<?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-8415394</id><updated>2011-07-14T13:36:46.776-08:00</updated><title type='text'>521 HIGH ST CTOWN</title><subtitle type='html'>Where all your dreams come true...</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://521highst.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8415394/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://521highst.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>MB</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10903430403505100230</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>84</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8415394.post-113149061419718429</id><published>2005-11-08T13:55:00.000-09:00</published><updated>2005-11-08T13:56:54.210-09:00</updated><title type='text'>WAR ON SHORE, a whole new level...</title><content type='html'>UM, I THINK THIS MIGHT CHANGE A FEW THINGS...&lt;br /&gt;NO MORE KEG STANDS...well at least not in the quad&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;November 1, 2005&lt;br /&gt;"War on the Shore" Set for Baltimore&lt;br /&gt;Annual Washington-Salisbury Showdown&lt;br /&gt;to be Held at M&amp;T Bank Stadium in 2006&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CHESTERTOWN, MD -- The hottest rivalry in small college lacrosse goes to a whole new level on April 29th, 2006, as national power Washington College square off against rival and three-time defending NCAA Division III National Champion Salisbury University at M&amp;T Bank Stadium in Baltimore at 8:00 p.m.  This year’s game marks the first time that the annual regular season showdown between the two teams, known as “The War on the Shore,” will be held at a neutral site. The winner of the game is presented with the Charles B. Clark Cup.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Sea Gulls and the Shoremen have met 37 times since the rivalry began in 1974.  Washington leads the series by the slimmest of margins, 19-18.  Last year’s “War on the Shore” drew an estimated 2,100 fans to Chestertown, while the 2004 game brought an official crowd of 2,808 to Salisbury.  The “War on the Shore” is consistently the most well-attended regular season non-Division I men’s lacrosse game. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“The War on the Shore,” is so named because Washington College and Salisbury University are the only two Division III institutions in Maryland's largely-rural Eastern Shore region.  The combination of small schools, small towns, and two of the most well-known teams in collegiate lacrosse gives this rivalry a unique flavor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In 2004, a new element was added to the Salisbury-Washington rivalry with the introduction of the Charles B. Clark Cup. Clark was a student-athlete, educator and men’s lacrosse coach at Washington College, and later, an educator and men’s lacrosse coach at Salisbury University. A member of the National Lacrosse Hall of Fame, Coach Clark led both institutions to national lacrosse prominence while demonstrating and teaching the highest ideals of sportsmanship, teamwork and competitive athletic spirit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This year's game in Baltimore is being held in conjunction with the Atlantic Coast Conference Championship Tournament, which takes place April 28th and April 30th at M&amp;T Bank Stadium. The Washington-Salisbury game on April 29th will be preceded by a high school double-header.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Washington College men's lacrosse team has won 542 games in its 64 seasons of varsity play. The Shoremen won the 1998 NCAA Division III National Championship and the 1954 USILA Laurie Cox Division Co-National Championship. The Shoremen finished the 2005 season with a 10-5 record and was ranked eighth in the final Geico/STX National Division III Coaches Poll.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Salisbury University men's lacrosse team has won the last three NCAA Division III National Championships and has won an NCAA all-division record 49 consecutive games. Overall, Salisbury has won six NCAA Division III National Championships. The Sea Gulls went 20-0 in 2005.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8415394-113149061419718429?l=521highst.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://521highst.blogspot.com/feeds/113149061419718429/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8415394&amp;postID=113149061419718429&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8415394/posts/default/113149061419718429'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8415394/posts/default/113149061419718429'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://521highst.blogspot.com/2005/11/war-on-shore-whole-new-level.html' title='WAR ON SHORE, a whole new level...'/><author><name>MB</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10903430403505100230</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8415394.post-112544134659331778</id><published>2005-08-30T14:24:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-08-30T14:36:41.276-08:00</updated><title type='text'>breathe me</title><content type='html'>Six Feet Under&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I got suddenly addicted to this show and it's soundtrack. I by accident caught the piece recollecting the last few years of the show and since then I've watched any available episode as well as the finale, about 3 times. So I've been listening to all of the songs on my mp3 diddy and got quite stuck on the last song in the finale, it's called breathe me by sia.&lt;br /&gt;So, I'm realizing I use the word "so" alot, but I GUESS it's better than saying "like". Anywho, the song has been stuck in my head and I listen to it in the car everyday, and I get home and apparently me and MSNBC are liking the same song. They made a collage video of the pics of the people being saved or trying to be saved down in New Orleans.&lt;br /&gt;Now this song that I liked listening to on the way to work b/c I found it to be a good driving song has become an anthem for the hurricane. And all I can see when I hear it are all the people waiting to be rescued from the roof...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My thoughts and prayers are with everyone down there, and across the nation, that may be somewhat touched by what nature's fury has brought us...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bren- have you heard from anyone in new orleans?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8415394-112544134659331778?l=521highst.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://521highst.blogspot.com/feeds/112544134659331778/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8415394&amp;postID=112544134659331778&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8415394/posts/default/112544134659331778'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8415394/posts/default/112544134659331778'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://521highst.blogspot.com/2005/08/breathe-me.html' title='breathe me'/><author><name>MB</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10903430403505100230</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8415394.post-112195857538980041</id><published>2005-07-21T07:06:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-07-21T07:09:35.396-08:00</updated><title type='text'>super update</title><content type='html'>hey there everyone,&lt;br /&gt;glad to hear lovefest was fun, sorry i missed it, but if there's a next year i'll be there.&lt;br /&gt;it's super hot here in the jers, i'm heading down to ctown area this weekend to hang out&lt;br /&gt;on my dad's boat, other than that, life is good. i just wanted to let everyone know that&lt;br /&gt;laguna beach is on during the day, so my dawsons hours just may now become laguna hours!!&lt;br /&gt;supppppppper.&lt;br /&gt;really, i'm bored on my day off.&lt;br /&gt;hope everyone else is just as bored--&lt;br /&gt;:O)&lt;br /&gt;mb&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8415394-112195857538980041?l=521highst.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://521highst.blogspot.com/feeds/112195857538980041/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8415394&amp;postID=112195857538980041&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8415394/posts/default/112195857538980041'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8415394/posts/default/112195857538980041'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://521highst.blogspot.com/2005/07/super-update.html' title='super update'/><author><name>MB</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10903430403505100230</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8415394.post-112111510305654322</id><published>2005-07-11T12:43:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-07-11T12:51:43.063-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Fest</title><content type='html'>Well, it was grand to see all the folks who turned out for LoveFest 2005. Courtney and I went and slept for nearly ten minutes in a damp tent, but still managed to enjoy ourselves. I apologize if we left abruptly, McDonald's and a hot shower were calling.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was good to see Lund, Jenn and Mike (I hope I got that right), Brandon and Lauren (I hope I got that right), Wisconsin Rick (I hope I got that right), Lauren Herndon, The Storke, Kelly Logan and friends, Carolyn and friend (sorry, I don't even have a &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;chance&lt;/span&gt; at remembering that guy's name), and a few dozen Phi Delt brothers who care less about campus politics and more about relaxing and calling each other "dicks." Good times.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I forgot you, GFY. If you didn't show up, you were missed. Mark your calendars for next year. If anyone has good pictures, post 'em!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And don't forget to check for ticks.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8415394-112111510305654322?l=521highst.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://521highst.blogspot.com/feeds/112111510305654322/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8415394&amp;postID=112111510305654322&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8415394/posts/default/112111510305654322'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8415394/posts/default/112111510305654322'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://521highst.blogspot.com/2005/07/fest.html' title='The Fest'/><author><name>Pete</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='12' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CsHyg8kuDDo/SLMG2rn3bdI/AAAAAAAAABU/0PjGgeEvfjk/S220/untitled.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8415394.post-111936831914817227</id><published>2005-06-21T07:33:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-06-21T07:38:39.153-08:00</updated><title type='text'>LOVEFEST 2005</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;hello all,&lt;br /&gt;so i just thought i'd stop in and say hello. i don't have any good stories unless you like ones where your bestfriend who is engaged hooksup with a married man who is singing her wedding song at her reception type stories. yah, go new jersey.&lt;br /&gt;i'm up for a postion in the OR of a local hospital, so if i get that job i'll be rocking the lovefest. if i dont then i'll be rocking nyc that weekend for work at my current job. either way, i may be there, i may not.&lt;br /&gt;it's a nice day out, i kinda wish we had a pool in my backyard, but we don't.&lt;br /&gt;also i have a sad addiction to kelly clarkson and the new foo fighters cds.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;also wondering if anyone is planning on attending live 8.&lt;br /&gt;i was thinking about it when pierre announced it on wmmr, but it seems all the bands coming to play are more the q102 type (all you philly peeps know what i mean)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;other than that,&lt;br /&gt;jenn- lauren &amp;amp; i voted you as "getting the most booty lately" award, congrats.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;later gators,&lt;br /&gt;mb&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8415394-111936831914817227?l=521highst.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://521highst.blogspot.com/feeds/111936831914817227/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8415394&amp;postID=111936831914817227&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8415394/posts/default/111936831914817227'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8415394/posts/default/111936831914817227'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://521highst.blogspot.com/2005/06/lovefest-2005.html' title='LOVEFEST 2005'/><author><name>MB</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10903430403505100230</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8415394.post-111901563366546762</id><published>2005-06-17T09:40:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-06-17T05:40:33.686-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Last Day</title><content type='html'>Hello again!  I have no idea if anyone even looks at this thing anymore, but I'm gonna post anyway...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today is my last day at WAC.  It's kinda bitter sweet, really.  Although I am certainly look forward to leaving Ctown, I've been here for 6 years.  I've even been working in Admissions for 6 years.  Before we leave for the day, Kevin said we are going to have a toast in my honor.  I know I'll probably get all teary...can't help it.  I'm a girl.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If any of you are interested in coming to town...next week is your last chance to have a place to stay at 501.  I'm moving out the 25th.  My sister is coming down Friday to help me pack, so you'll have to come before that.  Thursday night at Andy's should be a show if any of you are interested (or scared).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;July 9th...see you at lovefest.  Until then....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Signing off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jenn&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8415394-111901563366546762?l=521highst.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://521highst.blogspot.com/feeds/111901563366546762/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8415394&amp;postID=111901563366546762&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8415394/posts/default/111901563366546762'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8415394/posts/default/111901563366546762'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://521highst.blogspot.com/2005/06/last-day.html' title='Last Day'/><author><name>Jenn</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://img177.exs.cx/img177/2466/bloggerpic0io.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8415394.post-111772278808164092</id><published>2005-06-02T06:33:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-06-02T06:33:08.133-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Jenn's Update</title><content type='html'>It's been awhile, and I'm not even sure who checks this, but here's my Weekend Update.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Things are finally falling into place for me and I'm doing AMAZINGLY well.  I've got a new job!  Associate Director of Admissions and Financial Aid at Oldfields School in Baltimore!!  I'll basically be doing the same thing that I'm doing now, but I'll need a passport for my international travels (oh shucks), I might be able to help coach indoor soccer, and I can go back to school to get my M.Ed in School Counseling (probably at Loyola).  Also, after almost 13 years of being apart, my sister (who made settlement on her house in York, PA this past week) and I will only be 30min apart, in 2 different states!  It's the closest we've lived to each other in 13 years!  CAN'T WAIT!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My last day at WAC is June 17th (about 2 weeks!) and my first day there is June 27th!  Any of you in the Baltimore area, look me up!  As a WAC alumnus, I'll be able to keep my email account, but I'll also have the same cell number if you have it (the 302).  If not, email me and I'll give it to you.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Summer plans...like every summer, I'll be at the beach a lot.  Either at my grandparents house, or the new guy's :o)  If you make your way to the DE/MD beaches, call me!  And yes, I plan on going to Lovefest in July.  I can't imagine why I'd have to work that weekend, so I will see all of you fools there???  Lauren - are you still flying home?  If so, I can pick you up on my way!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, that's me in a nutshell.  I've had a grin plastered on my face for the past couple of weeks and I don't see it coming off anytime soon :o)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8415394-111772278808164092?l=521highst.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://521highst.blogspot.com/feeds/111772278808164092/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8415394&amp;postID=111772278808164092&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8415394/posts/default/111772278808164092'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8415394/posts/default/111772278808164092'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://521highst.blogspot.com/2005/06/jenns-update.html' title='Jenn&apos;s Update'/><author><name>Jenn</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://img177.exs.cx/img177/2466/bloggerpic0io.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8415394.post-111758386827176921</id><published>2005-05-31T15:54:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-05-31T15:57:48.276-08:00</updated><title type='text'>1000 bars</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;1000 Bars&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;One guys travelogue of a journey through 1000 bars in 1 year.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.thousandbars.blogspot.com"&gt;www.thousandbars.blogspot.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I think this may be a challenge for the WAC students...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8415394-111758386827176921?l=521highst.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://521highst.blogspot.com/feeds/111758386827176921/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8415394&amp;postID=111758386827176921&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8415394/posts/default/111758386827176921'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8415394/posts/default/111758386827176921'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://521highst.blogspot.com/2005/05/1000-bars.html' title='1000 bars'/><author><name>nooddle22</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-8415394.post-111540112673645720</id><published>2005-05-06T09:38:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-05-06T09:38:46.870-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Upcoming Event</title><content type='html'>Look for an upcoming blog about my weekend at the Kentucky Derby!  This should be a highly intoxicating time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BC&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8415394-111540112673645720?l=521highst.