for homework, almost finals, then HOME, strictly the facts. FYI: I am feeling fantabulous, cuz God is my strength.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21324920-116484890702629584?l=emiliatheegreat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emiliatheegreat.blogspot.com/feeds/116484890702629584/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21324920&amp;postID=116484890702629584' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21324920/posts/default/116484890702629584'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21324920/posts/default/116484890702629584'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emiliatheegreat.blogspot.com/2006/11/cramming.html' title='Cramming'/><author><name>Emilia Thee Great</name><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-21324920.post-116379661248453524</id><published>2006-11-17T14:36:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-11-17T15:02:14.370-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Grieving</title><content type='html'>Today, I finally let some of it out. And, when I did I thought: I am going to blog about this. Isn't that sick? I should have just cried not analyzed. Anyhow, I let tears swell and fall for my home is not the same. I know this is fine and what God was leading our family to do, but I can still be upset and sad and miss what I can no longer have. I am upset that God has yet to provide a stable job with health benefits and as a result stress is high and therefore so is tension in relationships and guess who feels it keenly? Patric, poor little guy, but he can work at rising above and seeking help and friendship, because he is strong, like that . Anyways, I actually simply missed stability and really not so much my family but literally the physical house and the creek and the climbing tree, great, now I am tearing up again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7789/2155/1600/200129122-001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7789/2155/320/200129122-001.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This is retarded, I already moved out last year when I moved to college. I guess it is so extremely different. I am homesick for a home that does not exist. I just want to run around the yard and not feel like I am a Grandma's house. I wan to be at my house. Where is that? Overall, this has been a relief crying about the whole situation. It is like I have found a major contributor to my unstable emotional state; I began to solve the puzzle. I am really looking forward to Christmas time with everyone I miss you so so much. But, I am really really scared that it is going to be a big high stress and tension time and not enjoyable. So I am torn whether or not I am looking forward to this upcoming time. So, siblings, if you can, try to be kind to each other and our parents. Great, now my face is a salty mess again. I love you all so much. Only 24 days until I get to see you.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21324920-116379661248453524?l=emiliatheegreat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emiliatheegreat.blogspot.com/feeds/116379661248453524/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21324920&amp;postID=116379661248453524' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21324920/posts/default/116379661248453524'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21324920/posts/default/116379661248453524'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emiliatheegreat.blogspot.com/2006/11/grieving.html' title='Grieving'/><author><name>Emilia Thee Great</name><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>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21324920.post-116357462944362254</id><published>2006-11-15T00:59:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-11-15T14:16:37.623-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Two topics only one blog</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7789/2155/1600/200466230-001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7789/2155/200/200466230-001.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I simply want to say: America, hang up the phone and talk! Get off-line and communicate with your housemates! Dare to make eye-contact, and scarier yet, smile AND if you can handle it, say hello.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next topic: I feel I do not need a man in my life at this time. In fact I have never really felt I must be married some day. And I do not feel nor have I ever felt I need a man to affirm me in who I am. Sure, I want them to notice me and be impressed. That's about it. These ideas sprout out of the Relationship Seminar we are having on campus right now. The speaker today, spoke of her need to be loved by a male, prior to her relationship with Christ. I feel like I have always had a father and three brothers who, although they may not say it, love me. They even defend and protect me when they need to. Is this healthy? I think so. I know that their love and the love of any maybe husband of the future would be quite different, but I think, because of my brother's and of course God's love I honestly can say that right this moment I don't need to have a man infatuated with me (nor a woman for that matter).&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21324920-116357462944362254?l=emiliatheegreat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emiliatheegreat.blogspot.com/feeds/116357462944362254/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21324920&amp;postID=116357462944362254' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21324920/posts/default/116357462944362254'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21324920/posts/default/116357462944362254'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emiliatheegreat.blogspot.com/2006/11/two-topics-only-one-blog.html' title='Two topics only one blog'/><author><name>Emilia Thee Great</name><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>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21324920.post-116336430597553443</id><published>2006-11-12T14:28:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-11-12T14:45:06.020-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Longfellow's The Children's Hour</title><content type='html'>Between the dark and the daylight,&lt;br /&gt;When the night is beginning to lower,&lt;br /&gt;Comes a pause in the day's occupations,&lt;br /&gt;That is known as the Children's Hour.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hear in the chamber above me&lt;br /&gt;The patter of little feet,&lt;br /&gt;The sound of a door that is opened,&lt;br /&gt;And voices soft and sweet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From my study I see in the lamplight,&lt;br /&gt;Descending the broad hall stair,&lt;br /&gt;crave Alice, and laughing Allegra,&lt;br /&gt;And Edith with golden hair.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A whisper, and then a silence:&lt;br /&gt;Yet I know by their merry eyes&lt;br /&gt;They are plotting and planning together&lt;br /&gt;To take me by surprise.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A sudden rush from the stairway,&lt;br /&gt;A sudden raid from the hall!&lt;br /&gt;By three doors left unguarded&lt;br /&gt;They enter my castle wall!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They climb up into my turret&lt;br /&gt;O'er the arms and back of my chair;&lt;br /&gt;If I try to escape, they surround me;&lt;br /&gt;They seem to be everywhere.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They almost devout me with kisses,&lt;br /&gt;Their arms about me entwine,&lt;br /&gt;Till I think of the Bishop f Begin&lt;br /&gt;In his Mouse-Tower on the Rhine!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you think, O blue-eyed banditti,&lt;br /&gt;Because you have scaled the wall,&lt;br /&gt;Such an old moustache as I am&lt;br /&gt;Is not a match for you all!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have you fast in my fortress,&lt;br /&gt;And will not let you depart,&lt;br /&gt;But put you down into the dungeon&lt;br /&gt;In the round-tower of my heart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And there will I keep you forever,&lt;br /&gt;Yes, forever and a day,&lt;br /&gt;Till the walls shall crumble to ruin,&lt;br /&gt;And moulder in dust away!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21324920-116336430597553443?l=emiliatheegreat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emiliatheegreat.blogspot.com/feeds/116336430597553443/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21324920&amp;postID=116336430597553443' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21324920/posts/default/116336430597553443'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21324920/posts/default/116336430597553443'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emiliatheegreat.blogspot.com/2006/11/longfellows-childrens-hour.html' title='Longfellow&apos;s The Children&apos;s Hour'/><author><name>Emilia Thee Great</name><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-21324920.post-116318596616556883</id><published>2006-11-10T13:10:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-11-10T13:12:46.176-06:00</updated><title type='text'>School</title><content type='html'>Why? What on earth has made me care so much about school? I mean I do enjoy learning, and studying, and doing well. But, grades they truly are not really important, so what makes them make me feel so accomplished? Or do I altruistically love to learn?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21324920-116318596616556883?l=emiliatheegreat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emiliatheegreat.blogspot.com/feeds/116318596616556883/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21324920&amp;postID=116318596616556883' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21324920/posts/default/116318596616556883'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21324920/posts/default/116318596616556883'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emiliatheegreat.blogspot.com/2006/11/school.html' title='School'/><author><name>Emilia Thee Great</name><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-21324920.post-116296874794350876</id><published>2006-11-08T00:44:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-11-08T00:52:27.953-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Speaking in Tongues</title><content type='html'>That's right, the issue that won't die, well at least not at an A/G school.  