<?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'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10703141</id><updated>2009-02-21T03:59:15.686-07:00</updated><title type='text'>eep</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eepsqueaks.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10703141/posts/default'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eepsqueaks.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>eep's peeps</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11976365672376008682</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>10</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>25</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10703141.post-112039032292524820</id><published>2005-07-03T06:31:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-07-03T05:32:03.013-06:00</updated><title type='text'>top of the mornin'</title><content type='html'>It's very early in the morning for me.  Or I should say quite late in the evening.  We had fun today.  It was very interesting for Amos and Asta to watch my roommate move out.  Well by interesting I mean terrifying.  When I tried to gather them up in case they tried to make a break for the front door Asta gave me some pretty scratches and got away from me.  Amos was very good and let me shut him in the bathroom, and not 5 minutes later I walked by the bathroom and the door was open.  No Amos in there.  So when everyone had gone I searched for both of them, expecting to find them.  Only after about a twenty minute thorough search did Asta come walking up to me.  I still have no idea where they were hiding.  Amos came out later, didn't see his hiding place either.  &lt;br /&gt;Okay, the kitties are sleeping, I'm gonna go pounce on them and see how they like it.&lt;br /&gt;Well that's all for now.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10703141-112039032292524820?l=eepsqueaks.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eepsqueaks.blogspot.com/feeds/112039032292524820/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10703141&amp;postID=112039032292524820' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10703141/posts/default/112039032292524820'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10703141/posts/default/112039032292524820'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eepsqueaks.blogspot.com/2005/07/top-of-mornin.html' title='top of the mornin&apos;'/><author><name>eep's peeps</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11976365672376008682</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='02463557469485971656'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10703141.post-112022462430849327</id><published>2005-07-01T08:30:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-07-01T07:30:24.313-06:00</updated><title type='text'>My cats are nuts and it's raining outside.</title><content type='html'>I think the two are related.  My kitties are running back and forth through my shotgun style apartment (when you can look through the front door and see all the way to the back door).  Asta is getting in his morning jog and Amos is busy trying to stay out of the way very unsuccessfully by jumping in Asta's path every time he runs by.  I think Amos thinks Asta wants to talk to him or something.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's all for now.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10703141-112022462430849327?l=eepsqueaks.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eepsqueaks.blogspot.com/feeds/112022462430849327/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10703141&amp;postID=112022462430849327' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10703141/posts/default/112022462430849327'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10703141/posts/default/112022462430849327'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eepsqueaks.blogspot.com/2005/07/my-cats-are-nuts-and-its-raining.html' title='My cats are nuts and it&apos;s raining outside.'/><author><name>eep's peeps</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11976365672376008682</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='02463557469485971656'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10703141.post-111841112694829430</id><published>2005-06-10T07:44:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-06-10T07:45:26.950-06:00</updated><title type='text'>oh yeah</title><content type='html'>the thing I've been longing to do lately.  Learn how to make shortbread.  I love to bake.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10703141-111841112694829430?l=eepsqueaks.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eepsqueaks.blogspot.com/feeds/111841112694829430/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10703141&amp;postID=111841112694829430' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10703141/posts/default/111841112694829430'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10703141/posts/default/111841112694829430'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eepsqueaks.blogspot.com/2005/06/oh-yeah.html' title='oh yeah'/><author><name>eep's peeps</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11976365672376008682</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='02463557469485971656'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10703141.post-111841071398929437</id><published>2005-06-10T07:21:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-06-10T07:38:33.996-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Last Day Here...</title><content type='html'>This is my last day at my current job.  Yay!  I'm not really that excited about it.  This has been a great little job for me, and although I never made enough money, I don't think I will ever be lucky enough to work for such a nice boss again.  Oh well, cest la vie.  &lt;br /&gt;So I'm a graduate.  Well as soon as I get my transcript sent in I will be.  I keep thinking I need to watch the Graduate again, especially with Anne Bancroft's recent death, but I'm afraid to watch it.  I remember it, and I want to avoid thinking that this listless pointless feeling isn't going to go away with a decent night's sleep.  I know, it's just a movie, but no one should get an English degree, this is what it leads to.  I'm not qualified for anything, unless there is a job that requires you to pretend you have read really good books, when really you skimmed them after reading Harry Potter and Bridgette Jones (both v. good mind you).  I dunno, blah, I wish I could just have a job, I'm a very hard worker, but really, what I'm best at is working with my hands.  I love hands on things, I love remodeling houses, I love getting really involved in a project and having something to look at when you are done.  