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://521highst.blogspot.com/feeds/111540112673645720/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8415394&amp;postID=111540112673645720&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8415394/posts/default/111540112673645720'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8415394/posts/default/111540112673645720'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://521highst.blogspot.com/2005/05/upcoming-event.html' title='Upcoming Event'/><author><name>Brendan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17919775109588881798</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8415394.post-111478748536472064</id><published>2005-04-29T07:11:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-04-29T07:11:25.363-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Believe IF you want...</title><content type='html'>April 29, 2005&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To the Washington College Community,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the wake of recent hazing incidents and subsequent sanctions against several fraternities on our campus, I wish to reiterate that the administration of Washington College is in no way seeking to eliminate our Greek organizations.  To the contrary, we are committed to protecting our students and want to preserve the positive and constructive aspects of the Greek system that contribute to campus social life, while discouraging activities that undermine our core values of community, civility, and respect for the personal rights, safety, and dignity of everyone on our campus.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Simply put, hazing is unacceptable on this campus, for Greek or any other student organizations.  It is also an illegal activity under Maryland state law, College policy, and the charters of all the national fraternities associated with our institution.  The steps taken by Washington College to rescind the privilege of special interest housing for two of our fraternities have been reviewed by national representatives and in every case found to be reasonable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rest assured that in upholding state law, College policy, and the standards of the national Greek organizations involved, we are working to preserve what is the essence of the Greek system and to ensure a safe and civil campus for all students.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sincerely,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bryan Matthews&lt;br /&gt;Interim Vice President of Student Affairs &amp; Dean of Students&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8415394-111478748536472064?l=521highst.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://521highst.blogspot.com/feeds/111478748536472064/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8415394&amp;postID=111478748536472064&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8415394/posts/default/111478748536472064'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8415394/posts/default/111478748536472064'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://521highst.blogspot.com/2005/04/believe-if-you-want.html' title='Believe IF you want...'/><author><name>Jenn</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://img177.exs.cx/img177/2466/bloggerpic0io.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8415394.post-111385261503361663</id><published>2005-04-18T11:30:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-04-18T11:30:15.033-08:00</updated><title type='text'>LAUREN HERNDON WILL BE HERE FOR WAR ON THE SHORE!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8415394-111385261503361663?l=521highst.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://521highst.blogspot.com/feeds/111385261503361663/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8415394&amp;postID=111385261503361663&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8415394/posts/default/111385261503361663'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8415394/posts/default/111385261503361663'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://521highst.blogspot.com/2005/04/lauren-herndon-will-be-here-for-war-on.html' title='LAUREN HERNDON WILL BE HERE FOR WAR ON THE SHORE!!!'/><author><name>Jenn</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://img177.exs.cx/img177/2466/bloggerpic0io.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8415394.post-111357052010007786</id><published>2005-04-15T05:08:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-04-15T05:08:40.100-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Last of Kibler Field</title><content type='html'>Saturday, April 30th: WAR ON THE SHORE @ WAC, 1:30pm&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#1 SSU is undefeated and we will undoubtably get our asses kicked, but it's a good reason to be drunken alumni and have some fun!  It will also be the last lax game on what we know as Kibler Field.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will be in town, and whoever decides to come to town is more than welcome to stay with me, but as you know, my sleeping space is limited.  If you plan on staying, bring pillows, blankets, beer, etc.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8415394-111357052010007786?l=521highst.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://521highst.blogspot.com/feeds/111357052010007786/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8415394&amp;postID=111357052010007786&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8415394/posts/default/111357052010007786'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8415394/posts/default/111357052010007786'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://521highst.blogspot.com/2005/04/last-of-kibler-field.html' title='The Last of Kibler Field'/><author><name>Jenn</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://img177.exs.cx/img177/2466/bloggerpic0io.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8415394.post-111342328982545713</id><published>2005-04-13T12:14:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-04-13T12:14:49.826-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Reminiscing to a whole new level</title><content type='html'>Ok, I'm the first to admit that it's fun to remember the good times and to get together to do it again every once in awhile.  But, is anyone else feeling like Drew Barrymore should have in Never Been Kissed when it comes to 521?  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I would like to agree wholeheartedly with Pete's #4.  I think it's time to move on....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8415394-111342328982545713?l=521highst.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://521highst.blogspot.com/feeds/111342328982545713/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8415394&amp;postID=111342328982545713&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8415394/posts/default/111342328982545713'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8415394/posts/default/111342328982545713'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://521highst.blogspot.com/2005/04/reminiscing-to-whole-new-level.html' title='Reminiscing to a whole new level'/><author><name>Jenn</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://img177.exs.cx/img177/2466/bloggerpic0io.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8415394.post-111333810699723195</id><published>2005-04-12T16:36:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-04-12T12:37:38.553-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Counterpoint</title><content type='html'>Bravo. Both of you. Good points. Well put. Quick counterpoint - I'm just playing devil's advocate here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Reading Brendan's post, it occurred to me that there are more similarites than differences between 521 and the Facebook. Maybe they shouldn't fight after all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. &lt;i&gt;People think both are cooler than they really are.&lt;/i&gt; Undeniable. 521 was a &lt;em&gt;filthy hole&lt;/em&gt;. Facebook, despite its name, is a faceless mass of social climbers (and is notably intended for undergrads, none of whom read this blog). Let's see them for what they are.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. &lt;em&gt;A lot of people have spent too much time there.&lt;/em&gt; The amount of time I wasted at 521 is incal- ... incalcalable. I could've gotten my degree in carpentry, bookeeping, or rifle repair in the Cousineau-classroom time I missed alone. Also, &lt;em&gt;I'm currently at work.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. &lt;em&gt;Friends vs. not friends. &lt;/em&gt;The point has been made that there are a lot of non-friends acting like friends on facebook. Were any of you &lt;em&gt;at &lt;/em&gt;521?&lt;em&gt; &lt;/em&gt;Sure, we remember the good times, but what about when people drank the good beer, or broke &lt;em&gt;everything, &lt;/em&gt;or crashed an ice block party and left with the tastiest schnapps? Nick Galloway had a key to my house. Who gave that to him?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. &lt;em&gt;Uh, we're old. &lt;/em&gt;There comes a time in every WAC students' life - for me, it was around 23 - when you see some jackass in lacrosse shorts stumble outside the orange fence holding a can of beast light, and just think "Maybe &lt;em&gt;I'm&lt;/em&gt; the one who looks like an idiot." You check your driver's license - or your facebook DOB - and realize everyone else was born after &lt;em&gt;Back to the Future&lt;/em&gt; came out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, this didn't turn out to be much of a counterpoint. 521 had its time, facebook is having its fifteen minutes. Enjoy it while we can, let's don't get too uppity or too sentimental, and keep in mind that good times tend to happen when most of us get together. See y'all at Lovefest, July 9, 2005.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8415394-111333810699723195?l=521highst.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://521highst.blogspot.com/feeds/111333810699723195/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8415394&amp;postID=111333810699723195&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8415394/posts/default/111333810699723195'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8415394/posts/default/111333810699723195'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://521highst.blogspot.com/2005/04/counterpoint.html' title='Counterpoint'/><author><name>Pete</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='12' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CsHyg8kuDDo/SLMG2rn3bdI/AAAAAAAAABU/0PjGgeEvfjk/S220/untitled.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8415394.post-111333156457805937</id><published>2005-04-12T14:38:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-04-12T10:46:04.583-08:00</updated><title type='text'>facebook this...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; font-weight: bold;"&gt;laxqu3692: YESSSSSSSSS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!   I LOVE IT.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Auto response from mbeth0 7: writing the best blog in the history of 521.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; font-weight: bold;"&gt;laxqu3692: I CANT WAIT&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;facebook...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;the end of 521 blogs as we know it...or maybe just for a week until we realize that facebook is really friendster which was kinda like AIM which is basically a way to stalk people you didn't know or to read your friends away messages while they do things, or at least say they're doing things, while you sit at your desk and read the messages they put up in their profile or in their away messages...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;JennCarey03: you have the 521 site on your profile...she'll see it&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;JennCarey03: you know she stalks...we all do&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;that right there is the problem. facebook is great, but there's a reason i talk to the people i do since leaving chestertown. i want to... and do i need more stalkers than i currently have??&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt; NO. so great, facebook comes along to bring us all together since leaving chestertown like they left ireland during the great potato famine...staying there will only make you insane and can in some way kill you. so i leave, thinking you know maybe one day i'll hear from that random kid in my med ethics class that wore platic flip-flips and sunglasses (jared ezra, you know that kid that i'm talking about) or some of the awesome people who endured through the pain that was deprospo's poe class that was only one night a week, and really all we did in there was drink, and perhaps talk about dp's scandalous actions...(ps i heart you know who). &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and so we come to today, the day when i get an email from facebook telling me that someone from wac has requested my friendship. well let's break this down. here's how i've classified friendship when it comes to facebook.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;a) did we actually speak for a total or more than one hour per week during the four years i attended wac&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;b) was it some place other than a class project where i was "forced" to associate with you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;c) did i know your phone number or perhaps your place of residence&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;d) did i talk to you when i wasn't completely wasted at andy's or the bird or if you were lucky enough, did you meet me at 521 high st, and did i kick your ass in a game of beer pong or caps...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;e) are you in any of my pictures or video&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;and finally&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;f) do you know where i currently live?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;i figure if you can't answer these questions without cheating and looking at my profile or looking on facebook, there's a chance i'm not your friend. so all of the energy that you put into finding my name on facebook is now useless- i will indeed reject you. sorry. but i have to lay the law down sometime...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:130%;" &gt;in the words of Michael P. Noonan "DEAD STAMP"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;521 for life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="" style="display: block;" id="formatbar_Italic" title="Italic" onmouseover="ButtonHoverOn(this);" onmouseout="ButtonHoverOff(this);" onmousedown="CheckFormatting(event);FormatbarButton('richeditorframe', this, 4);ButtonMouseDown(this);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;br /&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/8415394-111333156457805937?l=521highst.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://521highst.blogspot.com/feeds/111333156457805937/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8415394&amp;postID=111333156457805937&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8415394/posts/default/111333156457805937'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8415394/posts/default/111333156457805937'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://521highst.blogspot.com/2005/04/facebook-this.html' title='facebook this...'/><author><name>MB</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10903430403505100230</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8415394.post-111333330875763937</id><published>2005-04-12T11:15:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-04-12T11:29:58.933-08:00</updated><title type='text'>521 Versus TheFacebook</title><content type='html'>There was a violent rush, waves surged, water swirled around me. Ah, TheFacebook had sucked me in. Now, a mere six days later, I have dragged myself out, dusted myself off, and I have cursed in TheFacebook’s own face, ripped off its vanity-laden head, and spit down his neck.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here’s my premise. TheFacebook versus 521 High Street (The actual building, not the blog) in a life or death battle to the end.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know what, I don’t really need to blog this at all. 521 wins. In two rounds. We all know this already. TKO. Don King is thrilled. Vegas goes crazy. Don King and I for the first time in our lives are both simultaneously happy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But here’s why:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TheFacebook advantages in the fight versus 521&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Size advantage – lots more people fit on TheFacebook than would ever fit in 521 despite any couch arrangements done by ESP or using Pete’s room for caps.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Facebook’s Disadvantages:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Many long hours spent in front of a computer screen which has a debilitating effect on his reflexes, particularly his eyesight. Also, the late night hours leave TheFacebook very bleary and slightly paranoid.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Some of the people claiming to be friends, really aren’t. General sense of distrust and mild apprehension towards acquaintances getting too close.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;521 Advantages:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Many more interesting people are involved. Selection of the fittest – Jerry Brown, Pat Curtis, even Watercan to an extent (when he isn’t pounding Goldschlager). These guys could take you down. You won’t find Jerry Brown on Facebook.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Creativity - This really doesn't mean anything in a fight. But I feel like the 521 crowd were much more creative because we had backyard baseball, war, building obstacle courses for flip cup, leaving fake people made of drinking paraphernalia on porches, and of course, Jeff Colen and Carlton Hughes – The Dual Progenitors of Drinking Creativity – like Prometheus discovered fire, think Jeff and Carlton when you talk about drinking games. Also Jeff is naked a lot. And Carlton danced like a queen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;521 Disadvantages:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Most inhabitants are drunk from beer pong. Also, probably tired but not really showing any signs of wear. Also, rather bleary eyed. Possibly blood shot eyed depending who they have been hanging out with prior to the party. MB, I’m looking in your direction. Still, 521 is fun and excitingly drunk, not like Facebook’s comatose “I’ve been on the computer for 24 hours” state.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. There is only one bathroom.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Bill Ahrens and Mary have been fighting, annoying everyone except those that are too drunk to notice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Some people there, maybe we should not have let in. Some people get this. Some people won’t. I'm looking in Scott Walton’s direction.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First Round: Initial surge from Facebook. Lots of people, lots of arms and legs, what not. 521 momentarily stunned. Bell rings.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Round Two: 521 balances itself, anger wells deep inside, immediately identifies the weakest people by clicking on things like Drama majors, panic-stricken freshmen, people that live in the Spanish House – you see where I’m going.