<?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-6595453</id><updated>2011-07-25T10:58:37.402-06:00</updated><title type='text'>"that sock was fast." </title><subtitle type='html'>a little journal of daily happenings, ponderings and observations.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fastsocks.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6595453/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fastsocks.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>amyanne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09201274521325321643</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/137/951/320/amyblog.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>16</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6595453.post-110658767194194782</id><published>2005-01-24T10:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-01-24T10:27:51.940-07:00</updated><title type='text'>inspired by matthew's 1/19 post</title><content type='html'>my car rumbled up to the stoplight at i25 &amp; colorado blvd., and before i could divert my gaze, i'd made eye contact with the bum on the corner who was holding a sign that read: "cold &amp;amp; hungry. please help me." i quickly looked down to fiddle with the radio controls and straighten my bag in the passenger's seat. then, after sitting for a few seconds, staring straight ahead, i grabbed a loose dollar bill from the car console, rolled the window down and held the bill out. the bum came over and reached for it. while both our hands were still holding the bill she looked into my face, smiled and said, "you have beautiful eyes."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6595453-110658767194194782?l=fastsocks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fastsocks.blogspot.com/feeds/110658767194194782/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6595453&amp;postID=110658767194194782' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6595453/posts/default/110658767194194782'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6595453/posts/default/110658767194194782'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fastsocks.blogspot.com/2005/01/inspired-by-matthews-119-post.html' title='inspired by matthew&apos;s 1/19 post'/><author><name>amyanne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09201274521325321643</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/137/951/320/amyblog.jpg'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6595453.post-109433608562565096</id><published>2004-09-04T16:07:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2004-09-04T16:14:45.626-06:00</updated><title type='text'>ten billion stars</title><content type='html'>we haven’t ventured out into the mountains after nightfall, but we plan to camp out soon with some friends of matthew’s that live just north of boulder. i imagine i’ll be snuggled tight in my sleeping bag under ten billion stars, the night cold on my face and in my lungs. The mountains’ silence will ring in my ears and God will seem a little closer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6595453-109433608562565096?l=fastsocks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fastsocks.blogspot.com/feeds/109433608562565096/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6595453&amp;postID=109433608562565096' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6595453/posts/default/109433608562565096'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6595453/posts/default/109433608562565096'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fastsocks.blogspot.com/2004/09/ten-billion-stars.html' title='ten billion stars'/><author><name>amyanne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09201274521325321643</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/137/951/320/amyblog.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6595453.post-109410293132164950</id><published>2004-09-01T23:27:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2004-09-01T23:28:51.320-06:00</updated><title type='text'>an afternoon hike</title><content type='html'>matthew and i drove 30 minutes to the west and a little north to find ourselves in the mountains that i can see from my apartment window. we hiked a trail far from the highway and from the city’s voice. trails like these are where the smell of pine and earth are the strongest. as we walked along the path, matthew reached back to take my hand and the air was sweetened for a few paces when we passed a patch of wild flowers. the air was cool as it breezed through my hair and the afternoon was warm on my shoulders. the only sounds were of our feet on the ground, the pounding in our chests and the waking of aspen leaves above us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6595453-109410293132164950?l=fastsocks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fastsocks.blogspot.com/feeds/109410293132164950/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6595453&amp;postID=109410293132164950' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6595453/posts/default/109410293132164950'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6595453/posts/default/109410293132164950'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fastsocks.blogspot.com/2004/09/afternoon-hike.html' title='an afternoon hike'/><author><name>amyanne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09201274521325321643</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/137/951/320/amyblog.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6595453.post-109390604661897229</id><published>2004-08-30T16:30:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2004-08-30T16:49:38.383-06:00</updated><title type='text'>i look out...</title><content type='html'>...the back window of my 2nd floor apartment in aurora, colorado and see the rocky mountains. some days, the clouds are low and cover the peeks like a shawl. other days, the sky is so clear that i see the ragged edges of each mountain top, and i can even see snow that’s lingered from last winter’s storms. this evening, clouds are swirled above the peaks in blues and purples, reminding me of a watercolor my father painted when i was eight years old.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6595453-109390604661897229?l=fastsocks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fastsocks.blogspot.com/feeds/109390604661897229/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6595453&amp;postID=109390604661897229' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6595453/posts/default/109390604661897229'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6595453/posts/default/109390604661897229'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fastsocks.blogspot.com/2004/08/i-look-out.html' title='i look out...'/><author><name>amyanne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09201274521325321643</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/137/951/320/amyblog.