My views are changing.  For the first time in my whol e life I have heard what  I think the original docrine was really trying to say: Speaking in Tongues is the &lt;em&gt;physical&lt;/em&gt; evidence.  Not to say you are not filled with the Holy Spirit just because you don't speak in tongues. But rather tongues is a physical manifestation of the Holy Spirit.  I don't know.  I think the doctrine has been twisted.  Doctirne is just a fancy word for teaching, did you know that?  All I know for certain is the best activity we can do is seek God, in His word and in prayer, you know, that two way friendship conversation.  I feel at peace not being certain about the Tongues isssue (at least at this moment).  I don't know if this is something I just want to suddenly figure out, I think I would rather wrestle with the it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21324920-116296874794350876?l=emiliatheegreat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emiliatheegreat.blogspot.com/feeds/116296874794350876/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21324920&amp;postID=116296874794350876' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21324920/posts/default/116296874794350876'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21324920/posts/default/116296874794350876'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emiliatheegreat.blogspot.com/2006/11/speaking-in-tongues.html' title='Speaking in Tongues'/><author><name>Emilia Thee Great</name><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-21324920.post-116293588353850849</id><published>2006-11-07T15:39:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-11-07T15:44:43.550-06:00</updated><title type='text'>a few things looking BRIGHTER</title><content type='html'>Next semester I get to have 8 hours working as an America reads Tutor. As a result I will only have to work 7 hours in the deli, and the only shift I absolutely love is 7 hours on Sunday Night. Hopefully, I will be able to keep those hours. I figured out most of my homework for the rest of the semester; it will be tight, but very doable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By the way, my elephant is lovingly known as Langston George Thanks for the Suggestions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, now it is off to the homework scheduled out for today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love to you&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21324920-116293588353850849?l=emiliatheegreat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emiliatheegreat.blogspot.com/feeds/116293588353850849/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21324920&amp;postID=116293588353850849' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21324920/posts/default/116293588353850849'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21324920/posts/default/116293588353850849'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emiliatheegreat.blogspot.com/2006/11/few-things-looking-brighter.html' title='a few things looking BRIGHTER'/><author><name>Emilia Thee Great</name><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-21324920.post-116224098725290303</id><published>2006-10-30T14:31:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-10-30T14:43:09.273-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Pipe Theology and a Pink Teapot Elephant</title><content type='html'>It was Thursday and I was listening to a really good speaker in Chapel. He did a three day series on opening our eyes and letting God show us what's what. He didn't mean it to be comical, but he definitely said pipe theology, and I giggled. Admit it, that's funny: I turned to one of my friends and "held a Pipe and turned a lighter into a bowl" It was just plain funny, pipe theology. What he really meant is we can't be buckets and just collect God's grace, we must instead be a "pipe" and let God's goodness flow through us. It was just one to those: this will make a good blog moments.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now on, to the more nagging question: what do you name a stuffed elephant? I really believe despite the fact that it is cream with pink teapots and cups it is a boy. But I could be persuaded otherwise. He has all pink ears, soles, and tale; navy blue eyes and I made him because I was homesick and didn't have a stuffed animal I could sleep with. So I am open to suggestions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Funny thing: Spell check doesn't recognize blog, even though that's what this is.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21324920-116224098725290303?l=emiliatheegreat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emiliatheegreat.blogspot.com/feeds/116224098725290303/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21324920&amp;postID=116224098725290303' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21324920/posts/default/116224098725290303'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21324920/posts/default/116224098725290303'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emiliatheegreat.blogspot.com/2006/10/pipe-theology-and-pink-teapot-elephant.html' title='Pipe Theology and a Pink Teapot Elephant'/><author><name>Emilia Thee Great</name><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>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21324920.post-116163951727083336</id><published>2006-10-23T16:06:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-10-23T16:38:37.526-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Fall Break</title><content type='html'>It was so relaxing and fantastic. I headed to Lowell WI on Wednesday, after I went to Axis Infiniti, where I saw a classmate who dropped out our junior year. He is looking cutter than ever. It was just bizarre that he happened to be on leave while I was on break. That night I watched &lt;u&gt;The Patriot.&lt;/u&gt; Not a bad movie, I did needed a blanket shield as it was the extended version. Before that, of course, I started my laundry. I'm glad that I could stay up with Sissy. I slept in Thursday until like 10:30 or later. Then I lounged and finally decided to shower, when a light bulb went off. It contained the thought: Why not an amazing relaxing bath? So I took a 45 minute bath in a tub with jets, oh that felt sooo amazing. This was followed by a bit more lounging and then I needed to get out of the house, so Sissy and I went to a park, but it had been raining for the last couple of days and it was cold, and we ended up numbing up our feet by walking through 3 thigh high puddles. We topped that off with hot chocolate and steamers from Kwik Trip. Next, dinner, of a taco casserole, good made by an incredible woman. Shortly after that I headed to square and line dance graduation with Sissy, the graduate. That was sooo fun, you would not believe how hard square dancing is. After that experience Sissy and I challenged the Parents to a game of Sequence, we won 5 rounds to 2. It was an prideful victory. Of course this was followed by late night in bed conversation, which was unfortunate, because we were to be out of the house by the next morning.&lt;br /&gt;      Instead we, the whole family and I, left at 10 for Chicagoland, IL to visit my former Youth Pastor and his family. It was a healing day, being able to see them. The girls are so sweet. We ate spaghetti and chocolate chip cookies for dinner, and I finished the visit doing dishes with Sissy assisting. At first I was upset that we ran out of time to visit, but then I was glad that I could serve those who had done so very much to serve me. The three hour ride home was filled with obnoxious singing and the O-Zone CD played at least two times, as well as some fun dancing, I just hope my superiors don't find out that I went "dancing" on fall break. Once we returned to Lowell it was almost straight to bed.&lt;br /&gt;     Saturday, Sissy worked, I shopped with Miss Lee. When we got back to the house I started to cook, which is something I can not do at school. I made amazing fruit salad with starfruit in it, Parmesan chicken, and fresh cooked broccoli with homemade cheese sauce on it. Then I watched the kids with Sissy while the parents took a break. The Middle guy and I made chocolate chip cookies, and after all three of them had 3 cookies a piece they headed to bed. It was surreal how they actually picked out a book and listened as I read it. They even stayed in bed and slept after only 20 minutes or so of chatting. Then, I watched Discovery channel until the parents returned with the demanded vanilla ice cream for the cookies. They wanted the opportunity to beat us at Sequence, but we just watched T.V. instead. I finished my laundry, packed up, and went to bed.&lt;br /&gt;    The next day we went to church, ran , home, returned to Mayville, and I departed with an incredible fresh loaf of bread, a care package, clean laundry, and a refreshed spirit. So thank you family 3, you gave me too much and I am so glad you did.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21324920-116163951727083336?l=emiliatheegreat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emiliatheegreat.blogspot.com/feeds/116163951727083336/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21324920&amp;postID=116163951727083336' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21324920/posts/default/116163951727083336'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21324920/posts/default/116163951727083336'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emiliatheegreat.blogspot.com/2006/10/fall-break.html' title='Fall Break'/><author><name>Emilia Thee Great</name><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>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21324920.post-116103533152147656</id><published>2006-10-16T16:37:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-10-16T16:48:51.533-05:00</updated><title type='text'>I am stupid?