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;521 is triumphant. TheFacebook is a fad that will slowly lose popularity when another “Social Network” pops up and grabs our attention with its blinking lights and carnivalesque buzzers. But, I know and you know, that in the end, all we want to do is walk through the old door, see our friends from school, head to the keg in the back, and fill our red cup. As we gradually get drunk and watch and listen as hilarity ensues, we experience the memories that made us friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, I leave off with a toast I heard many, many times hanging out with all of you, with a small addition.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Here’s to the women we've met, and to the women we've fucked,&lt;br /&gt;And to those amongst us who've had no such luck.&lt;br /&gt;Here’s to beer in the glass, and vodka in the cup,&lt;br /&gt;Here’s to pokin' her in the ass, so she won’t get knocked up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's to all of you, and here's to me,&lt;br /&gt;together as friends we'll always be,&lt;br /&gt;but if we should ever disagree,&lt;br /&gt;then FUCK ALL OF YOU, HERE'S TO ME!"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8415394-111333330875763937?l=521highst.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://521highst.blogspot.com/feeds/111333330875763937/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8415394&amp;postID=111333330875763937&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8415394/posts/default/111333330875763937'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8415394/posts/default/111333330875763937'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://521highst.blogspot.com/2005/04/521-versus-thefacebook.html' title='521 Versus TheFacebook'/><author><name>Brendan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17919775109588881798</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8415394.post-111210851255335446</id><published>2005-03-29T10:06:00.000-09:00</published><updated>2005-03-29T06:01:52.560-09:00</updated><title type='text'>70 year olds playing beer pong</title><content type='html'>OH HAPPY DAY.&lt;br /&gt;My family held the 1st annual BRSBPPLA Beer Pong Tournament, with t-shirts and brackets and all of the jazz that could come on the day when we as a nice Irish Catholic family should have been celebrating the resurection of JC. Well, not so much. I did go to church but it felt more like a scene from "A Mighty Wind" then any form of church I've ever attended. I spent most of the time staring at the ceiling pretending that I was not there.  I didn't even bring home an "easter outfit" so I wore a nice all black outfit to church, stating that I was Terri Shaivo's funeral party. My parents didn't find it that amusing, but I did. So back to church...first problem, my parents decided we were going to a 8:45 AM mass, why I'm not sure but I think they placed bets about what children would make it there on time. Kevin is 0-2. He's now "missed" Christmas and Easter mass, but he's my mom's fav, so he's safe. Brigid made it at 8:47...so she was "on-time".  The rest of us were screwed b/c we were staying at my parents so we had no excuse to be late. Molly and I tried to think of some reason we'd have to be late or not go but none of our plans worked. Right, so we get into church and let me remind you that we don't do the church thing anymore, we've turned into the holiday catholics,only b/c the new priests are WACKO, and the old ones, well, you've heard about them.&lt;br /&gt;So, within 30 seconds of the 1st song, hymn, whatever starting we hear this guitar start jamming out. Molly was luck enough to be sitting next to me, and we at the same time turned to eachother realizing that we were suddenly in the movie A Mighty Wind...Molly looked to see if there were cameras somewhere shooting for the sequel b/c this shit was straight out of the first movie. Crappy singers thinking they are awesome to the tune of folk music. Grreat! Now we were completely distracted from church like the 3 year old sitting 2 rows ahead of us that climbed up and down the pew like it was a jungle gym. Molly claimed the boy was from Harry Potter world b/c he was dressed just like those kids and looked like he was 30 when in reality he was 3.&lt;br /&gt;So as time passes, and the priest continues to talk I found myself completely in a daze, and finally after 24years of attending church I was able to block out what the priest said completely, and then the folkies came back in. Molly and I played drums on the pew. They needed drummers, they were completely off beat. Brigid decided after mass she is going to donate her bongos so everyone can jam out during mass. I feel that bongos would make church THAT much more exciting. It's already so fun and exciting that I can't handle it.&lt;br /&gt;Okay,so we leave church running into one of my crazy ex-aunts who stole my cousins that goes to church. why, so she doesn't go to hell b/c that's where she should go.&lt;br /&gt;so we get home, set up beer pong central and get going. we convinced my dad's two older sisters to play. i'm going to upload the video tonight and i'll put it up here. you will all die laughing.&lt;br /&gt;i've spread the joy of college drinking to my whole family, we even included my younger cousins, my mom let them play with soda, and sadly enough they came in 3rd place. i think it's b/c they are short and could throw directly into the cup. oh, and the winners, not even the pros, not even someone who played in college. my two uncles who learned how to play on sunday 3 minutes before the first match.&lt;br /&gt;basically my family is out of control, and next easter will be the 2nd annual beer pong tournament and i'm inviting all of you to come play b/c i need someone other than my uncles to win.&lt;br /&gt;i'm sorry i didn't do well representing the WAC. Hope everyone had a great Easter.&lt;br /&gt;PS- I'm moving, so as of June 1, I will no longer be living in the crazy town of Newport.&lt;br /&gt;When I know where I'm going, I'll let you know!! ;)&lt;br /&gt;-MB&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8415394-111210851255335446?l=521highst.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://521highst.blogspot.com/feeds/111210851255335446/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8415394&amp;postID=111210851255335446&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8415394/posts/default/111210851255335446'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8415394/posts/default/111210851255335446'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://521highst.blogspot.com/2005/03/70-year-olds-playing-beer-pong.html' title='70 year olds playing beer pong'/><author><name>MB</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10903430403505100230</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8415394.post-111172496891364347</id><published>2005-03-24T19:27:00.000-09:00</published><updated>2005-03-24T19:29:41.886-09:00</updated><title type='text'>totally was going to</title><content type='html'>hi all,&lt;br /&gt;i totally was going to write a really great post and then i realized how i tired i am, but since i'm kinda on a spring break, maybe i'll write a mini story tomorrow!&lt;br /&gt;also, inquire with s.f. about her version of dave letterman's top ten.&lt;br /&gt;hah.&lt;br /&gt;it's almost easter, candy candy candy.&lt;br /&gt;-mb&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8415394-111172496891364347?l=521highst.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://521highst.blogspot.com/feeds/111172496891364347/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8415394&amp;postID=111172496891364347&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8415394/posts/default/111172496891364347'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8415394/posts/default/111172496891364347'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://521highst.blogspot.com/2005/03/totally-was-going-to.html' title='totally was going to'/><author><name>MB</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10903430403505100230</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8415394.post-111108531543696041</id><published>2005-03-17T09:48:00.000-09:00</published><updated>2005-03-17T09:56:56.916-09:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy St. Patrick's Day!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/299/2112/640/100_02692.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' style='border:1px solid #000000; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/299/2112/320/100_02692.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NPT St. Patty's Parade!&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href='http://www.hello.com/' target='ext'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbh.gif' alt='Posted by Hello' border='0' style='border:0px;padding:0px;background:transparent;' align='absmiddle'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8415394-111108531543696041?l=521highst.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://521highst.blogspot.com/feeds/111108531543696041/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8415394&amp;postID=111108531543696041&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8415394/posts/default/111108531543696041'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8415394/posts/default/111108531543696041'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://521highst.blogspot.com/2005/03/happy-st-patricks-day_17.html' title='Happy St. Patrick&apos;s Day!'/><author><name>Jenn</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://img177.exs.cx/img177/2466/bloggerpic0io.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8415394.post-110987942083032596</id><published>2005-03-03T10:50:00.000-09:00</published><updated>2005-03-03T10:50:20.830-09:00</updated><title type='text'>Riddle me this...</title><content type='html'>I stepped out of my house this afternoon to return from lunch and I notice a white van parked across the street, in front of the Catholic church.  A sheriff officer gets out, wearing a bullet proof vest and a big ass gun strapped to his chest.  He reminds me of the guys I saw in NYC standing guard in front of the World Bank.  After getting something from the back of his van, he rounds the corner of my house (onto Kent St.) to meet another officer.  The other officer is dressed in the same capacity in an SUV.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also notice that on the corner where my house is, there were three townies on the corner watching the cops' every move.  Ok, I know it was probably just some drug bust, but seriously...big men wearing bullet proof vests and big guns doesn't really scream, "Go outside and see what's going on."  Morons.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Welcome to Chestertown.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8415394-110987942083032596?l=521highst.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://521highst.blogspot.com/feeds/110987942083032596/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8415394&amp;postID=110987942083032596&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8415394/posts/default/110987942083032596'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8415394/posts/default/110987942083032596'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://521highst.blogspot.com/2005/03/riddle-me-this.html' title='Riddle me this...'/><author><name>Jenn</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://img177.exs.cx/img177/2466/bloggerpic0io.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8415394.post-110943058996883326</id><published>2005-02-26T06:06:00.000-09:00</published><updated>2005-02-26T06:10:09.626-09:00</updated><title type='text'>Among the lost we shall survive</title><content type='html'>Well Hello,&lt;br /&gt;I wasn't lost, I was traveling, for work- what a concept!! I was in the land of BBB,&lt;br /&gt;on a BBB retreat as Ali says. I have veru funny stories to tell, but crazy enough when I sat down to type out this story I got a call from my store and I'm going in b/c they have no customer service rep. GO ME. so I'll give you the highlights. Britney Spears and Beyonce both had live appearances and we were always drunk by 6:30am. Yes, AM.&lt;br /&gt;I'll give you all the juice tomorrow, glad to hear that Bday ball was soo much fun??&lt;br /&gt;-mb&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8415394-110943058996883326?l=521highst.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://521highst.blogspot.com/feeds/110943058996883326/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8415394&amp;postID=110943058996883326&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8415394/posts/default/110943058996883326'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8415394/posts/default/110943058996883326'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://521highst.blogspot.com/2005/02/among-lost-we-shall-survive.html' title='Among the lost we shall survive'/><author><name>MB</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10903430403505100230</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8415394.post-110931513231574206</id><published>2005-02-25T02:04:00.000-09:00</published><updated>2005-02-24T22:05:32.316-09:00</updated><title type='text'>where in the world is...</title><content type='html'>mary elizabeth brennan?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sing that to the tune of the carmen sandiego song.. seriously, MB where are you?!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8415394-110931513231574206?l=521highst.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://521highst.blogspot.com/feeds/110931513231574206/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8415394&amp;postID=110931513231574206&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8415394/posts/default/110931513231574206'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8415394/posts/default/110931513231574206'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://521highst.blogspot.com/2005/02/where-in-world-is.html' title='where in the world is...'/><author><name>steph</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-8415394.post-110902207228225735</id><published>2005-02-21T12:41:00.000-09:00</published><updated>2005-02-21T12:41:12.283-09:00</updated><title type='text'>Birthday Ball and Me - A Synopsis</title><content type='html'>Prelude: I am no longer accustomed to the effects of alcohol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Birthday Ball was a success in that I became inebriated and saw a number of people that I would like to see.  As always, it’s good to be in Chestertown, but not to live there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Post-birthday ball Jack and I met Ben White and Jordan at O’Conners.  This is relatively an uneventful bar trip considering most of the people there are lacrosse players or floozies.  I did have an argument with Frank about my tab, which I think I told him, “I don’t want to tell you how to run a bar, but…”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After that Jack and I went to breakfast which was a horrible idea and then I proceeded to start walking to the Comfort Suites.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I passed the Driftwood Inn, a voice yelled at me, “Where ya’ headed?” and I looked up to say, “Comfort Suites” to a police car.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The cop provided me with a lift, and I sat in the back seat.  I told him in my most Middle-Eastern Shore accent, “I’m appreciative of the ride, sir. It’s mighty cold out tonight.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He said he didn’t have much to do and it is cold.  I think I said something to the extent of “Much obliged,” and then he let me out of the back seat, because as I know (I have previously been in the back seat of a police car before), cop cars don’t have handles in the backseat to release the doors.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I walked into the hotel, the front desk clerk shot me a look that I will never forget.  He must have been thinking, “What a finely dressed gentleman that just exited that police car.” &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The only other funny thing that happened was when I met Steph Tavares’ Portuguese boyfriend earlier that evening.  Robby asked me where I had come from (I met him in DC last December) and I told him Indiana.  He asked what it was like out in the Midwest.  I said verbatim, “It’s got the same stupid Americans that we have out here.”  He didn’t know how to respond to that.  I then pointed at Este Ferro, motioning that I like him more than most of my white friends (No offense).  I’m not sure how much I had to drink at that point, but in retrospect, I imagine a lot.  The conversation then entered an awkward quiet time, and I chose to walk away, post-haste.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8415394-110902207228225735?l=521highst.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://521highst.blogspot.com/feeds/110902207228225735/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8415394&amp;postID=110902207228225735&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8415394/posts/default/110902207228225735'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8415394/posts/default/110902207228225735'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://521highst.blogspot.com/2005/02/birthday-ball-and-me-synopsis.html' title='Birthday Ball and Me - A Synopsis'/><author><name>Brendan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17919775109588881798</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8415394.post-110843240651760312</id><published>2005-02-14T16:53:00.000-09:00</published><updated>2005-02-14T16:53:26.516-09:00</updated><title type='text'>Chicago</title><content type='html'>is a crazy city.  I am in Evanston which I don't consider Chicago but still, its 20 mins to PC's apt, and I don't feel like driving down there.  I was walking to Barne's and Noble and then some guy started yelling at me.  Apparently, he is "Rambo," although he looks more homeless and less military like.  But he did say he had hands that were "lethal weapons" and he wants to "go back".&lt;br /&gt;I would like to watch Lethal Weapon again.  Anyways, I think the little girl walking next to me with her mother was less fazed than I was, but whatever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8415394-110843240651760312?l=521highst.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://521highst.blogspot.com/feeds/110843240651760312/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8415394&amp;postID=110843240651760312&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8415394/posts/default/110843240651760312'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8415394/posts/default/110843240651760312'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://521highst.blogspot.com/2005/02/chicago.html' title='Chicago'/><author><name>Brendan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17919775109588881798</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8415394.post-110779900011441113</id><published>2005-02-07T08:56:00.000-09:00</published><updated>2005-02-07T08:56:40.113-09:00</updated><title type='text'>A Valiant Effort</title><content type='html'>Don't want to say I told you so, Jenn.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, I'm sure everyone had a fun weekend regardless of the outcome of the SuperBowl.  I've had a fun week from Madison to Minneapolis to Grand Forks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I saw Jim Gaffigan in Madison.  He was quite funny, but he did like a twenty minute rant on Hot Pockets, which though hilarious, seemed like a long time to talk about Hot Pockets.  He was right though, they do suck.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also saw Chuck Palahniuk do a lecture, which was interesting.  