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6595453.post-109281216478937400</id><published>2004-08-18T00:45:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2004-08-22T20:28:49.176-06:00</updated><title type='text'>something new!</title><content type='html'>dig it:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://cochronicles.blogspot.com/"&gt;http://cochronicles.blogspot.com/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"the colorado chronicles" is a new blog that matthew and i both contribute to so that our family and friends are able to see pictures and read posts about the goings-on in our lives while we're out here in denver. so if you're bored and want to know what's going on, come check it out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"the colorado chronicles" is a FAMILY-FRIENDLY blog, so keep it clean, people! i don't want matthew's &lt;em&gt;memom&lt;/em&gt; to read it and cry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6595453-109281216478937400?l=fastsocks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fastsocks.blogspot.com/feeds/109281216478937400/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6595453&amp;postID=109281216478937400' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6595453/posts/default/109281216478937400'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6595453/posts/default/109281216478937400'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fastsocks.blogspot.com/2004/08/something-new.html' title='something new!'/><author><name>amyanne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09201274521325321643</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/137/951/320/amyblog.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6595453.post-109244417640876712</id><published>2004-08-13T18:34:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2004-08-13T18:42:56.410-06:00</updated><title type='text'>hello denver</title><content type='html'>matthew and i have been in denver for a little over a week now, and i think the weather just might be crazier here than it was in lubbock. one hour it can be in the high 80's with clear skies, and the next hour a huge thunderhead will come up over the mountains and pound us with rain and hail for a while, dropping the temperature a good 10-15 degrees. when the storm passes, the skies clear off again and it warms back up. crazy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so far, i love it here. i see mountains everyday through my apartment windows, the people have been helpful and friendly, and there's always something to do!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;matthew and i are setting up a new blog together to journal our colorado adventures and such, so i'll post the link as soon as it's up and running.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i miss you l-town folks!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6595453-109244417640876712?l=fastsocks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fastsocks.blogspot.com/feeds/109244417640876712/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6595453&amp;postID=109244417640876712' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6595453/posts/default/109244417640876712'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6595453/posts/default/109244417640876712'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fastsocks.blogspot.com/2004/08/hello-denver.html' title='hello denver'/><author><name>amyanne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09201274521325321643</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/137/951/320/amyblog.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6595453.post-109103866326355802</id><published>2004-07-28T12:12:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2004-07-28T12:17:43.263-06:00</updated><title type='text'>goodbye l-town</title><content type='html'>only&amp;nbsp;2 days left at rcp, and only 4 days left in lubbock. i have to admit i'm feeling rather sad about saying goodbye and i've been reminiscing about all the good times here. the move will be a difficult one, but i have a feeling it'll prove to also be a fun and exciting one. i can't wait to find out what shape mine and matthew's lives will take in denver... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6595453-109103866326355802?l=fastsocks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fastsocks.blogspot.com/feeds/109103866326355802/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6595453&amp;postID=109103866326355802' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6595453/posts/default/109103866326355802'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6595453/posts/default/109103866326355802'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fastsocks.blogspot.com/2004/07/goodbye-l-town.html' title='goodbye l-town'/><author><name>amyanne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09201274521325321643</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/137/951/320/amyblog.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6595453.post-108733889466993862</id><published>2004-06-15T16:13:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2004-06-15T16:34:54.670-06:00</updated><title type='text'>p.u.</title><content type='html'>i forgot to rant about clovis last week, and i really, reeeeally wanted to. i'll do it now instead. (yay!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so i went to clovis for one of matthew's shows, which went very well. while in CLOVIS, NEW MEXICO we encountered numerous foul odors, unpleasant sights, and offensive people. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;now, i know lubbock often smells... well, bad. but, clovis alternates between the stench of cow poop, mold, dirt and rotting trash. all the buildings are vacant and dilapidated, the roads are trashed, and weeds are growing wildly everywhere. basically, clovis is void of any aesthetics. and the PEOPLE, my goodness, the people! unacceptable. folks are just wondering around half clothed, dirty and oblivious to their ignorance. i think someone could actually become a mass-murderer there and get away with it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what a pity.         &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6595453-108733889466993862?l=fastsocks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fastsocks.blogspot.com/feeds/108733889466993862/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6595453&amp;postID=108733889466993862' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6595453/posts/default/108733889466993862'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6595453/posts/default/108733889466993862'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fastsocks.blogspot.com/2004/06/pu.html' title='p.u.'/><author><name>amyanne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09201274521325321643</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/137/951/320/amyblog.