</title><content type='html'>Please, don't answer that. I just got back from making a bank deposit and getting stuff from Target. On the way back I was stopped by a man, thank goodness, I was with some guy friends from school, although I don't think this stranger would have done anything to me anyways. So, he explained his needing gas dilemma, and how he had this Victoria Secret gift card for twenty bucks, that he would sell to us for $8. I'm not a retard I have heard many phony stories, but I don't know, I actually had cash on me so I gave him some and didn't take the gift card. Now I feel dumb, but why, it is biblical to give to those who have asked. Some Christians say even if the receiver is going to use the money on something bad at least you empower them to make a choice, others say to give food or gift cards if you are worried they will use the money poorly. This guy had a car, or so he says, it's not like he's in a dire situation, but who knows, it's in God's hands now. One thing to consider, in biblical times the Israelites were commanded to give to the poor or to those who ask, but the culture was somewhat different, what do you guys think?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now that you are pondering that, I will lighten the mood and tell you about my amazing Rock Climbing experience. I took Basic rock Climbing to fulfill a PE credit. I was scared I'd never make it up the wall and look stupid, but I had an amazing time.  Maybe I'll write more about it later.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21324920-116103533152147656?l=emiliatheegreat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emiliatheegreat.blogspot.com/feeds/116103533152147656/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21324920&amp;postID=116103533152147656' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21324920/posts/default/116103533152147656'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21324920/posts/default/116103533152147656'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emiliatheegreat.blogspot.com/2006/10/i-am-stupid.html' title='I am stupid?'/><author><name>Emilia Thee Great</name><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>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21324920.post-116060823109534677</id><published>2006-10-11T18:06:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-10-11T18:10:31.110-05:00</updated><title type='text'>I had a fantastic time</title><content type='html'>Aunt Rose and Tuttie came, they actually wanted to go to the mall later so, we went to St. Paul and admired the architecture.  We ate at Great Waters Brewery, it reminded me of Milwaukee.  I had walleye, A. Tuttie had pork tenderloin, which she said was very tasty, and A. Rose had Baby badk ribs, which I thought was really delic, but my fish was sooo good, it was broiled with and served with black bean salsa.  they got candy from a really cute shop and gave it to me.  They also loaded me up with some cash, junk food, and shampoo.  But seriously the best was seeing someone that was family.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21324920-116060823109534677?l=emiliatheegreat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emiliatheegreat.blogspot.com/feeds/116060823109534677/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21324920&amp;postID=116060823109534677' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21324920/posts/default/116060823109534677'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21324920/posts/default/116060823109534677'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emiliatheegreat.blogspot.com/2006/10/i-had-fantastic-time.html' title='I had a fantastic time'/><author><name>Emilia Thee Great</name><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-21324920.post-116042246065212486</id><published>2006-10-09T14:30:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-10-09T14:34:20.673-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Anxiety</title><content type='html'>Right now this very second, I am waiting for my aunts to come. They are on vacation, and they are going to stop in Minneapolis to hang with me and of course go to MOA- which I go to every week to use the transit station to get to church, but I don't shop or hang with my aunties, so I am really really excited, but they are making me wait a long time, already 26 extra minutes and I haven't heard from them since yesterday :/ But I will survive the wait and tell you about it in the next post. FYI Patric looks amazing in a surf suit&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21324920-116042246065212486?l=emiliatheegreat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emiliatheegreat.blogspot.com/feeds/116042246065212486/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21324920&amp;postID=116042246065212486' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21324920/posts/default/116042246065212486'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21324920/posts/default/116042246065212486'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emiliatheegreat.blogspot.com/2006/10/anxiety.html' title='Anxiety'/><author><name>Emilia Thee Great</name><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>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21324920.post-115982687744413696</id><published>2006-10-02T17:07:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-10-02T17:07:57.443-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Please read all three of the most recent posts, especially Apples&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21324920-115982687744413696?l=emiliatheegreat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emiliatheegreat.blogspot.com/feeds/115982687744413696/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21324920&amp;postID=115982687744413696' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21324920/posts/default/115982687744413696'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21324920/posts/default/115982687744413696'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emiliatheegreat.blogspot.com/2006/10/please-read-all-three-of-most-recent.html' title=''/><author><name>Emilia Thee Great</name><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-21324920.post-115982676803384316</id><published>2006-10-02T16:58:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-10-02T17:06:08.050-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Kindergarten</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7789/2155/1600/dv2144019.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7789/2155/320/dv2144019.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Although my first year of school was not so great, I believe every other child's first year should be fantastic, because Fredrich Froebel would want it to be.&lt;br /&gt;I am preparing to give a group presentation on the Progressivism Philosophy of Education and I am specifically covering Fredrich Froebel. He was the German man who basically invented the most amazing year of life.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21324920-115982676803384316?l=emiliatheegreat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emiliatheegreat.blogspot.com/feeds/115982676803384316/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21324920&amp;postID=115982676803384316' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21324920/posts/default/115982676803384316'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21324920/posts/default/115982676803384316'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emiliatheegreat.blogspot.com/2006/10/kindergarten.html' title='Kindergarten'/><author><name>Emilia Thee Great</name><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-21324920.post-115972990785091180</id><published>2006-10-01T14:06:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-10-01T14:11:47.863-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Sprinkles are Sugar Made Smiles</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7789/2155/1600/57158173.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7789/2155/320/57158173.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It &lt;em&gt;is&lt;/em&gt; the simple things in life that make you smile. Sprinkles can be added to anything and I'm sure you'll find a smile as a result. This comment came from my peppermint ice-cream at lunch, I "peppered" it with smiles.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21324920-115972990785091180?l=emiliatheegreat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emiliatheegreat.blogspot.com/feeds/115972990785091180/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21324920&amp;postID=115972990785091180' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21324920/posts/default/115972990785091180'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21324920/posts/default/115972990785091180'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emiliatheegreat.blogspot.com/2006/10/sprinkles-are-sugar-made-smiles.html' title='Sprinkles are Sugar Made Smiles'/><author><name>Emilia Thee Great</name><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-21324920.post-115972456862077718</id><published>2006-10-01T12:30:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-10-01T12:42:48.630-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Apples</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7789/2155/1600/57224818.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7789/2155/320/57224818.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To thee apple orchard I went&lt;br /&gt;In a wagon I did ride,&lt;br /&gt;A little smiling girl, excited by my side&lt;br /&gt;From the tree an apple I grasped&lt;br /&gt;placed it in the bag at last&lt;br /&gt;the little girl-she did too.