He is alot nicer in person, and a lot less creepy than I had imagined.  I wanted to meet him, but I was incredibly sick, so I ducked out kinda early.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friday night I saw Colorado College beat the hell out of Minnesota State's hockey team.  I know very little about hocey - it involves skates and ice, and a goalie, who when I referred to him as a sieve seemed to show that I knew something about hockey, most of which is actually based on the Mighty Ducks movies.  I wonder what Goldberg is doing these days?  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I am going to the Prospect All-Stars game on Tuesday - which I have discovered is all the high school kids that have been scouted for Division I hockey or for the NHL.   Of course, the NHL don't exist right now, so it's a moot point.  Anyways, I'm going to the game and I am quite excited to see one in the Ralph Englestad Arena.  Regardless of my hockey knowledge, I like the game, and every once in a while, I know what is going on. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, 'life is good' and I am getting more and more excited to get home or at least out of the Great White North.  It's like "Strange Brew" up here sometimes.  Anyways, until then...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Take it easy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Brendan.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8415394-110779900011441113?l=521highst.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://521highst.blogspot.com/feeds/110779900011441113/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8415394&amp;postID=110779900011441113&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8415394/posts/default/110779900011441113'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8415394/posts/default/110779900011441113'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://521highst.blogspot.com/2005/02/valiant-effort.html' title='A Valiant Effort'/><author><name>Brendan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17919775109588881798</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8415394.post-110729124524545346</id><published>2005-02-01T11:54:00.000-09:00</published><updated>2005-02-01T11:54:47.556-09:00</updated><title type='text'>Tina you fat lard...</title><content type='html'> Hello all- how's life going? SO I promised Font I'd update, so here I am. There are a few things on the docket today. First, taxes. They are total crap, or the fact that I paid 3000 buckarooos and I'm getting jackshitpoop back. What's the point, and where is all of my money going?  Then they had the nerve to ask me if I wanted to dontate money towards the presidential election, I honestly hope they were kidding. Take my money and then ask for it back so a millionare can use it to make shitty commercials. uh, no thanks.  But I did try that turbotax thing, only because the commercial spoke to me, claiming to help the procrastinator. I felt compelled to see if it helped me. I think I'm going to shop my taxes around like Progressive and see where I get the best return...haha.&lt;br /&gt; Secondly, watched 24 last night. That show is way too addicting. I love how there's the jihad people, and then the son that betrayed his dad, the daughter of the head of ctu ends up in the hospital and that chick on the inside is going to help blowup the country, or something. i'm kinda concerned, it says the show is in realtime, so is this really happening on a daily basis in our country, every hour of everyday we have this HUGE dilemna of how to save the country and the world? I just really wonder if it's actually happening...&lt;br /&gt; Third, recent conversations with people have brought forth the idea that perhaps hooking up with someone years after dating someone that knows that person is now against the law. ESPECIALLY if you attend a small liberal arts college in Maryland.  That is now not known as hooking up with someone new, it's called betrayal and lying. Ha, funny. It's amazing.  I was under the impression, as were most folks that once you breakup with someone, hence the phrase break up,  that the relationship in question is then over. In some special situations these relationships find their way to working out in the long run...but that is a rarity. So, then dare you hookup with someone that knows that person, you run the risk of being labeled a liar OR even worse you've now gone and ended the world. But then I dare to ask, how is this to be, how can you be a liar if there was no betrayal-no betrayal because there is no longer a relationship, no longer a relationship because it ended, years before... BUT I've come to find out recently that it's against the law to dare hookup with anyone that someone might know... JUST WANTED TO CLARIFY THIS BEFORE Birthday Ball, so that no one gets in trouble... haha.&lt;br /&gt; And finally, this has been a topic of discussion for me over the last week- Did anyone happen to watch the Katie Couric special on teens and sex? What about 3rd base now being oral sex, or that oral sex is taking over school locker rooms and school buses. I just wasn't sure what has happend over the last 6 or so years since I left highschool- but apparently it's gotten to be much more fun...sex anytime, anywhere. AWESOME. any thoughts?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Also, TO announced he's playing...&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);font-size:180%;" &gt;GO E-A-G-L-E-S... &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8415394-110729124524545346?l=521highst.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://521highst.blogspot.com/feeds/110729124524545346/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8415394&amp;postID=110729124524545346&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8415394/posts/default/110729124524545346'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8415394/posts/default/110729124524545346'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://521highst.blogspot.com/2005/02/tina-you-fat-lard.html' title='Tina you fat lard...'/><author><name>MB</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10903430403505100230</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8415394.post-110666987619875506</id><published>2005-01-25T07:17:00.000-09:00</published><updated>2005-01-25T07:17:56.200-09:00</updated><title type='text'>Bud Light Presents, Real Men of Genius</title><content type='html'>Today we salute you, oh loyal Philadelphia Eagles fan.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You, for the past 24 years, have waited for your birds to return to the Super Bowl. Week after week you have sung the Eagles' fight song, spelled out your team's name loudly for all to hear, and danced along with TO.  You have thanked Freddie Mitchell's hands for being so great and God for the current weather conditions.  Others try to rain on your parade, but you preach a higher gospel - one team, one city, one dream.   So crack open an ice-cold Bud Light, drop down and get your Eagle on, and welcome your Eagles to Super Bowl XXXIX.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8415394-110666987619875506?l=521highst.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://521highst.blogspot.com/feeds/110666987619875506/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8415394&amp;postID=110666987619875506&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8415394/posts/default/110666987619875506'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8415394/posts/default/110666987619875506'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://521highst.blogspot.com/2005/01/bud-light-presents-real-men-of-genius.html' title='Bud Light Presents, Real Men of Genius'/><author><name>Jenn</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://img177.exs.cx/img177/2466/bloggerpic0io.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8415394.post-110659021630537616</id><published>2005-01-24T09:10:00.000-09:00</published><updated>2005-01-24T09:10:16.306-09:00</updated><title type='text'>Super Bowl</title><content type='html'>Anyone up for a road trip to Jacksonville?  It's a 13 hour drive from Ctown.  There are no hotels within a 100 mile radius, but I found some campgrounds.  Worst case scenario, we can sleep in the car.  And no...I don't have tickets.  And no...I won't be getting them unless I win them in one of the million raffles I entered my name in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And Brendan, yes, the Pats will probably win.  But, probably isn't definitley.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GO EAGLES!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8415394-110659021630537616?l=521highst.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://521highst.blogspot.com/feeds/110659021630537616/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8415394&amp;postID=110659021630537616&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8415394/posts/default/110659021630537616'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8415394/posts/default/110659021630537616'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://521highst.blogspot.com/2005/01/super-bowl.html' title='Super Bowl'/><author><name>Jenn</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://img177.exs.cx/img177/2466/bloggerpic0io.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8415394.post-110643993624956201</id><published>2005-01-22T15:25:00.000-09:00</published><updated>2005-01-22T15:25:36.250-09:00</updated><title type='text'>"The kind of legs I like"</title><content type='html'>So this semester has started with an unusual amount of traveling.  I started in Saint Louis, where I had the chance to see the Budweiser Brewery tour.  More importantly, I met all the Clydesdales and dalmations in the Budweiser Stables, which is one of the coolest places on earth.  Beer, horses, all in downtown Saint Louis.  Good times.  Saw the Arch - not exciting.  Had oysters.  That was Saint Louis.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next up was San Antonio.  I saw the Alamo and walked the Riverwalk.  If anyone hasn't been to a Dick's Last Resort Bar, you need to go.  Hilarious.  Texas was cool, but the Lone Star state - Jesus, the state is on everything, Bud Light, Coors, Miller - Toby Keith does commercials.  Went to Howl at the Moon too which was fun - mostly cause the old Texas women there.  They can drink, and dance, and smoke better than anyone I know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Steve and I are here in Madison (again) working with the group I put together with Ric this fall.  We went to Milwaukee last night, and about 3 hours before we started the snow started to fall heavily. Nevertheless, we drove through the blizzard and arrived in Milwaukee about 15 minutes before game time of the Milwaukee Bucks/Detroit Pistons game. The game was good, but NBA is all entertainment.  No fights obviously which was a disappoointment. We were pretty annoyed as a different tune played during each possession. The college game atmosphere is far better with the bands, school spirit, etc, according to Steve; I wouldn't know from WAC. Over night, Milwaukee received about a foot of snow, and it was still coming down when we left. We decided to visit the Miller Brewery.  I like the tours mostly because of the free beer at the end. Because of the snow, the tour was limited. We were able to watch about a ten minute film and have our samples of beer. Drinking at 10:00 am was not at the top of our priority list (things have changed), and we still had to drive back to Madison through the snow. We bought some souveniers and then went to Miller Park to have lunch at TGIFridays; nice but, not enough flair on my waitress, Lindsay, for the full Fridays experience. The restaurant is in left field and our table overlooked the snow covered field. The field is amazing and its architecture is probably one of the best in the big leagues, but I am still a Camden Yards fan. We made it back to Madison in good time, and it's time to get back to work. When I really thought about it, I've always pictured Milwaukee as a snow covered town, where the weather is miserable and the people are blue collared. It didn't let me down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Catch y'all later.  See some of you at the GW Ball.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Bren&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8415394-110643993624956201?l=521highst.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://521highst.blogspot.com/feeds/110643993624956201/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8415394&amp;postID=110643993624956201&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8415394/posts/default/110643993624956201'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8415394/posts/default/110643993624956201'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://521highst.blogspot.com/2005/01/kind-of-legs-i-like.html' title='&quot;The kind of legs I like&quot;'/><author><name>Brendan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17919775109588881798</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8415394.post-110606637946144791</id><published>2005-01-18T07:39:00.000-09:00</published><updated>2005-01-18T07:39:39.460-09:00</updated><title type='text'>E-A-G-L-E-S....EAGLES!!</title><content type='html'>Fly Eagles fly, on the road to victory.&lt;br /&gt;Fight Eagles fight, score a touchdown 1,2,3.&lt;br /&gt;Hit 'em low, hit 'em high, and watch our Eagles fly.&lt;br /&gt;Fly Eagles fly, on the road to victory.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E-A-G-L-E-S - Eagles!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8415394-110606637946144791?l=521highst.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://521highst.blogspot.com/feeds/110606637946144791/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8415394&amp;postID=110606637946144791&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8415394/posts/default/110606637946144791'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8415394/posts/default/110606637946144791'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://521highst.blogspot.com/2005/01/e-g-l-e-seagles.html' title='E-A-G-L-E-S....EAGLES!!'/><author><name>Jenn</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://img177.exs.cx/img177/2466/bloggerpic0io.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8415394.post-110606628983889599</id><published>2005-01-18T07:38:00.000-09:00</published><updated>2005-01-18T07:38:09.836-09:00</updated><title type='text'>This weekend</title><content type='html'>Well, I'm trekking up to RI again this weekend.  I can't leave on Friday until 4:30 (when I get off work) so I won't be up there until around midnight.  Hopefully I can be speedy again and get there in 6 hours, but we'll see.  I'm going up so I can meet a few people and find a place to live in Providence!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My 2nd interview went really well.  They are looking to sign on two more contracts (one with American Express and the other with Colgate).  As soon as that happens, they will be making a hire (hopefully me).  I could hear something as early as this week, but hopefully no later than the end of this month.  The owner of the company said that if it gets to a point where I haven't heard back from him, but need to make a decision, to call him.  That makes me think he doesn't want me to go elsewhere b/c he wants me!  Yay!  I can't wait for all of this to be settled.  I know I've probably been driving MaryBeth (and my family) insane.  Sorry!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FYI...since I made that previous post, the site has miraculously turned to a normal view.&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/8415394-110606628983889599?l=521highst.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://521highst.blogspot.com/feeds/110606628983889599/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8415394&amp;postID=110606628983889599&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8415394/posts/default/110606628983889599'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8415394/posts/default/110606628983889599'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://521highst.blogspot.com/2005/01/this-weekend.html' title='This weekend'/><author><name>Jenn</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://img177.exs.cx/img177/2466/bloggerpic0io.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8415394.post-110562560475549251</id><published>2005-01-13T05:13:00.000-09:00</published><updated>2005-01-13T05:13:24.756-09:00</updated><title type='text'>??</title><content type='html'>Does this page come up retarded on everyone's screen?  The side bar is not really on the right, but at the bottom?  How do you fix it?!?!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8415394-110562560475549251?l=521highst.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://521highst.blogspot.com/feeds/110562560475549251/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8415394&amp;postID=110562560475549251&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8415394/posts/default/110562560475549251'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8415394/posts/default/110562560475549251'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://521highst.blogspot.com/2005/01/blog-post.html' title='??'/><author><name>Jenn</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://img177.exs.cx/img177/2466/bloggerpic0io.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8415394.post-110546537294726619</id><published>2005-01-11T08:42:00.000-09:00</published><updated>2005-01-11T08:44:16.743-09:00</updated><title type='text'>Vitamin r</title><content type='html'> Hello All,&lt;br /&gt;I know it has been a while - when Font starts telling you to update, you know it's bad.&lt;br /&gt;Some of you spent your New Years with me...so... please correct me if I screw up any stories- my memory of the last month is not so great!!&lt;br /&gt;Well first, I hope everyone had a great New Years Eve/Day. I'd like to think that we celebrated for 5 straight days, started Wednesday night and ended Sunday night- and we've got the pictures to prove it! (if you want to see them, check out jenn's yahoo page- we're not posting them here) (TMI).&lt;br /&gt;So now I'll give you a quick re-cap of Wed-Sun. Here's hoping I can remember, b/c now that I started typing I've begun to realize that I might not know...but oh well.&lt;br /&gt;Here's what I remember. (Jenn will correct it all later)&lt;br /&gt;Tues: Jenn gets to RI&lt;br /&gt;Wed: I think I worked and Jenn went to an interview, then Jenn brought back 30 pk of Miller Lite and some champagne (woohoo). And Jenn &amp; I proceeded to drink the champagne at 3:30pm, and then drink the beer. Then Ali, Jenn &amp;amp; I went to OB's. Jenn made me do a carbomb, and a ton of stupid shots, and some Jaeger...(Ali left). Jenn &amp; I go home from bar at some time.&lt;br /&gt;Thurs: oh man. I don't know what we did in the day, but I know we went to the OB for late night. Jenn needs to fill this one in. Just kidding,  I think Brendan got here this day, oh yes he did, we played tourist at the bar, did some shots, drank some beer. Colin got here this day as well, which is why Ali left the bar the night before...early arrival at PVD.  We got wasted. *Note there are a bunch of really really funny things that happened during the day but I don't really feel like sitting here and typing it all out...