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6595453.post-108725509258697190</id><published>2004-06-14T17:10:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2004-06-14T17:20:29.816-06:00</updated><title type='text'>blah</title><content type='html'>i'm feeling quite sorry for myself as of late. i feel like all i do is work &amp; study. and when i'm not working or studying, i'm thinking that i should be, and i'm planning out when i can start again. oh, the tragedy. the injustice! the heartbreak of it all.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6595453-108725509258697190?l=fastsocks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fastsocks.blogspot.com/feeds/108725509258697190/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6595453&amp;postID=108725509258697190' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6595453/posts/default/108725509258697190'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6595453/posts/default/108725509258697190'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fastsocks.blogspot.com/2004/06/blah.html' title='blah'/><author><name>amyanne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09201274521325321643</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/137/951/320/amyblog.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6595453.post-108517097325212320</id><published>2004-05-21T14:05:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2004-05-21T14:22:53.253-06:00</updated><title type='text'>take that and rewind it back</title><content type='html'>it's the big 2-9 people, not the big 3-0, as *some* people would like you to believe. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after a late night of who-knows-what, matthew drug himself out of bed early so that he could call and be one of the first people to wish a me happy birthday this morning. i was in the shower so he left me a voicemail; he sounded all sleepy and groggy - it was so sweet! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;when i got to work, kala, jayme and laura had decorated my whole office - it was GREAT! i was so excited that i forgot to check my calendar for meetings and ended up being really late for a tour.  :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THEN kala treated me to lunch, and jayme and nancy came along too. my friends manoj and sonia, cousin darrin, aunt cindy and mom have all called to wish me a good day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this birthday is going to be puuuurrrrfect.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6595453-108517097325212320?l=fastsocks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fastsocks.blogspot.com/feeds/108517097325212320/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6595453&amp;postID=108517097325212320' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6595453/posts/default/108517097325212320'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6595453/posts/default/108517097325212320'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fastsocks.blogspot.com/2004/05/take-that-and-rewind-it-back.html' title='take that and rewind it back'/><author><name>amyanne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09201274521325321643</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/137/951/320/amyblog.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6595453.post-108490875166144670</id><published>2004-05-18T13:15:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2004-05-18T13:32:31.663-06:00</updated><title type='text'>long &amp; wild</title><content type='html'>matthew and i went to dallas this past weekend. we saw some unexpected animals in the city, heard a few bands, and visited with friends. it was a good time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my job hunt has officially begun. i need a job in denver by august 1! anyone have connections in denver? i thought about being a ski bum, but that won't pay the bills. besides, if i became a ski bum then i'd have to have ski bum friends and start smoking pot and get a big dog that rides with me in a beat-up pickup truck everywhere i go. i'd have to give up things like mascara and lip gloss, and i'd have to grow my hair long and wild. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hhmm. maybe i will become a ski bum.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6595453-108490875166144670?l=fastsocks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fastsocks.blogspot.com/feeds/108490875166144670/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6595453&amp;postID=108490875166144670' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6595453/posts/default/108490875166144670'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6595453/posts/default/108490875166144670'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fastsocks.blogspot.com/2004/05/long-wild.html' title='long &amp; wild'/><author><name>amyanne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09201274521325321643</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/137/951/320/amyblog.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6595453.post-108446931332077761</id><published>2004-05-13T11:15:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2004-05-13T11:32:05.313-06:00</updated><title type='text'>dangit</title><content type='html'>i accidentally erased all the comments you people left when i changed my template. shoooooot. but this new template says "amy"  much more than the other one, doesn't it? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;in case you're wondering about that french exam i took, i didn't get the score i needed to earn the credit hours. (son of a...) instead i'm taking FREN 5341 in summer session I at tech. so i'll work 40 hours a week, take class 10 hours a week and study at least 10 hours a week. when do i get to hang out by the pool? how am i supposed to get a tan? this sucks.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6595453-108446931332077761?l=fastsocks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fastsocks.blogspot.com/feeds/108446931332077761/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6595453&amp;postID=108446931332077761' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6595453/posts/default/108446931332077761'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6595453/posts/default/108446931332077761'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fastsocks.blogspot.com/2004/05/dangit.html' title='dangit'/><author><name>amyanne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09201274521325321643</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/137/951/320/amyblog.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6595453.post-107947843999873676</id><published>2004-03-16T15:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-03-17T11:33:42.763-07:00</updated><title type='text'>je parle francais</title><content type='html'>well, the count down to my french exam has begun. i have 9 days to adequately learn 18 chapters. if i don't test out of at least 2 semesters, i'm *never* going to get my master's degree. i cannot believe i've allowed myself to be in such a predicament. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well, okay. so i get myself into these predicaments all the time. but still, i'm freaking out!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i took matthew out last night for his birthday. we ate at tokyo japanese steak house (mm mmmm) and went to see starsky &amp; hutch. later we went back to my house where he opened gifts. he was really excited about the chocolate chip cookies from kala, but i think he's a little nervous about using the warm-stone massage gift certificate from me. how cute.  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6595453-107947843999873676?l=fastsocks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fastsocks.blogspot.com/feeds/107947843999873676/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6595453&amp;postID=107947843999873676' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6595453/posts/default/107947843999873676'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6595453/posts/default/107947843999873676'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fastsocks.blogspot.com/2004/03/je-parle-francais.html' title='je parle francais'/><author><name>amyanne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09201274521325321643</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/137/951/320/amyblog.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6595453.post-107904740950944325</id><published>2004-03-11T16:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-03-11T16:35:10.106-07:00</updated><title type='text'>wear me out</title><content type='html'>matthew got a rough cut of the cd he's been working on and it sounds fantastic. i can't wait until the real one is pressed and ready to go... there's even a song inspired by yours truly. sweeeeeeeeeeet! and if i do say so myself, it's the best song on there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so today was complete mayhem at work. i had 3 different clients call for NEW ads 2 hours before placement &amp; artwork deadlines. geez! these people are trying to wear me out. and now i hear kala yelling obscenities down the hall. this place is great. &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6595453-107904740950944325?l=fastsocks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fastsocks.blogspot.com/feeds/107904740950944325/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6595453&amp;postID=107904740950944325' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6595453/posts/default/107904740950944325'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6595453/posts/default/107904740950944325'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fastsocks.blogspot.com/2004/03/wear-me-out.html' title='wear me out'/><author><name>amyanne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09201274521325321643</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/137/951/320/amyblog.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6595453.post-107895101642341957</id><published>2004-03-10T13:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-03-10T13:40:05.030-07:00</updated><title type='text'>rock your body</title><content type='html'>some people are freaks. &lt;a href="http://cgi.ebay.com/ws/eBayISAPI.dll?ViewItem&amp;item=2992105112&amp;category=48920"&gt;check it out&lt;/a&gt;. &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6595453-107895101642341957?l=fastsocks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fastsocks.blogspot.com/feeds/107895101642341957/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6595453&amp;postID=107895101642341957' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6595453/posts/default/107895101642341957'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6595453/posts/default/107895101642341957'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fastsocks.blogspot.com/2004/03/rock-your-body.html' title='rock your body'/><author><name>amyanne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09201274521325321643</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/137/951/320/amyblog.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6595453.post-107884941982466906</id><published>2004-03-09T12:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-03-09T14:28:18.233-07:00</updated><title type='text'>getting it on</title><content type='html'>yesterday, kala and i went to lunch at a new little diner on frankford called westside cafe. we both got a cheeseburger and fries and agreed that "westside cafe" sounds a bit gang-stah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after gobbling up what will contribute to heart disease in our 40's, we had some time to blow before returning to the office. so we went to barnes and noble (not "nobles", contrary to popular belief). while perusing books, we *happened* upon the "relationships &amp; sex" section. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;now obviously there are many books lounging around on the shelves of this section, whistling out at innocent by passers, tempting us to pick them up and thumb through their pages. ohhh, yeaaahh – you know what i'm talkin' 'bout. on this particular visit, one book practically threw itself at me. i couldn't fight off the temptation and gave in to its request for attention. it was titled, &lt;a href="http://search.barnesandnoble.com/booksearch/isbnInquiry.asp?userid=2VJA2DG4W0&amp;isbn=1885535104&amp;itm=1"&gt;"guide to getting it on!"&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i laughed and pointed it out to kala, who eagerly snatched it off the shelf. the book was chock-FULL of illustrations demonstrating all sorts of explicit sexual acts and detailed drawings of body parts. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;now, i'm not sure what made us laugh so hard at this book… was it the idea that someone might purchase this thing, take notes and then implement the "lessons" on some poor unsuspecting soul? was it the frightful thought that there are possibly people out there who are incapable of figuring these things out on their own? or was it the disturbing fact that there seemed to be a freakin' CAT in every illustration, looking on while people were, as the author put it, getting it on? yes, i think the funniest and most disturbing aspect of this book was the thematic cat.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6595453-107884941982466906?l=fastsocks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fastsocks.blogspot.com/feeds/107884941982466906/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6595453&amp;postID=107884941982466906' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6595453/posts/default/107884941982466906'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6595453/posts/default/107884941982466906'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fastsocks.blogspot.com/2004/03/getting-it-on.html' title='getting it on'/><author><name>amyanne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09201274521325321643</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/137/951/320/amyblog.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