Something to be proud of.  I don't really want to be a carpenter or a painter though, so what does that leave?  I'm getting a little old to be wondering what to do with my life too, I should really already know.  If I could have my dream job, I would basically be Martha Stewart, without all of the white collar crime.  &lt;br /&gt;The only problem with that is that I'm a control freak about things.  I don't like anyone to clean my house because they don't do it right.  Seriously.  My roommate did the dishes yesterday, and this morning I made coffee and the first two mugs I picked up from the freshly washed dishes were dirty.  The third one was alright, but I really only used it because I know I used it before and i had rinsed it etc.  I don't know, I just wish it was easier to figure stuff out.  I made a decision, but I didn't work hard enough, and it didn't work out.  I'm going to continue to try, but it's worrisome to think about if it doesn't work out again and I've wasted more time.  Blah, too much anxiety.  I think I'll just be a bum.  &lt;br /&gt;Okay, I've killed twenty minutes on this.  Maybe I'll be back later.  &lt;br /&gt;Oh, and check out the webby awards if you are bored.  &lt;br /&gt;http://www.webbyawards.com/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's all for now.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10703141-111841071398929437?l=eepsqueaks.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eepsqueaks.blogspot.com/feeds/111841071398929437/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10703141&amp;postID=111841071398929437' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10703141/posts/default/111841071398929437'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10703141/posts/default/111841071398929437'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eepsqueaks.blogspot.com/2005/06/last-day-here.html' title='Last Day Here...'/><author><name>eep's peeps</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11976365672376008682</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='02463557469485971656'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10703141.post-111351099256761096</id><published>2005-04-14T14:35:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-04-14T14:36:32.566-06:00</updated><title type='text'>totino's pizza</title><content type='html'>sausage and pepperoni combination.  2 dollars at the gas station.  I'm excited, YUM!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10703141-111351099256761096?l=eepsqueaks.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eepsqueaks.blogspot.com/feeds/111351099256761096/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10703141&amp;postID=111351099256761096' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10703141/posts/default/111351099256761096'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10703141/posts/default/111351099256761096'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eepsqueaks.blogspot.com/2005/04/totinos-pizza.html' title='totino&apos;s pizza'/><author><name>eep's peeps</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11976365672376008682</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='02463557469485971656'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10703141.post-111349923498063038</id><published>2005-04-14T11:13:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-04-14T11:20:34.980-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Why is everything such an incredible pain in the ass?  Blah.  I just want to sleep in and then get up and go out and finish my garden.  And I want it to be beautiful.  But instead I have to get up and go to work and then rush home and get stupid letters of reccomendation crap out of the way, run back to school with it, run back home, fix my stopped up sink, check on my poor sick kitty, eat some boring boring cereal, get ready to go back to class, then I will come home again for three hours only to go back at 6:30 until 9:30 and then maybe I can relax for five minutes , but probably not.  Man, I hate thursdays. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;on a lighter note, Gilmore Girls is an awesome show. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's all for now&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10703141-111349923498063038?l=eepsqueaks.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eepsqueaks.blogspot.com/feeds/111349923498063038/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10703141&amp;postID=111349923498063038' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10703141/posts/default/111349923498063038'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10703141/posts/default/111349923498063038'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eepsqueaks.blogspot.com/2005/04/why-is-everything-such-incredible-pain.html' title=''/><author><name>eep's peeps</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11976365672376008682</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='02463557469485971656'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10703141.post-110969095339733604</id><published>2005-03-01T10:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-03-01T08:29:13.400-07:00</updated><title type='text'>carrots</title><content type='html'>I'm at work eating carrots.  There is some guy behind my desk at the insurance office who is really upset.  It's getting on my nerves.  I hate it when people ask questions.  I shouldn't, but it cuts into my time to sit here and pretend I'm at home surfing the internet.  MAN, I'm so tired!  I'm trying to get on a decent schedule so I got up at 7, well to come to work, but I went to sleep at around three.  So, I'm tired.  Blah blah boring SHUT UP WEIRD GUY!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10703141-110969095339733604?l=eepsqueaks.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eepsqueaks.blogspot.com/feeds/110969095339733604/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10703141&amp;postID=110969095339733604' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10703141/posts/default/110969095339733604'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10703141/posts/default/110969095339733604'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eepsqueaks.blogspot.com/2005/03/carrots_01.html' title='carrots'/><author><name>eep's peeps</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11976365672376008682</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='02463557469485971656'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10703141.post-110816616743027041</id><published>2005-02-11T18:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-02-12T13:03:46.196-07:00</updated><title type='text'>ben folds, kweller, ass kickin superstars.