&lt;br /&gt;Friday: NYE. I worked then came home to see MATTY G here. sooo fun and exciting. I showed him a ton of oldschool pics from WAC, he discussed how he forgot that Ali even went to WAC and apologized about it every time he saw her. THEN Ali's friends Matt, Becca &amp; Dave show up, we all hang out, drink, relax...We drank a bottle of bub, and hit up OB's (plus the whole 5 dolla holla cover charge)  and proceed to drink as if there were no tomorrow. I remember counting down to midnight and thinking that it didn't really matter that it was 2005, it meant that there are 75 days until Saint Patrick's Day. (hmm...drink much??)&lt;br /&gt;The next Day, being 01/01/05, we made a monster breakfast and drank bottles of champagne all day long. Matty G, Bren, Matt, Becca &amp; Dave all left.&lt;br /&gt;Colin &amp;amp; Jenn stayed longer.&lt;br /&gt;It was one of the best weekends of my life and thank you for coming to visit...next adventure is coming up here for 4th of July...NPT style!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hope everyone is having a good 2005 so far... Hopefully in  2005 we can suck some more people into moving up here... I think we've got Jenn, and I'm working on Lauren!!  :)&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/8415394-110546537294726619?l=521highst.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://521highst.blogspot.com/feeds/110546537294726619/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8415394&amp;postID=110546537294726619&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8415394/posts/default/110546537294726619'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8415394/posts/default/110546537294726619'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://521highst.blogspot.com/2005/01/vitamin-r.html' title='Vitamin r'/><author><name>MB</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10903430403505100230</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8415394.post-110537214822286786</id><published>2005-01-10T06:49:00.000-09:00</published><updated>2005-01-10T06:49:08.223-09:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/299/2112/640/2.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' style='border:1px solid #000000; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/299/2112/320/2.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;New Year's in Newport, RI&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href='http://www.hello.com/' target='ext'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbh.gif' alt='Posted by Hello' border='0' style='border:0px;padding:0px;background:transparent;' align='absmiddle'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8415394-110537214822286786?l=521highst.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://521highst.blogspot.com/feeds/110537214822286786/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8415394&amp;postID=110537214822286786&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8415394/posts/default/110537214822286786'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8415394/posts/default/110537214822286786'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://521highst.blogspot.com/2005/01/new-years-in-newport-ri.html' title=''/><author><name>Jenn</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://img177.exs.cx/img177/2466/bloggerpic0io.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8415394.post-110339692129054164</id><published>2004-12-18T10:07:00.000-09:00</published><updated>2004-12-18T10:08:41.290-09:00</updated><title type='text'>HAPPY BIRTHDAY MARYELIZABETH!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"&gt;Have a great weekend! I'll see you soon!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8415394-110339692129054164?l=521highst.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://521highst.blogspot.com/feeds/110339692129054164/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8415394&amp;postID=110339692129054164&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8415394/posts/default/110339692129054164'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8415394/posts/default/110339692129054164'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://521highst.blogspot.com/2004/12/happy-birthday-maryelizabeth.html' title='HAPPY BIRTHDAY MARYELIZABETH!!'/><author><name>Jenn</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://img177.exs.cx/img177/2466/bloggerpic0io.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8415394.post-110262278117421473</id><published>2004-12-09T11:06:00.000-09:00</published><updated>2004-12-09T11:06:21.173-09:00</updated><title type='text'>Flights</title><content type='html'>So, I'm currently looking for flights home for Birthday Ball.  Anyone know any good search engines for flights?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Bren&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8415394-110262278117421473?l=521highst.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://521highst.blogspot.com/feeds/110262278117421473/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8415394&amp;postID=110262278117421473&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8415394/posts/default/110262278117421473'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8415394/posts/default/110262278117421473'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://521highst.blogspot.com/2004/12/flights.html' title='Flights'/><author><name>Brendan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17919775109588881798</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8415394.post-110243490129905310</id><published>2004-12-07T11:00:00.000-09:00</published><updated>2004-12-07T06:55:01.300-09:00</updated><title type='text'>It's been awhile...</title><content type='html'>Hi! Ok, so I've neglected this site for a long time and I know that I am deeply missed. So...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. My tonsils are gone. I've actually had to shut up for the past week b/c I can't talk. I've been in Newark since Thursday night (it's Tuesday) b/c my doctor doesn't want me to leave b/c he said I'd be in so much pain I'd want to kill him. He lies. I'm fine. I want to go home. There is definitely a reason I don't live here anymore. Tomorrow I'm going home. I do get a week's vacation out of it though! When I came out of surgery, my dad commented on how after meeting the doctor, he understood why I didn't mind getting it done. Yeah, he's hot. And he's married with 2 kids, one of which puked all over his VW the morning of my consultation. Besides, he's a doctor and driving a run of the mill jetta? (No offense to those of you driving VW's, but you're not doctor's.) Next....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. I HAVE A JOB INTERVIEW IN PROVIDENCE, RHODE ISLAND, DECEMBER 29TH AT 10:00AM!!!! I'm being interviewed by the Senior Vice President of Operations at National Corporation of College Consultants (nc3.com). The only guy ahead of him on the food chain is the President, who has the same last name. I'm thinking father/son? Brothers? Don't know. Anyway, I'm definitely going to work it so I can get the hell out of Ctown. Of course, I need to keep things in perspective and not get my hopes up b/c I'm probably not what they are looking for, but wish me luck!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. I will be in Rhode Island for the New Year's festivities, whatever that may include, from Dec 28th - January something. Either the 1st or 2nd. Depends on how hung over I am on the 1st and whether or not I can drive home. MaryBeth...I'm sleeping with you, unless I get sexed out. My thoughts on the plans...the limo deal...kinda expensive. Bar crawl sounds fun and the most inexpensive. If possible, I'd like to hit up Beantown for a day while I'm there. Just to say. "Hi." Gillespie might be playing with us too. MaryBeth and I have both talked to him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. IF I get this job and IF I'm still in Ctown for Birthday Ball, it will be my last hurrah! So, if I'm there, you are all invited to play at 501 the entire weekend of Birthday Ball. I apologize in advance if I don't remember you being there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, that's it. Time to figure out what I can get into since I can't go home until tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8415394-110243490129905310?l=521highst.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://521highst.blogspot.com/feeds/110243490129905310/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8415394&amp;postID=110243490129905310&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8415394/posts/default/110243490129905310'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8415394/posts/default/110243490129905310'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://521highst.blogspot.com/2004/12/its-been-awhile.html' title='It&apos;s been awhile...'/><author><name>Jenn</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://img177.exs.cx/img177/2466/bloggerpic0io.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8415394.post-110192458891371647</id><published>2004-12-01T09:05:00.000-09:00</published><updated>2004-12-01T09:09:48.913-09:00</updated><title type='text'>NEW YEARS EVE</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;okay kids...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;what's everyone's plan for the new years eve action?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;everyone is more than welcome to come play in Newport, we are trying to figure out if we should go up to Boston (in a limo) or do the pub crawl/pay flat fee get drunk thing..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;as jenn so nicely stated, no of us ever know what we are doing today, none the less tomorrow, but if we want tickets to things we have to figure some things out, mostly numbers. our house is big enough for everyone to stay, with guests, perhaps you will not have a bed, but i wasn't offering those anyways..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;i was thinking maybe that the MD folks could caravan so that the cost is cut down, flying in will be ridiculously priced...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;it's an idea...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&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/8415394-110192458891371647?l=521highst.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://521highst.blogspot.com/feeds/110192458891371647/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8415394&amp;postID=110192458891371647&amp;isPopup=true' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8415394/posts/default/110192458891371647'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8415394/posts/default/110192458891371647'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://521highst.blogspot.com/2004/12/new-years-eve.html' title='NEW YEARS EVE'/><author><name>MB</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10903430403505100230</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8415394.post-110174484269217882</id><published>2004-11-29T07:13:00.000-09:00</published><updated>2004-11-29T07:14:02.693-09:00</updated><title type='text'>funny </title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.independentcollegian.com/news/2004/11/08/Forum/Heres.To.You.And.You-796393.shtml"&gt;http://www.independentcollegian.com/news/2004/11/08/Forum/Heres.To.You.And.You-796393.shtml&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8415394-110174484269217882?l=521highst.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://521highst.blogspot.com/feeds/110174484269217882/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8415394&amp;postID=110174484269217882&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8415394/posts/default/110174484269217882'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8415394/posts/default/110174484269217882'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://521highst.blogspot.com/2004/11/funny.html' title='funny '/><author><name>MB</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10903430403505100230</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8415394.post-110141355515293691</id><published>2004-11-25T11:07:00.000-09:00</published><updated>2004-11-25T11:12:35.153-09:00</updated><title type='text'>Turkey-free Thanksgiving...</title><content type='html'>As well as no mashed potatoes, no stuffing and no cranberry sauce. Actually, I'm probably going to have some pasta and texas toast...&lt;br /&gt;I just wanted to wish everyone a very very Happy Thanksgiving- and I hope everyone had fun in their respective places-- from Hawaii to Chestertown!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's raining in Newport, which sucks- but the bars open at 6pm, so I'll be heading there and having a shot of Wild Turkey with the bar back Mike b/c he's having T-day with his family but doesn't want to be near them any longer than he has too... to qualify the turkey part of Thanksgiving!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But, on the good news side, I did just book a flight home for Christmas- aka Dec. 23-28th on US Air for less than 80 dollaroos. Roundtrip, I think that's BRILLIANT!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, Happy Happy--&lt;br /&gt;MB&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&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/8415394-110141355515293691?l=521highst.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://521highst.blogspot.com/feeds/110141355515293691/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8415394&amp;postID=110141355515293691&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8415394/posts/default/110141355515293691'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8415394/posts/default/110141355515293691'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://521highst.blogspot.com/2004/11/turkey-free-thanksgiving.html' title='Turkey-free Thanksgiving...'/><author><name>MB</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10903430403505100230</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8415394.post-110100079234879007</id><published>2004-11-20T16:33:00.000-09:00</published><updated>2004-11-20T16:33:12.346-09:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/176/2413/640/IMG021.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' style='border:1px solid #000000; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/176/2413/320/IMG021.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;gotta love the bird&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href='http://www.hello.com/' target='ext'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbh.gif' alt='Posted by Hello' border='0' style='border:0px;padding:0px;background:transparent;' align='absmiddle'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8415394-110100079234879007?l=521highst.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://521highst.blogspot.com/feeds/110100079234879007/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8415394&amp;postID=110100079234879007&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8415394/posts/default/110100079234879007'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8415394/posts/default/110100079234879007'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://521highst.blogspot.com/2004/11/gotta-love-bird.html' title=''/><author><name>nooddle22</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-8415394.post-110064959750620842</id><published>2004-11-16T19:00:00.000-09:00</published><updated>2004-11-16T14:59:57.506-09:00</updated><title type='text'>PORK ROLL and CHEESE</title><content type='html'>laxqu3692: PORK ROLL is to JERSEY what DIRTY WATER HOTDOG is to NY&lt;br /&gt;laxqu3692: you really can't get it anywhere else&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyone else ever had pork roll,&lt;br /&gt;&amp; can it be compared ot dirty hotdog water?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;question of the day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ps- ask steph to write you a japanese poem.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;power hour is the best thing in the world. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;dead stamp.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8415394-110064959750620842?l=521highst.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://521highst.blogspot.com/feeds/110064959750620842/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8415394&amp;postID=110064959750620842&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8415394/posts/default/110064959750620842'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8415394/posts/default/110064959750620842'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://521highst.blogspot.com/2004/11/pork-roll-and-cheese.html' title='PORK ROLL and CHEESE'/><author><name>MB</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10903430403505100230</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8415394.post-110011278600858545</id><published>2004-11-10T14:00:00.000-09:00</published><updated>2004-11-10T09:53:06.006-09:00</updated><title type='text'>U2 craziness</title><content type='html'>So, heard today that a bootleg version of the new U2 album has made it's way onto the internet. I'm not surprised, nor do I think that anyone here cares. I just needed a way to start off my post. So, unemployment continues... Alison has given me the chance to go work at Sylvan Learning Center with her, but I'd rather bartend than do that- no offense to her. I just spent a good 2 years dealing with kids, and I'm spent. I've sent my resume out again- and I'm just not getting responses. My mom has yelled at me 2 days in a row to be persistent and call the places, but I know deep down that I just don't want a job. I love unemployment and doing nothing- although the cash flow thing is dangerous. I'm eventually going to apply to the bank o dad for a loan. I'm not sure I'll get approved, but it's worth a chance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Other than that, I've spent today walking down the street to see the ICE RINK that is at the bottom of the street. I think it's been about 7 years since I went ice skating, actually, maybe 10 so it should be really friigin funny when Ali &amp;amp; I go down there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This weekend is Ali's nephew (JACK) 's christening...trouble shall ensue. Joey and his gf are coming to town. Joey moved Ali into Newport and that weekend doesn't even exist in my memory anymore due to the amount of alcohol consumed, so I am sure this one will be so much more fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, I'm overrun with IMs right now. I can't blog and IM.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can't wait for mopplebobble's new post. Glad to have Steph back in the US.&lt;br /&gt;:O)&lt;br /&gt;-MB&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS- welcome Mr. Storke&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8415394-110011278600858545?l=521highst.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://521highst.blogspot.com/feeds/110011278600858545/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8415394&amp;postID=110011278600858545&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8415394/posts/default/110011278600858545'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8415394/posts/default/110011278600858545'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://521highst.blogspot.com/2004/11/u2-craziness.html' title='U2 craziness'/><author><name>MB</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10903430403505100230</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8415394.post-110003727719422338</id><published>2004-11-09T13:49:00.000-09:00</published><updated>2004-11-09T12:54:37.193-09:00</updated><title type='text'>What up?</title><content type='html'>Hey everyone,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I thought I would become official and throw down a "posting".  I hope everyone is doing well in their endeavors; I love checking this everyday to see what is going on with everyone, MB, your stories are the best.