&lt;br /&gt;Little money had I so we picked only a few.&lt;br /&gt;The sun shone just right&lt;br /&gt;on our apple picking delight.&lt;br /&gt;But, a pumpkin&lt;br /&gt;a pumpkin&lt;br /&gt;A PUMPKIN&lt;br /&gt;is what I truly desired.&lt;br /&gt;through the pile I sifted&lt;br /&gt;for the pumpkin that was gifted.&lt;br /&gt;The present of autumn joy,&lt;br /&gt;the orange squash possessed.&lt;br /&gt;But is was the smile it gave&lt;br /&gt;it was that, that was the best.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21324920-115972456862077718?l=emiliatheegreat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emiliatheegreat.blogspot.com/feeds/115972456862077718/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21324920&amp;postID=115972456862077718' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21324920/posts/default/115972456862077718'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21324920/posts/default/115972456862077718'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emiliatheegreat.blogspot.com/2006/10/apples.html' title='Apples'/><author><name>Emilia Thee Great</name><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-21324920.post-115956418134205240</id><published>2006-09-29T15:52:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-09-29T16:09:41.363-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Fall</title><content type='html'>Today, it feels like fall. The previous days have been a bit too cold or a tad too hot. Today is a perfect sweater day. Perhaps I have just now noticed, or maybe it is the perfect fall day, but the leaves are turning from cool green to warm golden orange, red. Also I had a piece of pie before I went to sleep last night.&lt;br /&gt;Oh Autumn, &lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7789/2155/1600/200385387-001.1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" height="114" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7789/2155/400/200385387-001.jpg" width="170" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How I love thee.&lt;br /&gt;You dye your head &lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7789/2155/1600/200385387-001.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7789/2155/1600/200385387-001.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;of leaves and cool the air&lt;br /&gt;around.&lt;a id="r__ctl2_lnkThmb" href="javascript:HRefClickHandler(0," name="200385387-001"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a id="r__ctl2_lnkThmb" href="javascript:HRefClickHandler(0," name="200385387-001"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a id="r__ctl2_lnkThmb" href="javascript:HRefClickHandler(0," name="200385387-001"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the Pumpkins you display&lt;br /&gt;bring childlike excitement to me.&lt;br /&gt;But it is not you I love the most,&lt;br /&gt;it is the thought of my closer friend coming soon,&lt;br /&gt;Frost.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, so this is why I don't write poetry.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21324920-115956418134205240?l=emiliatheegreat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emiliatheegreat.blogspot.com/feeds/115956418134205240/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21324920&amp;postID=115956418134205240' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21324920/posts/default/115956418134205240'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21324920/posts/default/115956418134205240'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emiliatheegreat.blogspot.com/2006/09/fall.html' title='Fall'/><author><name>Emilia Thee Great</name><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>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21324920.post-115930180792574512</id><published>2006-09-26T15:15:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-09-26T15:16:47.936-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Caught Up</title><content type='html'>Okay, so I am not completely caught up, but I feel like my work load is now manageable.  It is due to the fact that I actually was disiplined and did schoolwork yesterday.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21324920-115930180792574512?l=emiliatheegreat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emiliatheegreat.blogspot.com/feeds/115930180792574512/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21324920&amp;postID=115930180792574512' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21324920/posts/default/115930180792574512'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21324920/posts/default/115930180792574512'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emiliatheegreat.blogspot.com/2006/09/caught-up.html' title='Caught Up'/><author><name>Emilia Thee Great</name><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-21324920.post-115916325072159048</id><published>2006-09-25T00:45:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-09-25T00:47:30.730-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Caf Food</title><content type='html'>I feel so sick, and I can not figure out the right things to eat. Help me. I tried more veggies, I ended up with painful gas for like three days. I tried more protein and less carbs, no that didn't work. I need Help!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21324920-115916325072159048?l=emiliatheegreat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emiliatheegreat.blogspot.com/feeds/115916325072159048/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21324920&amp;postID=115916325072159048' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21324920/posts/default/115916325072159048'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21324920/posts/default/115916325072159048'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emiliatheegreat.blogspot.com/2006/09/caf-food.html' title='Caf Food'/><author><name>Emilia Thee Great</name><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>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21324920.post-115889595175792226</id><published>2006-09-21T22:22:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2006-09-21T22:32:31.760-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Political Thoughts</title><content type='html'>So, before I left for school Petey said that I need to embrace my conservativeness. This offended me, I don't know why, but I did not like it. Anyways I could earn extra points in my American History class if I took on-line selector test to see where I stand politically. In the 1st test of European Political ideologies, I turned out to be a Christian Democrat, surprise surprise. The 2nd test said I was an Anarcho-Communist, and the 3rd test resulted in the label Social Democrat, followed closely by Anarchist. I say I have no clue and these test can not be very accurate, b/c they all came out so different. Whatev- Basically I have lots of inconsistent opinions and really am not a catergoriable individual.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21324920-115889595175792226?l=emiliatheegreat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emiliatheegreat.blogspot.com/feeds/115889595175792226/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21324920&amp;postID=115889595175792226' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21324920/posts/default/115889595175792226'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21324920/posts/default/115889595175792226'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emiliatheegreat.blogspot.com/2006/09/political-thoughts_21.html' title='Political Thoughts'/><author><name>Emilia Thee Great</name><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-21324920.post-115889594288389192</id><published>2006-09-21T22:22:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-09-21T22:32:22.896-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Political Thoughts</title><content type='html'>So, before I left for school Petey said that I need to embrace my conservativeness. This offended me, I don't know why, but I did not like it. Anyways I could earn extra points in my American History class if I took on-line selector test to see where I stand politically. In the 1st test of European Political ideologies, I turned out to be a Christian Democrat, surprise surprise. The 2nd test said I was an Anarcho-Communist, and the 3rd test resulted in the label Social Democrat, followed closely by Anarchist. I say I have no clue and these test can not be very accurate, b/c they all came out so different. Whatev- Basically I have lots of inconsistent opinions and really am not a catergoriable individual.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21324920-115889594288389192?l=emiliatheegreat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emiliatheegreat.blogspot.com/feeds/115889594288389192/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21324920&amp;postID=115889594288389192' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21324920/posts/default/115889594288389192'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21324920/posts/default/115889594288389192'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emiliatheegreat.blogspot.com/2006/09/political-thoughts.html' title='Political Thoughts'/><author><name>Emilia Thee Great</name><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>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21324920.post-115863273949771435</id><published>2006-09-18T21:16:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-09-18T21:25:39.510-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Emily's 10 Commandments</title><content type='html'>This is what one of my suitemates wrote up for me after three weeks of school&lt;br /&gt;1Thou shalt sew everyone's ripped, torn, and tattered clothing...&lt;br /&gt;2 Thou shalt dress to impress thyself and only thyself...&lt;br /&gt;3Thou shalt burp the loudest out of e'erybody in da world...&lt;br /&gt;4Thou shalt sew a button on to thy clothing at the last second and then decide if it looks okay...