</title><content type='html'>Saw Ben Folds last night and Ben Kweller opened for him. It was really great. A wonderful show, Ben Kweller was very very good and funny, Ben Folds played lots and lots of stuff he hasn't in a long while so great show there too. The only thing that bugged me was the people around me. We were in the fourth row and everyone in front of us except for one guy way in the front was just sort of standing there. I hope they were just old, take in the music types, but they didn't all look very old. Furthermore, I haven't lost any energy at concerts in the last ten years really. It annoyed me, if you are just gonna stand there and stare into space with that blank expression on your face, then please, sit behind me, I want to enjoy the music, you know, actually crack a smile, show some emotion. Anyway, it was fantastic other than the lamos around us. I was so so so happy to see Ben Kweller too, such a treat. Okay, I obviously have nothing of quality to say, (I'm gonna put some pictures of Ben Kweller up here later so you know what I'm talking about mom).&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10703141-110816616743027041?l=eepsqueaks.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eepsqueaks.blogspot.com/feeds/110816616743027041/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10703141&amp;postID=110816616743027041' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10703141/posts/default/110816616743027041'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10703141/posts/default/110816616743027041'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eepsqueaks.blogspot.com/2005/02/ben-folds-kweller-ass-kickin.html' title='ben folds, kweller, ass kickin superstars.'/><author><name>eep's peeps</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11976365672376008682</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='02463557469485971656'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10703141.post-110804749011030148</id><published>2005-02-10T09:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-02-10T07:58:10.110-07:00</updated><title type='text'>CSI Miami, New York...Norman</title><content type='html'>Watched CSI last night.  Sophie loves it, I gotta admit, it's so lame I think I love it too.  I don't have any idea which one we were watching, but there was this bus accident, and this guy (an x-con) flew through the windshield and landed so far away the crime scene investigators didn't find him at first,  Well they figured it out eventually, and the main guy who I am convinced looks like a child molestor walks up all serious and intense and says, 'Well I guess he got the death penalty."  REALLY!  They say that kind of stuff on TV STILL!  With a super straight face even, I love it.  &lt;br /&gt;Anyway, now that its lent I hope everyone is giving something up.  It's a good exercise in self discipline, the only problem is I gave up cheese, then I realized that means no more nachos, which is one of my favorite guillty pleasures.  Oh well, forty days of absolution and then queso!  I also gave up candy, but my teeth are so sensitive at the moment I can't eat it anyway.  Thats all for now.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10703141-110804749011030148?l=eepsqueaks.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eepsqueaks.blogspot.com/feeds/110804749011030148/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10703141&amp;postID=110804749011030148' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10703141/posts/default/110804749011030148'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10703141/posts/default/110804749011030148'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eepsqueaks.blogspot.com/2005/02/csi-miami-new-yorknorman.html' title='CSI Miami, New York...Norman'/><author><name>eep's peeps</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11976365672376008682</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='02463557469485971656'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10703141.post-110787997491028645</id><published>2005-02-08T11:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-02-08T09:26:14.910-07:00</updated><title type='text'>my life as a seinfeld rerun</title><content type='html'>I don't know if it's a good or a bad thing when you realize how much you have in common with the characters of Seinfeld.  Gotta say, I love the show, but these aren't exactly good people.  I recently watched the first season and there is one where Jerry tries to break up with his annoying friend and can't.  &lt;br /&gt;So annoying to watch when know EXACTLY what they mean.  Blah.  SO my friend that I'm trying to 'phase out'  (to reference another favorite show) called me sunday night and I answered since I was pretty swamped with homework and I figured, if I answer about once a week and never have time to really talk or do anything, it's just a matter of time, well I answer and she immediately asks me if we are not friends anymore and why haven't I been answering/returning her phone calls blah blah blah, so I tell her that actually I have just been very busy and I have night classes so it is too late to call her back by the time I get home blahblahblah, which seems to appease her, but then she continues to talk for ten more damn minutes and I can't get off the phone.  So now I think I have to go home this weekend just to avoid hanging out with her.  BLah HATE!  I just don't think  I should have to tell her that I do not want to be friends with her anymore.  There are many reasons for this, the main one being that I have only known the girl for about six months and half of that we weren't really speaking.  So, there is my dillema for the day.  More people should watch Seinfeld, it's full of life lessons and stuff. &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10703141-110787997491028645?l=eepsqueaks.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eepsqueaks.blogspot.com/feeds/110787997491028645/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10703141&amp;postID=110787997491028645' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10703141/posts/default/110787997491028645'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10703141/posts/default/110787997491028645'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eepsqueaks.blogspot.com/2005/02/my-life-as-seinfeld-rerun.html' title='my life as a seinfeld rerun'/><author><name>eep's peeps</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11976365672376008682</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='02463557469485971656'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>1</thr:total></entry></feed>