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Brendan, keep up the good work of representing MD Gamma, get those bastards in the MidWest in shape for me.   Oh, and yes I agree, the tennis skirt is the best invention since DVD porn.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life is good in D.C., there is of course an open invitation for visitors, just let me know ahead of time, because I have a crazy work schedule.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Storke&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Pete, tell KC to get off his fat ass and stop being anti-social, he can be at events and still be anti-social, Joey D has been doing it his whole life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8415394-110003727719422338?l=521highst.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://521highst.blogspot.com/feeds/110003727719422338/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8415394&amp;postID=110003727719422338&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8415394/posts/default/110003727719422338'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8415394/posts/default/110003727719422338'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://521highst.blogspot.com/2004/11/what-up.html' title='What up?'/><author><name>STORKE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08204771085711943831</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8415394.post-109968033421500322</id><published>2004-11-05T09:45:00.000-09:00</published><updated>2004-11-05T16:28:41.850-09:00</updated><title type='text'>Live from Lawrence...</title><content type='html'>Funny story from the battleground state of Wisconsin:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, I'm getting my car fixed in Green Bay, which is really cramping my style as a traveling consultant. I'm headed out to Minnesota on Saturday and the car is pivotal to me getting there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, so the mechanic needed to order a part from Madison. So he does. Well, I called yesterday and the mechanic said they have no idea where this part is. It was suppose to be delivered by FedEx by 10 am, but by 5 pm the guy hadn't showed up. Even more weird, the driver wasn't responding to the FedEx dispatcher. It's like he stole the damn FedEx truck. Just my luck. Some crazy FedEx guy steals a truck with my car's part on it. So, then, the mechanic says to me, "I think you'll find this funny later." Awesome, dude. I can't wait.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, I wanted to tell everyone to have fun in Chestertown this weekend. I hope The Roots concert goes well...it should be interesting at least. Pete, stay away from the Maker's Mark Manhattans. They're good, but its booze on booze. Bad chicken, mess you up!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also, tell Kenneth to stop hating everyone. I had a friend in college like that, wait, no, that &lt;em&gt;was him&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm home for a week for Thanksgiving - ye who want to meet on Western Shore for Thanksgiving Eve boozing let me know. Otherwise, I'll be in C-town at some point that weekend for a Bird trip, so maybe some of y'all will be around.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Later gators.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8415394-109968033421500322?l=521highst.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://521highst.blogspot.com/feeds/109968033421500322/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8415394&amp;postID=109968033421500322&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8415394/posts/default/109968033421500322'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8415394/posts/default/109968033421500322'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://521highst.blogspot.com/2004/11/live-from-lawrence_109968033421500322.html' title='Live from Lawrence...'/><author><name>Brendan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17919775109588881798</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8415394.post-109958595068995602</id><published>2004-11-04T11:29:00.000-09:00</published><updated>2004-11-04T07:32:30.690-09:00</updated><title type='text'>Sooooo...</title><content type='html'>Who, exactly, will be in Chestertown this weekend? Including current residents? I've heard rumors that people will be and won't be. I can only speak for myself and my two friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll be getting in, likely, tomorrow evening, barring disastrous bridge traffic that kept Storke and I in NASCAR traffic for three hours before Crabfeast. I will likely drag Courtney over the bridge on Saturday once she gets out of work. Kenneth C. Jones will not be making the trip, because he hates everyone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm assuming Brandy won't make it, since he's canvassing the midwest. Hey, how was life in a battleground state, pal?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also don't have a ticket to the Roots, so if anyone's got two to spare, I'm buying. Oh, and I also don't have a place to stay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8415394-109958595068995602?l=521highst.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://521highst.blogspot.com/feeds/109958595068995602/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8415394&amp;postID=109958595068995602&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8415394/posts/default/109958595068995602'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8415394/posts/default/109958595068995602'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://521highst.blogspot.com/2004/11/sooooo.html' title='Sooooo...'/><author><name>Pete</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='12' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CsHyg8kuDDo/SLMG2rn3bdI/AAAAAAAAABU/0PjGgeEvfjk/S220/untitled.bmp'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8415394.post-109941501915822951</id><published>2004-11-02T08:00:00.000-09:00</published><updated>2004-11-02T08:03:39.156-09:00</updated><title type='text'>VOTE OR DIE</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;go out and vote today!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;if you don't you have no right to complain about whatever goes down during the next 4 years...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#ff0000;"&gt;HAPPY ELECTION DAY! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8415394-109941501915822951?l=521highst.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://521highst.blogspot.com/feeds/109941501915822951/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8415394&amp;postID=109941501915822951&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8415394/posts/default/109941501915822951'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8415394/posts/default/109941501915822951'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://521highst.blogspot.com/2004/11/vote-or-die.html' title='VOTE OR DIE'/><author><name>MB</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10903430403505100230</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8415394.post-109893878825362096</id><published>2004-10-27T20:45:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-10-27T20:46:28.253-08:00</updated><title type='text'>red sox KICK ASS</title><content type='html'>that's it.&lt;br /&gt;they won,&lt;br /&gt;no more shit talking...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;RED SOX BABY!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and the celebration begins!!&lt;br /&gt;&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/8415394-109893878825362096?l=521highst.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://521highst.blogspot.com/feeds/109893878825362096/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8415394&amp;postID=109893878825362096&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8415394/posts/default/109893878825362096'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8415394/posts/default/109893878825362096'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://521highst.blogspot.com/2004/10/red-sox-kick-ass.html' title='red sox KICK ASS'/><author><name>MB</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10903430403505100230</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8415394.post-109880273238632909</id><published>2004-10-26T11:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-10-26T07:02:16.346-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Using all skills I learned @ WAC</title><content type='html'>I've spent all morning downloading music instead of finding employment. I'm making CD's for a few things...&lt;br /&gt;1. Erik is adventuring up here this weekend...he has NO idea that Ali &amp; I are pretty much out of control, almost worst than freshman year in Caroline. I had this discussion with Ali- I've never vomited this much in my life, not even in the days of MadDog &amp;amp; Steel Reserve. Newport, RI is certainly giving me an ass-kicking and I'm loving every single minute of it! Not to mention the advantage that we have up here- on Sunday Ali &amp; I were the only 2 gals in the bar watching the football games ( we don't have Direct tv or nfl ticket) - so being that we're chicks and watching football &amp; baseball,  2 guys felt it very necessary for Ali &amp;amp; I to do shots of Jose with them. Now mind you, I vomited at 12:40pm, and walked down to O'Briens less than 20 minutes later...and within 20 minutes of being there, I was doing shots of Jose. So we preceded to entertain the whole bar, that was filled with sailors with whom we've gotten wasted with in previous weeks. I believe we were pretty funny. I'd like to get the tapes from the bar. Let's say I made it to the beginning of the Red Sox game and "went home" to have dinner and such. Ali rocked it like none other and made it to last call. So needless to say, I'm sure this weekend will be "tons o' fun"... we'll take pics of the trouble as it happens and let you all see it here.&lt;br /&gt;2. 521 double-time reunion. we need not get into the details, but I'm sure if the reunion RSVP list stays as is, we might end up on stage with the roots. I just hope my liver comes out of re-hab before I get down there. I have a "family" wedding Friday the 5th. Hey, and maybe by then I'll have a J-O-B. Here's hoping. But I do love unemployment. I do nothing all day long. Oh, so back to the reason I was even writing this..so I'm finding all sorts of fun songs to make cd's for the reunion. I just needed to know if Steph wants any Britney on there...and dude, she's "leaving" the music world for a while, what's that shit?? And along the lines of great musicians, I can't stop laughing about Ashlee Simpson...I think that's great. Acid reflux my ass.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Really, that's it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jenn, here's a shout out for you...&lt;br /&gt;"Two points for honesty, it must make you sad to know that nobody cares at all..."&lt;br /&gt;and another thing, if I didn't have friends like you and Ms. Herndon, I might be in a looney bin...&lt;br /&gt;"If that's all you will be, you'll be a waste of time". People from "other countries, with girlfriends in other countries" are liars. :O) BLY!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's my ramble, Bren, hope you're okay--miss you too.&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/8415394-109880273238632909?l=521highst.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://521highst.blogspot.com/feeds/109880273238632909/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8415394&amp;postID=109880273238632909&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8415394/posts/default/109880273238632909'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8415394/posts/default/109880273238632909'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://521highst.blogspot.com/2004/10/using-all-skills-i-learned-wac.html' title='Using all skills I learned @ WAC'/><author><name>MB</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10903430403505100230</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8415394.post-109830370068277702</id><published>2004-10-20T13:21:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-10-20T12:27:19.053-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Crabfeast (or the remnants of the night before...)</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/299/2112/640/Pete.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: #000000 1px solid; BORDER-TOP: #000000 1px solid; MARGIN: 2px; BORDER-LEFT: #000000 1px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM: #000000 1px solid" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/299/2112/320/Pete.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pete - is this what you were looking for? &lt;a href="http://www.hello.com/" target="ext"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: 0px; PADDING-RIGHT: 0px; BORDER-TOP: 0px; PADDING-LEFT: 0px; BACKGROUND: none transparent scroll repeat 0% 0%; PADDING-BOTTOM: 0px; BORDER-LEFT: 0px; PADDING-TOP: 0px; BORDER-BOTTOM: 0px" alt="Posted by Hello" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/pbh.gif" align="absMiddle" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8415394-109830370068277702?l=521highst.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://521highst.blogspot.com/feeds/109830370068277702/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8415394&amp;postID=109830370068277702&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8415394/posts/default/109830370068277702'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8415394/posts/default/109830370068277702'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://521highst.blogspot.com/2004/10/crabfeast-or-remnants-of-night-before.html' title='Crabfeast (or the remnants of the night before...)'/><author><name>Jenn</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://img177.exs.cx/img177/2466/bloggerpic0io.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8415394.post-109830091964117134</id><published>2004-10-20T11:26:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-10-20T11:37:13.216-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Who will win?</title><content type='html'>I sense some tension in the October air across America, as the final hours wind down towards this competition. This time, it's about a fundamental choice. The lines have been drawn, and everyone, at this point, knows which side they're on. We've seen them go head to head before. &lt;em&gt;Millions&lt;/em&gt; watched. Each time, there was a clear winner. But those contests were only sideshows. This is the real thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the end, there will be only one winner, and the fate of a nation rests on the outcome. It's arrogance versus humility. An incumbent versus a challenger. The evil empire versus the comeback kid. Let's face it, they're both from the northeast, and it's money vs. more money. Who will you choose?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I vote for the Red Sox.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(The Phillies lost in the primaries.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GO SOX!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If they lose, I may move to Canada.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8415394-109830091964117134?l=521highst.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://521highst.blogspot.com/feeds/109830091964117134/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8415394&amp;postID=109830091964117134&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8415394/posts/default/109830091964117134'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8415394/posts/default/109830091964117134'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://521highst.blogspot.com/2004/10/who-will-win.html' title='Who will win?'/><author><name>Pete</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='12' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CsHyg8kuDDo/SLMG2rn3bdI/AAAAAAAAABU/0PjGgeEvfjk/S220/untitled.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8415394.post-109805993145487468</id><published>2004-10-17T17:37:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-10-17T16:39:05.766-08:00</updated><title type='text'>From Mr.Lund...</title><content type='html'>" Being Twenty-Something"&lt;br /&gt;They call it the "Quarter-life Crisis."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is when you stop going along with the crowd and start realizing that there are many things about yourself that you didn't know and may notlike. You start feeling insecure and wonder where you will be in a year or two, but then get scared because you barely know where you are now. You start realizing that people are selfish and that, maybe, those friends that you thought you were so close to aren't exactly the greatest people you have ever met, and the people you have lost touch with are some of the most important ones. What you don't recognize is that they are realizing that too, and aren't really cold, catty, mean or insincere, but that they are as confused as you.You look at your job... and it is not even close to what you thought you would be doing, or maybe you are looking for a job .You laugh and cry with the greatest force of your life. You feel alone and scared and confused. Suddenly, change is the enemy and you try and cling on to the past with dear life, but soon realize that the past is drifting further and further away, and there is nothing to do but stay where you are or move forward.You get your heart broken and wonder how someone you loved could do such damage to you. Or you lie in bed and wonder why you can't meet anyone decent enough that you want to get to know better. Perhaps you love someone who doesn't love you back, or worse yet, loves someone else. Or maybe you love someone but love someone else too and cannot figure out why you are doing this because you know that you aren't a bad person.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One night stands and random hook ups start to look cheap.Getting wasted and acting like an idiot starts to look pathetic.You go through the same emotions and questions over and over, and talk with your friends about the same topics because you cannot seem to make a decision.You worry about loans, money, the future and making a life foryourself... and while winning the race would be great, right now you'd just like to be a contender!What you may not realize is that everyone reading this relates to it. We are in our best of times and our worst of times, trying as hard as we can to figure this whole thing out.&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/8415394-109805993145487468?l=521highst.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://521highst.blogspot.com/feeds/109805993145487468/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8415394&amp;postID=109805993145487468&amp;isPopup=true' title='11 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8415394/posts/default/109805993145487468'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8415394/posts/default/109805993145487468'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://521highst.blogspot.com/2004/10/from-mrlund.html' title='From Mr.Lund...'/><author><name>MB</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10903430403505100230</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8415394.post-109787294590584158</id><published>2004-10-15T16:45:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-10-17T16:41:04.946-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Reunion Tours</title><content type='html'>For all of you so excited about the 521 Reunion Tours that occurs when you come into town. Yeah...