&lt;br /&gt;5 Thou shalt remain a slave unto the Deli...&lt;br /&gt;6 Thou shalt know exactly hoow to ride the bus and teach everyone else how...&lt;br /&gt;7 Thou shalt listen to Jessica when tryin to procrastinate on homework...&lt;br /&gt;8 Thou shalt read bedtime stories about saving our virginity for marriage, to the freshman...&lt;br /&gt;9 Thous shalt spend 2 hours curlin thy hair and then seeing how much attention thou may get from it&lt;br /&gt;10 Thou shalt yellith at they computer and then tellith e'erybody around you now to listen...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21324920-115863273949771435?l=emiliatheegreat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emiliatheegreat.blogspot.com/feeds/115863273949771435/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21324920&amp;postID=115863273949771435' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21324920/posts/default/115863273949771435'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21324920/posts/default/115863273949771435'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emiliatheegreat.blogspot.com/2006/09/emilys-10-commandments.html' title='Emily&apos;s 10 Commandments'/><author><name>Emilia Thee Great</name><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-21324920.post-115828719148759646</id><published>2006-09-14T20:49:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-09-14T21:26:34.816-05:00</updated><title type='text'>I didn't do American History, so that's what I am doing now</title><content type='html'>So, some intresting highlights:&lt;br /&gt;Of the 50 million Naive Americans only 4 million lived in what is now the U. S.&lt;br /&gt;Virgina was a royal colony, gov. set up directly by British king, etablished in 1608.-economic enterprise&lt;br /&gt;Massachusetts was a charter colony, business type, est.1620-by congregationalists-sold stock&lt;br /&gt;Prior to that back in England King james the I was king of Scotland and england in 1603-1625-His rule involved with Guy Fakx conspiracy.. james grew up Catholicish, but ironically he liked the English church.&lt;br /&gt;then James' son Charles I ruled til 1649 Much hated for lack of seeking parliment's advice- raises taxes, trys to change church.&lt;br /&gt;And what do you know A civil war or a series of civil wars breaks out between royalists and Puritans from 1638-1650. - Many religious radicals flee to America during this time.&lt;br /&gt;Then form 1649-1660 the Puritans ruled, then they asked charles' son the II to rule with the stipulation that the House of Commons would have soverign rights.- rules til 1685 when his brother james II comes to power.  his rule ends in 1688 when protestant nobility sort of take over while he vacations( james II has two protestant daughters w/1st wife and two Catholic sons w/ 2nd wife) this take over creates a civil war til 1691.&lt;br /&gt;After this war the monarches and the house of commons have a settled relationship. &lt;br /&gt;there was just one tinsy winsy problem the radicals(Presbyterians, congrefationalists, baptists, quakers0 were discirminated against because of their dislike of the Stuart monarcy.- this eventually helps shape the population of the U. S.  truely the first American population were the losers of the British civil wars- the non-conformists and dssenters. the state church of Connecticut, Mass., and NH was Congregationalist. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;there's lots more but that's all I need to sort out for now , for tomorrow's quiz- I hope you are fasinated&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21324920-115828719148759646?l=emiliatheegreat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emiliatheegreat.blogspot.com/feeds/115828719148759646/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21324920&amp;postID=115828719148759646' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21324920/posts/default/115828719148759646'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21324920/posts/default/115828719148759646'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emiliatheegreat.blogspot.com/2006/09/i-didnt-do-american-history-so-thats.html' title='I didn&apos;t do American History, so that&apos;s what I am doing now'/><author><name>Emilia Thee Great</name><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-21324920.post-115820181009804016</id><published>2006-09-13T21:36:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-09-13T21:43:30.116-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Minimal creativity- just an update</title><content type='html'>Today&lt;br /&gt;Went to bed at 2&lt;br /&gt;Got up at 7&lt;br /&gt;Talked to my supervisor&lt;br /&gt;Ate breakfast in the caf. (unusual)&lt;br /&gt;Participated in Community Outreach day&lt;br /&gt;Went to All school picnic&lt;br /&gt;Checked all internet spots&lt;br /&gt;finished reading&lt;br /&gt;took a nap from 1:35-3:15 interrupted by a phone call&lt;br /&gt;went to class til 6:10&lt;br /&gt;Ate in suite-watched Simpsons til 7&lt;br /&gt;threw away meal trash&lt;br /&gt;got distracted and watched dancing with the stars results&lt;br /&gt;got back on track finished science graph&lt;br /&gt;read grasping God's word-enjoyable book&lt;br /&gt;wrote blog&lt;br /&gt;now American History&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21324920-115820181009804016?l=emiliatheegreat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emiliatheegreat.blogspot.com/feeds/115820181009804016/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21324920&amp;postID=115820181009804016' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21324920/posts/default/115820181009804016'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21324920/posts/default/115820181009804016'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emiliatheegreat.blogspot.com/2006/09/minimal-creativity-just-update.html' title='Minimal creativity- just an update'/><author><name>Emilia Thee Great</name><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-21324920.post-115813026491112971</id><published>2006-09-13T01:29:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-09-13T02:01:53.516-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Tongues?!?!</title><content type='html'>It was inevitable, but somehow it didn't happen last year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, My senior year of high school, I didn't know where I wanted to go to school. I just wanted to dig deeper into the bible. I didn't even have a career in mind. But, Any AG school was out of the question, because I would run into my least liked doctrine: The intial physical evidence of being filled with the holy spirit is speaking in tongues. So I applied at Wheaton Bible College, it is an non-denominational presigious school. Well, I got a big fat no response from them. So, when scholarship time came at school and my mom pushed me to get going on the whole college process, I let go and decided to apply at North Central University, and AG(Assemblies of God) affiliate. I was accepted and already have put a year in. AND I absolutely loved it. So what's the fuss about, yes today in chapel the speaker preached the you have to work to be filled with the Holy Spirit. He used &lt;a href="http://bible.crosswalk.com/OnlineStudyBible/bible.cgi?new=1&amp;word=Acts+1%3A8&amp;amp;section=0&amp;version=niv&amp;amp;language=en"&gt;Acts 1:8&lt;/a&gt; as his refrence, the verse starts with and you shall recieve. Recieve- like get - accept something that is given. I had thee hardest time not bolting for the door. grrrrr. Okay. So I thought well maybe, but I want the bible to prove it. This preacher lacked almost any biblical backing. The service ended and I was not the only one who had the face that said, what the heck? I went to lunch, class, and then read about the Philosophies of Education- by the way I'm mostly and Social Reconstructionist- After some filing I headed to work, which was literally a nightmare, but that is another whole blog. So guess who comes in for some supper, that right Mr. Tongues himself, and I'm thinking great and then, oh it doesn't matter, I rarely make small talk with customers anyways, And then preacher man asks, are you student? of course I'm like yes, and then: Were you in chapel today?&lt;br /&gt;Yes.&lt;br /&gt;Did you enjoy the service?&lt;br /&gt;Well actually I didn't.&lt;br /&gt;Why not?&lt;br /&gt;It's like the only doctrine I don't agree with.&lt;br /&gt;Then why are you going to this school?&lt;br /&gt;Because I didn't get accepted elsewhere and I got accepted here.&lt;br /&gt;well my wife grew up Luthern, I understand, just try to keep an open mind and heart.&lt;br /&gt;(end)&lt;br /&gt;If I could have redone the conversation I would have said: Well I grew up AG and I speak in tongues, can you tell me why Christians can't just recieve the gift as the Holy Spirit is refered to as in the &lt;a href="http://bible.crosswalk.com/OnlineStudyBible/bible.cgi?word=Acts+1%3A1-9&amp;section=0&amp;amp;version=niv&amp;new=1&amp;amp;oq=&amp;NavBook=ac&amp;amp;NavGo=1&amp;NavCurrentChapter=1"&gt;prior verses in Acts chapter 1&lt;/a&gt;.  Did you ever take Bible Study Methods?  You know where you read the verses before the verse that starts with BUT.  Anyhow, God and all the parts thereof, and I are talking about this whole ordeal, and I feel like I need to study His word some more.  For now I say recieve the gift and let the Holy Spirit flow through you to bless and encourage others as well as bless the Lord.  God loves you in English or whatever language you speak, weather it is man's or angels.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21324920-115813026491112971?l=emiliatheegreat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emiliatheegreat.blogspot.com/feeds/115813026491112971/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21324920&amp;postID=115813026491112971' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21324920/posts/default/115813026491112971'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21324920/posts/default/115813026491112971'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emiliatheegreat.blogspot.com/2006/09/tongues.html' title='Tongues?!?!'