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's fun and all, but, for me...IT'S EVERY FREAKING WEEKEND! Not only is there always someone rolling into town to relive their college years each weekend (which my body hates me for), but I live with Scott. &lt;strong&gt;Mr 521 himself.&lt;/strong&gt; I'm sure he'll have beer ready to go when I get home from work today. If I don't drink it, he'll angrily go, &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;"COME ON!"&lt;/span&gt; You know just all heard that loud voice in your head just now. Don't lie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And can I tell you that my house is a zoo? Seriously, I only have 1 cat. You'd think I had a ton of them. Jinx (Justin's cat upstairs), Rocky, Chachy, Cosette, and Skitz run around like maniacs. Insane. And they all drop 10lb shits in my litter box. Simone, I bought the Lysol plug in thing for my bathroom (you knew it was coming). Shit never smelled sweeter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, so sadness....THE STONE BALLOON IS CLOSING!! For the cool kids that were at my 21st birthday in Newark, that's the kick ass bar that we were at. Such a cool place and it's been in Newark FOR-EVER. Really sad that it's closing. It's a staple down Main St. So, I'm going there tomorrow night to do it up right.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One more thing....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;HAPPY BIRTHDAY STEPHANY FONTANONE!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; (It's tomorrow) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No sleep 'til Brooklyn.&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/8415394-109787294590584158?l=521highst.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://521highst.blogspot.com/feeds/109787294590584158/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8415394&amp;postID=109787294590584158&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8415394/posts/default/109787294590584158'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8415394/posts/default/109787294590584158'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://521highst.blogspot.com/2004/10/reunion-tours.html' title='Reunion Tours'/><author><name>Jenn</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://img177.exs.cx/img177/2466/bloggerpic0io.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8415394.post-109787141729119251</id><published>2004-10-15T13:12:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-10-15T12:16:57.293-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Election</title><content type='html'>Ok, I'm actually going to behave and not get into politics but I just want to say that I sincerely hope that everyone that reads this site goes out and votes.  I don't care who you're voting for, but it's really important to have a voice and vote for who you think is right...whoever that may be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;VOTE.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8415394-109787141729119251?l=521highst.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://521highst.blogspot.com/feeds/109787141729119251/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8415394&amp;postID=109787141729119251&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8415394/posts/default/109787141729119251'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8415394/posts/default/109787141729119251'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://521highst.blogspot.com/2004/10/election.html' title='Election'/><author><name>Jenn</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://img177.exs.cx/img177/2466/bloggerpic0io.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8415394.post-109759774759185853</id><published>2004-10-12T12:12:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-10-12T08:15:47.596-08:00</updated><title type='text'>OKTOBERFEST</title><content type='html'>Okay, I know I'm not in Germany and I've never been there- BUT if Oktoberfest is anything like the event I went to yesterday, I'd move to Germany for the month of October. Let's see, there was the yodeling contest, dancing, liderhosen (sp?), funny hats, everyone speaking a language I didn't understand one bit and a friggin tent full of beer, beer and more beer, And some food. I spent 3 bucks on a large glass that I got to refill at whatever place I wanted for 3 bucks, instead of 7.&lt;br /&gt;It was nuts. I must say that I need to let my liver heal before I head down to C-town...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How was everyone's weekend?&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/8415394-109759774759185853?l=521highst.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://521highst.blogspot.com/feeds/109759774759185853/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8415394&amp;postID=109759774759185853&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8415394/posts/default/109759774759185853'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8415394/posts/default/109759774759185853'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://521highst.blogspot.com/2004/10/oktoberfest.html' title='OKTOBERFEST'/><author><name>MB</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10903430403505100230</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8415394.post-109733484871538303</id><published>2004-10-09T11:15:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-10-09T07:14:08.716-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I own a timber company?</title><content type='html'>Hello all, and a happy Saturday morning!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Note, the opinions expressed here are not those of the entire 521 High St crew, so there.&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'd like to admit that I spent last night at home watching the Presidential Debate for two reasons. One, I was friggin exhausted from work and two, I kinda think this is the most important election of our lifetime. I enjoyed watching both canidates skate around questions, for example, GW being asked about the 3 mistakes he made &amp; his answer being his appoinments, LAME. At least admit you fucked up, then people might re-elect you. &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Brit Hume: "Is it now fair to say that in each of these debates in terms of marshaling arguments, and remembering them and presenting them that this is something John Kerry has proved he is very good at. And that it doesn't play to the president's strong suit." [Fox News Channel, 10/8/04]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt; I'm going to go ahead and say that if someone who is employed by FOX NEWS has the balls to say that John Kerry did a good job in making the president look stupid, he's doing something right. I did enjoy watching GW smirk at himself and try to play the comedy card, although I don't think he should try out for last comic standing anytime soon. And indeed he has no clue what he owns...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Peter Jennings, 10:50pm: Mr. Bush looked up and said "I own a timber company?" And we all sort of looked at one another and said who was right? Well it turns out Senator Kerry was right. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;(I'm very sure that Ms. Carey will have a bit to say on this blog) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I then enjoyed the question of stem cell research and both sides had points BUT... If GW had attended WAC he could have had the chance to take MEDICAL ETHICS with D. NEWELL and he then could have learned the idea of ethics in medicine and research. I do believe that he attended one of those yuppy schools up here in the Northeast, and didn't really learn anything but how to do drugs. Opps, sorry.&lt;br /&gt;Moral of the story, both canidates have thier own large suitcases of baggage but we need to figure out who can really fix the mess we've gotten into in the Middle East and all over the world BUT&lt;br /&gt;This is the most important election that we as young adults, students, parents, children and United States citizens will ever participate in. The ideological shift that has taken place in the last four years has been one that has seen our nation become despised diplomatically and has further endangered our citizens worldwide. We have become a nation that has created an isolationist character in foreign policy and an outsourcing policy with our economy, with corporate greed sending jobs to other countries; jobs that Americans are capable of filling, but profit is more important. I see many people who have decided that one candidate is better than the other because, you think he is a down home country boy, or because he talks a tough game and has decided to wage a unilateral war against a country that was nary a threat to us. I implore that when voting, think about the issues affecting you and this world in the future and vote accordingly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's my piece on politics and I'm sticking to it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://whitehousewest.com"&gt;http://whitehousewest.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vote Kerry/Edwards so I don't have to move to NZ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-MB&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8415394-109733484871538303?l=521highst.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://521highst.blogspot.com/feeds/109733484871538303/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8415394&amp;postID=109733484871538303&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8415394/posts/default/109733484871538303'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8415394/posts/default/109733484871538303'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://521highst.blogspot.com/2004/10/i-own-timber-company.html' title='I own a timber company?'/><author><name>MB</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10903430403505100230</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8415394.post-109734744441406361</id><published>2004-10-09T10:44:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-10-09T10:44:04.416-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Drinking since drinking.</title><content type='html'>So it's Saturday morning and I am, well, frankly hungover.  We went out in Madison last night and I guess Wisconsin beer is similar to its Canadian neighbors.  The Bacardi girls were there and gave us beads like for Mardi Gras.  We tore them apart and played a scaled-down version of Beer Pong at the bar.  That was fun.  The Axe girls showed up too but that was less fun.  The girl that came over to us was from Belarus, which I think is one of those hideous Eastern European countries from the former Soviet Union.  She was pretty.  The samples she left were sprayed and just led to a coughing fit for all us so I can't say she was very much appreciated.   Nothing else exciting from last night except I was told that I have a nice belt buckle.  When that happened I was pretty bleary-eyed, but I do remember uttering a "Thank You."  At least, I hope I said thank you.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, I googled my name this morning, and it turns out that Brendan Cunningham has been in the news a lot lately...  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In Illinois, I was involved in the melee after Mark McGwire hit his 62nd homerun and subsequently was involved in a lawsuit apparently.  I think I retained possession of the ball for some time, but returned to the crazy world of mortgage brokering and my suburban Chicago home.  I would have liked to see a picture of my wife, but no such luck.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In Annapolis, I am a professor at the Naval Academy.  There is no mention of any other Brendan Cunningham's frequenting the Annapolis area.  A severe oversight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In New York, I am a real estate agent and have published a book about how to buy and sell a house.  I appear at Borders Bookstore regularly to autograph said book.  I have been selling homes now for 22 years, which is a remarkable feat considering I was born in 1982.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At the University of Portland, I am a NCAA Tennis star!  Pete can attest to my powerful back hand on the court.  At Northwestern in Chicago, I run track.  Anyone who has seen me run, knows the raw natural ability I contain.  In Savannah, I sat out on the 2nd round of the Legends of Golf Tournament.  No idea why or how the rest of the tournament went, but overall I was impressed that I was involved in a &lt;em&gt;Legends of Golf &lt;/em&gt;tournament.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In October of 2000, I posted third at the CenturyTel Ottwa 3 Club Rally.  This led to victories in Maine as well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And apparently, I am also a rugby player in Ireland.  No. 8.  Possibly the coolest Brendan Cunningham.  Steph will agree.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All right, there's more, but this really isn't as humorous as I thought it would be.  Thanks for reading anyways.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Beat Bush and Kerry Us into the Future!" - An elegant slogan chalked on the sidewalk in Madison&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Fuck Bush" - also chalked in Madison, more to the point than the former.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vote Kerry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&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/8415394-109734744441406361?l=521highst.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://521highst.blogspot.com/feeds/109734744441406361/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8415394&amp;postID=109734744441406361&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8415394/posts/default/109734744441406361'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8415394/posts/default/109734744441406361'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://521highst.blogspot.com/2004/10/drinking-since-drinking.html' title='Drinking since drinking.'/><author><name>Brendan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17919775109588881798</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8415394.post-109724986150343982</id><published>2004-10-08T07:34:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-10-08T07:37:41.503-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Legendary Roots Crew</title><content type='html'>Alright, So Washington College finally cowboyed up and hired a real band to play. They managed to attract the Roots from their Illadelph home to play in the whitest of white college towns on a Saturday night in November, 11/6.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm up for it, if just to see the look on ?uestlove's face when he looks out into the sea of honkies in the capital of crackerville, right in the Lifetime Fitness Center.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyone else in?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8415394-109724986150343982?l=521highst.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://521highst.blogspot.com/feeds/109724986150343982/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8415394&amp;postID=109724986150343982&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8415394/posts/default/109724986150343982'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8415394/posts/default/109724986150343982'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://521highst.blogspot.com/2004/10/legendary-roots-crew.html' title='The Legendary Roots Crew'/><author><name>Pete</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='12' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CsHyg8kuDDo/SLMG2rn3bdI/AAAAAAAAABU/0PjGgeEvfjk/S220/untitled.bmp'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8415394.post-109719582630224866</id><published>2004-10-07T16:37:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-10-07T16:37:06.303-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Bugaboo.</title><content type='html'>What is the violin in the Upper 8 story?  I don't think I've ever heard of this.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8415394-109719582630224866?l=521highst.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://521highst.blogspot.com/feeds/109719582630224866/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8415394&amp;postID=109719582630224866&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8415394/posts/default/109719582630224866'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8415394/posts/default/109719582630224866'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://521highst.blogspot.com/2004/10/bugaboo.html' title='Bugaboo.'/><author><name>Brendan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17919775109588881798</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8415394.post-109699641081475938</id><published>2004-10-05T13:02:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-10-05T09:13:30.813-08:00</updated><title type='text'>the day after yesterday</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;This is going to be a fun one, I can feel it. I'd love to go ahead and describe my our of control weekend, BUT, I'll spare that one. I will however say that I represented very well for WAC and Philadelphia- showing that my training in binge drinking really pays off. And the Eagles won, so staying at the bar from 1pm to 1am on Sunday really just made sense at the time. Ali and I got a combined 10 hours of sleep from Friday night to Sunday night, well Monday morning. Great times, and more of a reason for everyone to move up here. It's just that fun.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;So Steph got me thinking, what ever happened to some people who we knew way back when...as in 1999-2002. Those that we did see and then they fell off the face of the earth. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;I can think of a few...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;1. Jim Marcheeeesi - last i knew he was being a rockstar- HA. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;2. Kereth Withey (I know she got married a few weeks ago, Petrone is upset, I'm sure)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;3. Luke Brown - Per Gretchen, he's alive and in Philly&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;4. Al Jordan - no idea&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;4 people who have fallen off the face of the earth known as 521.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;OH- ps- HAPPY 23 to JENNIFER CAREY, a day late, but it's here ... (youngin)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8415394-109699641081475938?l=521highst.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://521highst.blogspot.com/feeds/109699641081475938/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8415394&amp;postID=109699641081475938&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8415394/posts/default/109699641081475938'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8415394/posts/default/109699641081475938'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://521highst.blogspot.com/2004/10/day-after-yesterday.html' title='the day after yesterday'/><author><name>MB</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10903430403505100230</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8415394.post-109676086275029371</id><published>2004-10-02T20:01:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-10-02T15:47:42.750-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Liver Killing</title><content type='html'>I really think my liver hates me. Ali and I hit up the bars late night, did 3 shots of Jaeger (sorry, I'm not sure of the correct spelling) in 10 mins and drank a butt-load of beers in two hours. We were so drunk that we got up and sang the pina colada song. Apparently OBriens caught on to my change in schedule and decided to move karaoke night to Friday so I can continue to enjoy my weekly adventure to karaoke night. LOVE IT. Anywho, back to the liver killing- I'm confused as to why I can't be like everyone else and vomit when returning from the bar, at the bar, or early the next morning. I woke up at 10:30 this morning and my vomit adventure hangover didn't kick in until 4:00pm. This is NOT making any sense.