/><author><name>Emilia Thee Great</name><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-21324920.post-115802392434681564</id><published>2006-09-11T20:07:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-09-11T20:18:44.356-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Yes, it is 9/11</title><content type='html'>It is terrible what happened 5 years ago today. And the soliders we have lost since are remembered as well.  But what about all the international citizens who have lost their lives for our countries freedom.  Now, I'm not the defense secratary, and I do not know what would have happened to our nation if we did not retaliate.  Still, I am grieved for the Afghanis and Iraqis who have the lives of their loved ones taken from them, just because they live where they do.  But today I heard no mention of peace or comfort for them.  We prayed for comfort and honor and remembrence and we thanked God for freedom.  Instead, this is my prayer: That not only would God comfort and bless those who had their family and friends taken from them on 9/11 and the soliders since, but that He, the creator of ALL people, would also give peace and comfort to those who mourn their dead as a result of our attacks, our Freedom fight.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21324920-115802392434681564?l=emiliatheegreat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emiliatheegreat.blogspot.com/feeds/115802392434681564/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21324920&amp;postID=115802392434681564' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21324920/posts/default/115802392434681564'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21324920/posts/default/115802392434681564'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emiliatheegreat.blogspot.com/2006/09/yes-it-is-911.html' title='Yes, it is 9/11'/><author><name>Emilia Thee Great</name><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-21324920.post-115795636393961678</id><published>2006-09-11T01:30:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-09-11T01:32:43.953-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The Solution 4 now: Sleep</title><content type='html'>I think I was simply stressed, tired and thinking too hard.  I feel much better now, but I still have a ton of feelings that I wish I could express, but I just do not know how.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21324920-115795636393961678?l=emiliatheegreat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emiliatheegreat.blogspot.com/feeds/115795636393961678/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21324920&amp;postID=115795636393961678' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21324920/posts/default/115795636393961678'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21324920/posts/default/115795636393961678'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emiliatheegreat.blogspot.com/2006/09/solution-4-now-sleep.html' title='The Solution 4 now: Sleep'/><author><name>Emilia Thee Great</name><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-21324920.post-115778073407592158</id><published>2006-09-09T00:29:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-09-09T00:47:36.946-05:00</updated><title type='text'>I miss my good buddy</title><content type='html'>So, I'll admit it, I think I must be homesick. But mostly I just want to have the time to have an amazing conversation with my good buddy. I just want all things to be settled, I want to be able to play flag football, which would mean I would need real health insurance that covers injuries. In my old suite I feel at home, and in my new suite I feel like I'm starting over. Anyhow, I just want to sit or walk with my good buddy or hug him and cry with him and let him know that I really really honestly miss him. But he might think it is a load of crap, but I really want to talk to my good buddy. Also I want to sleep. But. here I am writing about how I feel. I don't know how I really feel, i just know I feel like seeing my good buddy face to face. I feel like my extended family is full of hurt, pain, and unforgiveness. It's like they have nails that they want to throw at each other, but instead of shooting them off, the nails dig into their guts. I feel confused I dont' know how to talk to my other buddy or what to say to him, I'm hurt. So none of this may make sense, but it is sort of how I am feeling. Usually after I feel like I have written all that I have to say I think through what I have written and I realize, although I feel this way, God still loves me, right now in this moment and then I feel better. So good buddy, Patric, hang in there and know that God loves you right now in this very moment. and other good buddy, Jimi, I've been thinking and I don't know what to do, sometimes I want to cry and sometimes I can't. Petey, what do you think? And Rachel, I'm sorry this doesn't make the most sense, but thanks for reading it anyways.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21324920-115778073407592158?l=emiliatheegreat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emiliatheegreat.blogspot.com/feeds/115778073407592158/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21324920&amp;postID=115778073407592158' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21324920/posts/default/115778073407592158'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21324920/posts/default/115778073407592158'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emiliatheegreat.blogspot.com/2006/09/i-miss-my-good-buddy.html' title='I miss my good buddy'/><author><name>Emilia Thee Great</name><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-21324920.post-115738609991722609</id><published>2006-09-04T10:51:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-09-04T11:08:39.483-05:00</updated><title type='text'>School, Stress and IKEA</title><content type='html'>So classes started last Wednesday, I can't seem to work out a work schedule in the deli, registrar totally messed with me.  They gave me credit for a class I didn't take instead of scheduling it for this fall. they must have put in a .01 instead of a.02 after one of my course numbers resulting in classes overlapping.  Still I am exceedingly glad to be back at school, so far the two textbooks I have started have been enjoyable, and I am loving ,absolutely loving, seeing everyone again.  Also my new suite of friends is just that, a group of friends.  Yesterday I got to go to IKEA, I got a bath mat for the showeroom and dish towels for drying.  I went in the rain with some girls on my floor, finding all those amazing sales was exhilerating.  We finished off the night at the food court at the MOA.  well this is a pretty dry blog, but it is an update, I'll keep you posted.  Later&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21324920-115738609991722609?l=emiliatheegreat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emiliatheegreat.blogspot.com/feeds/115738609991722609/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21324920&amp;postID=115738609991722609' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21324920/posts/default/115738609991722609'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21324920/posts/default/115738609991722609'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emiliatheegreat.blogspot.com/2006/09/school-stress-and-ikea.html' title='School, Stress and IKEA'/><author><name>Emilia Thee Great</name><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-21324920.post-115722637379060477</id><published>2006-09-02T14:44:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-09-02T14:46:13.806-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>IT'S THE WATER&lt;br /&gt;this is a blog I meant to post a while back but have not had a chance to until now....&lt;br /&gt;Written August 25&lt;br /&gt;So today I left Watsonville, CA, where my family recently moved in order to take care of my Grandma.  I’m on my way to Milwaukee to meet my aunt who will take me back to school.  Any way I started my travels in San Jose and had a layover in Denver.  On that flight the lady I sat next to and I went to the restroom, I went first.  When I returned, she left for the lavatory and I sat down, immediately I noticed my jeans were wet, and I was like WHAT?  I figured out that she had put my cup of water on the seat which I then sat in, absolutely Hilarious.  Then after a lovely hour and a half layover I got on another flight.  And guess what, water was at it again.  This time we had to wait by the gate until a retiring pilot’s plane got soaked by two fire-trucks, which would have been really cool, except I couldn’t see it.  Once we were in the air I had hot tea, made from our reoccurring substace, and to top this blog off I had water fall from my eyes, as I finished watching Rabbit-Proof Fence. (a must see by the way) Well, that’s all for now, have a glass of water and enjoy life!   Oh, yeah by the way my battery is at 13% and I have to turn this electronic device off anyhow.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21324920-115722637379060477?l=emiliatheegreat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emiliatheegreat.blogspot.com/feeds/115722637379060477/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21324920&amp;postID=115722637379060477' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21324920/posts/default/115722637379060477'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21324920/posts/default/115722637379060477'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emiliatheegreat.blogspot.com/2006/09/its-water-this-is-blog-i-meant-to-post.html' title=''/><author><name>Emilia Thee Great</name><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-21324920.post-114624247884524347</id><published>2006-04-28T11:39:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-04-28T11:41:18.856-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Romans 14:16 "Do not allow what you consider good to be spoken of as evil."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21324920-114624247884524347?l=emiliatheegreat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emiliatheegreat.blogspot.com/feeds/114624247884524347/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21324920&amp;postID=114624247884524347' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21324920/posts/default/114624247884524347'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21324920/posts/default/114624247884524347'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emiliatheegreat.blogspot.com/2006/04/romans-1416-do-not-allow-what-you.html' title=''/><author><name>Emilia Thee Great</name><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-21324920.post-114533300060711065</id><published>2006-04-17T22:54:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-04-17T23:08:36.960-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>So, today Soulforce protested on our campus and the media misrepresented NCU and Soulforce's rally wasn't much differnt. Today in chapel we just prayed for both students on campus and the freedom rider. I love that we were encouraged to treat the riders as brothers and sisters in Christ not as enemies or protestors. If you are intrested in the two sides check &lt;a href="http://www.northcentral.edu/mediarelations/documents/ncunateruch.mp3"&gt;this&lt;/a&gt; out and &lt;a href="http://www.soulforce.org/"&gt;this&lt;/a&gt; too.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21324920-114533300060711065?l=emiliatheegreat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emiliatheegreat.blogspot.com/feeds/114533300060711065/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21324920&amp;postID=114533300060711065' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21324920/posts/default/114533300060711065'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21324920/posts/default/114533300060711065'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emiliatheegreat.blogspot.com/2006/04/so-today-soulforce-protested-on-our.html' title=''/><author><name>Emilia Thee Great</name><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>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21324920.post-114516486870730495</id><published>2006-04-16T00:19:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-04-16T00:21:08.720-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I cut my hair. it is really cute, but I don't want mom to know. I want it to be a surprise, so unless she changes her ways and starts actually reading what her children say she will not know until the fourth of May.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21324920-114516486870730495?l=emiliatheegreat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emiliatheegreat.blogspot.com/feeds/114516486870730495/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21324920&amp;postID=114516486870730495' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21324920/posts/default/114516486870730495'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21324920/posts/default/114516486870730495'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emiliatheegreat.blogspot.com/2006/04/i-cut-my-hair.html' title=''/><author><name>Emilia Thee Great</name><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-21324920.post-114461674570598671</id><published>2006-04-09T15:49:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-04-09T16:05:45.723-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>So Last week I had an experience, and I said I will have to blog about that.&lt;br /&gt;yes, it did take a long time for me to finally blog about it. For Spiritual Formations I needed to attend a church from a different tradition than the one I am used to. so I decided I'd go to &lt;a href="http://www.solomonsporch.com"&gt;Solomon's Porch&lt;/a&gt;, since I had read about it and now I am living close enough to it to just grab a bus and go there. It was rainy and a bit clod, but not too bad. My friend and I went downtown and waited for a bus. Right there at the stop in the little shelter thing a guy was rolling a joint and the funny thing was it seemed so normal and my friend was so busy trying to fix her umbrella she did not even notice. Alright it might have been tobacco, but I don't thing tobacco is green and comes in a little clear ziploc. So anyway we got on the bus and off too early, walked to church, attended, ate subway, while we waited for the bus, grabbed the bus, transferred. The bus was packed, everyone was damp and yes it smelled. About half way back we picked up these two drunk guys and they sat right behind us and guess what there favorite word is, that's right, f---. They were a tad restless and a really uncomfortable, they complained about the driver going too slow and stopping too long. Then they tried to figure out which stop to get off at they decided on 21st. They were so irritating and complainy I was so tempted to turn around and tell them to shut the f--- up. But I did not, cuz that would be stupid. Well they wobbled off at 23rd and then I said now I have something to blog about.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21324920-114461674570598671?l=emiliatheegreat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emiliatheegreat.blogspot.com/feeds/114461674570598671/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21324920&amp;postID=114461674570598671' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21324920/posts/default/114461674570598671'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21324920/posts/default/114461674570598671'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emiliatheegreat.blogspot.com/2006/04/so-last-week-i-had-experience-and-i.html' title=''/><author><name>Emilia Thee Great</name><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-21324920.post-114369421257154795</id><published>2006-03-29T22:48:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-03-29T22:50:12.580-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Hey everyone had a cool blog today, and I am jealous, so I am attempting to write a cool blog.  UUUUUHHhHHH. well I tried.  I'll try agian soon read &lt;a href="http://www.patricman.blogspot.com"&gt;Patric's blog&lt;/a&gt; instead&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21324920-114369421257154795?l=emiliatheegreat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emiliatheegreat.blogspot.com/feeds/114369421257154795/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21324920&amp;postID=114369421257154795' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21324920/posts/default/114369421257154795'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21324920/posts/default/114369421257154795'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emiliatheegreat.blogspot.com/2006/03/hey-everyone-had-cool-blog-today-and-i.html' title=''/><author><name>Emilia Thee Great</name><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>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21324920.post-114324594192966579</id><published>2006-03-24T18:14:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-03-24T18:19:01.943-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>So all day long I think of great things I could blog about and then when I go to blog...nothing.  So today I got a watch.  A really cool one you should see it I got it at Target for 3.75 and it looks more like a braclet, I saw them and thought oh so cool and I was about to walk away when the red tag caught my eye, sale.  so I need a watch since the one I have only works until the minute hand gets stuck on the second hand that fell off and is just floating. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last night I went to 4E/1W prayer which is for mine and my brother's floor.  It was awesome. I really felt like I was in battle and I just decided that although it seems weird, I know prayer works so I am going to pray.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21324920-114324594192966579?l=emiliatheegreat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emiliatheegreat.blogspot.com/feeds/114324594192966579/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21324920&amp;postID=114324594192966579' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21324920/posts/default/114324594192966579'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21324920/posts/default/114324594192966579'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emiliatheegreat.blogspot.com/2006/03/so-all-day-long-i-think-of-great.html' title=''/><author><name>Emilia Thee Great</name><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-21324920.post-114278942477025090</id><published>2006-03-19T11:27:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-03-19T11:30:24.783-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I just started to work on a report, and I wanted to make sure a hexagon had six sides, so I googled hexagon and image and sure enough it does.  I clicked on an image tht just looked cool and it took me to a crop circle website and then I clicked on a &lt;a href="http://www.planetinneed.com/"&gt;link&lt;/a&gt; to this hilarious website and now I am blogging about it and really I should be doing a museum report.  But you should really check this out, someone put too much time into it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21324920-114278942477025090?l=emiliatheegreat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emiliatheegreat.blogspot.com/feeds/114278942477025090/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21324920&amp;postID=114278942477025090' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21324920/posts/default/114278942477025090'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21324920/posts/default/114278942477025090'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emiliatheegreat.blogspot.com/2006/03/i-just-started-to-work-on-report-and-i.html' title=''/><author><name>Emilia Thee Great</name><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-21324920.post-114278764567942668</id><published>2006-03-19T10:54:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-03-19T11:00:53.093-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>So yesterday I wrote two pretty mean blogs.  They were all about how I felt and I had a good little cry as I wrote.  But I don't think anyone really needed to see them so I took them down.  But I am glad I got to express what I was feeling, but I hope no one read them, I should not have posted them in the first place.  Instead I will now post the verse I will meditate on for the next few days: Acts 2:39 "&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial,Geneva,Helvetica;font-size:85%;"  &gt;For the promise is for you and for your children, and for all who are far off, as many as the Lord our God will call."&lt;/span&gt; I like it.  Find a verse you want to just think about and let soak in.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21324920-114278764567942668?l=emiliatheegreat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emiliatheegreat.blogspot.com/feeds/114278764567942668/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21324920&amp;postID=114278764567942668' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21324920/posts/default/114278764567942668'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21324920/posts/default/114278764567942668'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emiliatheegreat.blogspot.com/2006/03/so-yesterday-i-wrote-two-pretty-mean.html' title=''/><author><name>Emilia Thee Great</name><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-21324920.post-114126108971006930</id><published>2006-03-01T18:52:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-03-01T18:58:09.720-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Spriiiiiinnnnngggg Breeeeeeeeaaaaaaaaaaaaak!!!!!!!!!!!!! OOOOOOOOOOOh Yeeeeaaaaaah!!!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;BOO WHO, I still have to wait two days and I already have two suitcases packed. Hey Guess what? No, not Chicken Butt.  JoAnn's is havign a sale on the 4th and 5th of March, that's right spring Break just got even better!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21324920-114126108971006930?l=emiliatheegreat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emiliatheegreat.blogspot.com/feeds/114126108971006930/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21324920&amp;postID=114126108971006930' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21324920/posts/default/114126108971006930'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21324920/posts/default/114126108971006930'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emiliatheegreat.blogspot.com/2006/03/spriiiiiinnnnngggg-breeeeeeeeaaaaaaaaa.html' title=''/><author><name>Emilia Thee Great</name><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-21324920.post-114053775143409468</id><published>2006-02-21T09:55:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-03-19T11:02:39.830-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;font&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Can it all be Done in Time?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;I need to do so much homework and taxes and work and volunteering and instead I am composing a blog, so I decided it had better be decent if I am to waste my time on it:&lt;br /&gt;How do you get rid of your pet peeves and irritations; not get rid of them but learn to actually tolerate them?&lt;br /&gt;Certain people's laughs make me want to punch them in the face and a  certain person I know doesn't seem to think, and does things that are so stupid, but then I realize they are no stupider than the actions I take or the words I say, but her words just kill me.  I try and I pray and I guess I just have to practice and practice and practice but how long is this going to take?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21324920-114053775143409468?l=emiliatheegreat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emiliatheegreat.blogspot.com/feeds/114053775143409468/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21324920&amp;postID=114053775143409468' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21324920/posts/default/114053775143409468'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21324920/posts/default/114053775143409468'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emiliatheegreat.blogspot.com/2006/02/can-it-all-be-done-in-time-i-need-to.html' title=''/><author><name>Emilia Thee Great</name><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>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21324920.post-113996408068125350</id><published>2006-02-14T18:35:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-03-18T17:21:50.573-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:180%;" &gt;Men Carring Pink Teddy Bears.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font&gt;I love valentine's Day! It is fun to see all the men who have to get something for their girlfriends or wives or okay you get the Idea. I don't know if the men I saw today were just excited but it seemed to me they actually enjoyed their teddy bear carring.  On Sunday I made Valentine's Day Holders for my suite you know t&lt;font&gt;he kind you made in elementary school.  I used paper plates, as a result my suite made Valentines for each other, sooo much fun. I love it.  Tonight we are going D&lt;font&gt;owntown to eat as a loving family of suitemates, isn't that sweet. &lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;Oh besides today being Valentine's day it is Tuesday the day I work with students at an Elementary school.  Well most of hte Kids are Islamic and I didn't know any better but I let two of the students I work with break a food law:(  I was letting them compare a Pistachino and a marshmellow.  Well marshmellows have geletin and that is made from some animal they can not heve.  I feel sooo stupid but their teacher said it wasn't the worst thing.  Well any how I hope today you feel loved and I pray that if you don't God will give you a big hug. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21324920-113996408068125350?l=emiliatheegreat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emiliatheegreat.blogspot.com/feeds/113996408068125350/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21324920&amp;postID=113996408068125350' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21324920/posts/default/113996408068125350'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21324920/posts/default/113996408068125350'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emiliatheegreat.blogspot.com/2006/02/men-carring-pink-teddy-bears.html' title=''/><author><name>Emilia Thee Great</name><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-21324920.post-113953149462362641</id><published>2006-02-09T18:24:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-02-09T18:36:29.650-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;The Sky Way is Open Today&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;So exciting news the sky way that connects the hall connected to my hall to the chapel is open and the capel is connected to a building that had a sky way to another building and that building is connected to the library.  So I cn get almost anywhere without putting on a coat, just thought you'd like to know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I'm a thief of Ideas and thought I should let you know that my quirk or at least one of my quirks is nibbling wheat thins into t-shirts.  I also eat triangular food from the large side to the point- Pie, straberries, watermelon,pizza-I figure I might as well get through the part I don't like and enjoy the remainer of the food.  I got this quirks idea from my sister's blog, so yes, I am unoriginal in this respect.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's all for now&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21324920-113953149462362641?l=emiliatheegreat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emiliatheegreat.blogspot.com/feeds/113953149462362641/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21324920&amp;postID=113953149462362641' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21324920/posts/default/113953149462362641'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21324920/posts/default/113953149462362641'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emiliatheegreat.blogspot.com/2006/02/sky-way-is-open-today-so-exciting-news.html' title=''/><author><name>Emilia Thee Great</name><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-21324920.post-113884476017391594</id><published>2006-02-01T19:42:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2006-02-01T19:46:00.173-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;This Post is for Patric, my good buddy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;These last few days and the previous week hav ebeen such a growing experience for me.  I have been learning all about spiritual disciplines, and frankly I DON'T LIKE THEM.  At the same God is teaching me about Prophecy(not the freaky future stuff) but the encouragement kind the kind where God lets you know what to say and who to say it to.  This life is challenging and I guess I am learning more and more that I can either rise to the challenge or just be a bump&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21324920-113884476017391594?l=emiliatheegreat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emiliatheegreat.blogspot.com/feeds/113884476017391594/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21324920&amp;postID=113884476017391594' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21324920/posts/default/113884476017391594'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21324920/posts/default/113884476017391594'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emiliatheegreat.blogspot.com/2006/02/this-post-is-for-patric-my-good-buddy_01.html' title=''/><author><name>Emilia Thee Great</name><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>4</thr:total></entry></feed>