&lt;br /&gt;Oh well, I'm off to shower and go out to the Boom Boom Room.&lt;br /&gt;Boom Boom.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8415394-109676086275029371?l=521highst.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://521highst.blogspot.com/feeds/109676086275029371/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8415394&amp;postID=109676086275029371&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8415394/posts/default/109676086275029371'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8415394/posts/default/109676086275029371'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://521highst.blogspot.com/2004/10/liver-killing.html' title='Liver Killing'/><author><name>MB</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10903430403505100230</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8415394.post-109657541321445206</id><published>2004-09-30T16:18:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-09-30T12:19:24.183-08:00</updated><title type='text'>"Adults are just obsolete children, and to hell with them," Dr. Seuss.</title><content type='html'>Ok, so no matter how old we get (not that any of us are old) it's a common agreement that we're not really growing up yet. If you want to disagree with me, ask yourself what you did the last time you were in C-town. Yeah....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, for our next reunion excursion, does anyone have any crazy antics planned for New Years? There are some of us (definitely me and MaryBeth, possibly Simone) that will be in Boston for an evening of debauchery. Anyone care to join us? I'm going up early and staying in the great little state of Rhode Island with my favorite Thing One, then we are planning on getting a room for New Year's in Beantown. Yes, it will cost an arm and a leg, but if we split it, it's nothing. Granted, we might want to pay cash as opposed to a credit card (if possible) b/c we all know which of us fools will wind up wrecking the place. My guess is that will probably be a Phi Delt. We might have to put you guys in straight jackets before you enter the room. Don't worry, we'll equip you with a beer helmet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Any takers? It's early, so save your pennies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8415394-109657541321445206?l=521highst.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://521highst.blogspot.com/feeds/109657541321445206/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8415394&amp;postID=109657541321445206&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8415394/posts/default/109657541321445206'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8415394/posts/default/109657541321445206'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://521highst.blogspot.com/2004/09/adults-are-just-obsolete-children-and.html' title='&quot;Adults are just obsolete children, and to hell with them,&quot; Dr. Seuss.'/><author><name>Jenn</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://img177.exs.cx/img177/2466/bloggerpic0io.jpg'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8415394.post-109657420671341585</id><published>2004-09-30T14:54:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-09-30T12:08:35.610-08:00</updated><title type='text'>LOST!! IF FOUND PLEASE CALL</title><content type='html'>Sorry for the intrusion, but has ANYONE seen my save 521 glass?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you know where it is, a reward will be offered.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also, where the hell is Simone?  I know she can't spell, but that's no reason for her not to be around.  Maybe she is picking cotton in the fields.  This is a 4:30 in the morning on the way to Waffle House joke.  Not a racist one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyone remember when we had to escape Jenn Carey, cause she was going to kill us?  It's not my fault your cat takes 10lb shits in the litter box and we have to evacuate.  Dude, what ever happened to the obstacle course we set up in your kitchen?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God, that was a great weekend.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8415394-109657420671341585?l=521highst.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://521highst.blogspot.com/feeds/109657420671341585/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8415394&amp;postID=109657420671341585&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8415394/posts/default/109657420671341585'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8415394/posts/default/109657420671341585'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://521highst.blogspot.com/2004/09/lost-if-found-please-call.html' title='LOST!! IF FOUND PLEASE CALL'/><author><name>steph</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-8415394.post-109655568080361189</id><published>2004-09-30T10:50:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-09-30T06:48:00.803-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Definitely NOT in Milwaukee</title><content type='html'>Sorry, Brendan, but I never made it to Milwaukee.  I've been assed out on my couch for the past couple of days...it's been fun! Ha.  Anyway, hope you're having a great time up there.  Maybe I'll see you around this weekend in Ctown?  Who else is planning on rolling back into town this weekend?  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also, I ended my contract with crappy sprint.  I'm IN!  Are you? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who is Anonymous?  Show yourself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8415394-109655568080361189?l=521highst.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://521highst.blogspot.com/feeds/109655568080361189/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8415394&amp;postID=109655568080361189&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8415394/posts/default/109655568080361189'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8415394/posts/default/109655568080361189'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://521highst.blogspot.com/2004/09/definitely-not-in-milwaukee.html' title='Definitely NOT in Milwaukee'/><author><name>Jenn</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://img177.exs.cx/img177/2466/bloggerpic0io.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8415394.post-109624099861381841</id><published>2004-09-26T15:14:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-09-26T15:23:18.613-08:00</updated><title type='text'>80 miles north of crab heaven</title><content type='html'>Hello All, I'm sitting at my parents getting drunk. It's actually a continuation of yesterday's adventure de surprise for my dad. He was stunned, it was great. I'll put up a pic of his face, it's priceless. HOW WAS C-TOWN???? I got a quick message from Mr. Lund who was driving north and busy, (not very surprising).&lt;br /&gt;I'd just like to know if anyone else has flown on Southwest recently... I feel like I should buy stock in the company.  I fly them in a religous manner. The whole less than 80 dollar roundtrip thing works well with my awesome income...but really. I'm in Providence waiting for my flight at TGIFridays (drinking a few 22 oz.-ers) and it turns out all almost 20 people waiting at the bar were on my flight (I wasn't that surprised) . SO all of us are a little bit way past wasted and then we come to the realization as we're walking towards the lines to get on the plane that there's a chance that the "Airline" tv show might be there &amp; we may be "those drunk assholes" on national television. LUCKILY, not so much. But I did meet some interesting people...&lt;br /&gt;As for everything else, I think my liver is back in style. I drank my ass off= only top shelf,only vodka tonics and cosmos-- and I did not  yack my ass off this morning. And then after the "party" that actually continued back to my parents house with a caterer and everything we moved on to the beer and wine, thus I SHOULD HAVE VOMITTED AWESOMELY.  But, no such luck. I tried. Anyway, I hope this weekend was a fun ball of shit for everyone, I'm flying back north tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;I shall return to this wonderful area of the northeast November 5th for a fun filled family wedding. My liver is counting down!&lt;br /&gt;-MUCH LOVE,&lt;br /&gt;mb&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8415394-109624099861381841?l=521highst.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://521highst.blogspot.com/feeds/109624099861381841/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8415394&amp;postID=109624099861381841&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8415394/posts/default/109624099861381841'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8415394/posts/default/109624099861381841'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://521highst.blogspot.com/2004/09/80-miles-north-of-crab-heaven.html' title='80 miles north of crab heaven'/><author><name>MB</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10903430403505100230</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8415394.post-109589908195699752</id><published>2004-09-22T20:23:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-09-22T16:24:41.956-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Crabfeast</title><content type='html'>Hey everyone,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess I'll join the cool kids and throw up some words on here. Rumor has it that a number of people are coming into town this weekend, but I won't be here. Sad. Hopefully you'll be coming in Friday night b/c I leave Saturday morning for the great place called Long Island. I don't mind driving hungover. If you need a place to stay this weekend, let me know. There seems to be a limited supply of cool kids living in town, so I'm sure sleeping room is at a minimum. Scott and I are both at 501...so close to 521.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And if you're ever thinking of moving back to this area...DON'T. IT SUCKS. It's fun to come back and reminisce and act like asses for a weekend, but you by no means want to live here...unless you're retired. For those of you that aren't living here...FIND ME A J-O-B! I'm currently in the market to live in MD (the real side), Rhode Island, Chicago, or Georgia. I know of 3 definite job openings in Montgomery County, MD for next school year so that has some real potential, but anything is possible right now. First one to say "You're hired" is where I'll go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GO EAGLES!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8415394-109589908195699752?l=521highst.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://521highst.blogspot.com/feeds/109589908195699752/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8415394&amp;postID=109589908195699752&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8415394/posts/default/109589908195699752'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8415394/posts/default/109589908195699752'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://521highst.blogspot.com/2004/09/crabfeast.html' title='Crabfeast'/><author><name>Jenn</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://img177.exs.cx/img177/2466/bloggerpic0io.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8415394.post-109586708787130166</id><published>2004-09-22T07:29:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-09-22T07:31:27.873-08:00</updated><title type='text'>and why hasn't...</title><content type='html'>MR. 521 "you can't start a bar named 521 without me" Scott Pragoff joined this little diddy?&lt;br /&gt;Sorry, I'm "sick" from work today, so I'm going to spend most of it doing absolutely nothing.&lt;br /&gt;-MB&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/8415394-109586708787130166?l=521highst.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://521highst.blogspot.com/feeds/109586708787130166/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8415394&amp;postID=109586708787130166&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8415394/posts/default/109586708787130166'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8415394/posts/default/109586708787130166'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://521highst.blogspot.com/2004/09/and-why-hasnt.html' title='and why hasn&apos;t...'/><author><name>MB</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10903430403505100230</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8415394.post-109585994363375715</id><published>2004-09-22T05:29:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-09-22T05:32:23.633-08:00</updated><title type='text'>HAPPY BIRTHDAY LAUREN </title><content type='html'>Good Morning all,&lt;br /&gt;Just wanted to send a lil shout out to Miss Lauren E. Herndon,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;HAPPY BIRTHDAY&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope you go out and get smashed, I know it won't be AS fun as the 25 shots of beer with us at Jenn's a few weekends ago...but...have a great day!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8415394-109585994363375715?l=521highst.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://521highst.blogspot.com/feeds/109585994363375715/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8415394&amp;postID=109585994363375715&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8415394/posts/default/109585994363375715'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8415394/posts/default/109585994363375715'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://521highst.blogspot.com/2004/09/happy-birthday-lauren.html' title='HAPPY BIRTHDAY LAUREN '/><author><name>MB</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10903430403505100230</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8415394.post-109588197703609710</id><published>2004-09-22T03:28:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-09-22T11:39:37.036-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Things to do on a day off...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;So I've been sitting here thinking of what to do for my "sick" day. My boss already called to verify such "sickness" and I'm okayed to head on into the office tomorrow. The underlying question on the day- should I play this off one more day, as if I haven't worked from home Monday and Tuesday. Oh the luck. I've decided the mental health industry will do just fine without me and that I should find some other industry to work in. The question now is what industry. I was thinking music (JUSTKIDDING) but maybe advertising or real estate. I'm thinking that real estate may be the way to go up here... all those rich folk wanting to buy houses. Or the best option in the world, move back to Chestertown with Jenn and Scott and work at the Bird.&lt;/span&gt; I was thinking that buying property in C-town, fixing it up and then renting it out may be an option, but since I still owe Sallie Mae &amp; the US Govt a shitload of money, I think I'll just stay up in Newport and play with the yacht-people. (STEPH- I fixed the spelling sorry about earlier). Then I spent the other few hours of my day thinking of funny things that happened at 521. And here's my list:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;There was that night Bill got "kidnapped"&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Multiple evenings of "keg stand competitions"&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;preparing for club lacrosse games and returning from such&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;"Dysfunctional Family Day"&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;multiple evenings when we had to "break into" Bill's room to use the speakers (I specifically remember one night when Carlton and I did such, and we were spotted by Bill and had to pretend we were "making out" b/c he used to get way too pissed)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;caps tournament in the middle room &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I broke ever single 48-hour rule that existed in the world of WAC lacrosse (at 521)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;the jungle&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;ice luge shots before some AX party &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;playing baseball in the kitchen&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;"war" (which really was just Jeff &amp;amp; people throwing beer cans and items from the kitchen at people around the house)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt;--and I'm sure plenty more...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8415394-109588197703609710?l=521highst.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://521highst.blogspot.com/feeds/109588197703609710/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8415394&amp;postID=109588197703609710&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8415394/posts/default/109588197703609710'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8415394/posts/default/109588197703609710'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://521highst.blogspot.com/2004/09/things-to-do-on-day-off.html' title='Things to do on a day off...'/><author><name>MB</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10903430403505100230</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8415394.post-109580535833511641</id><published>2004-09-21T18:19:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-09-21T14:22:38.336-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Frightened by this...</title><content type='html'>Dude. How long has this been going on? I'm scared. No joke.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, can we get a crabfeast headcount? Sorry I couldn't make the Sept. 11th party. Who reads this?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I repeat: I'm scared.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I see I have "Font" options while posting. I prefer my Font in Chestertown, MD, but the default is Tuscaloosa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also, I use gmail now, because I'm cool and internet savvy, despite my blog illiteracy. So if anyone wants gmail (because you have to be cool and invited) just ask, I have three invites. Notably, I don't have enough friends to have gotten rid of them already.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm assuming I know everyone who reads this - both of you, that is. Correct me if I'm wrong.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Albert Clifford Slater,&lt;br /&gt;Pete&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8415394-109580535833511641?l=521highst.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://521highst.blogspot.com/feeds/109580535833511641/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8415394&amp;postID=109580535833511641&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8415394/posts/default/109580535833511641'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8415394/posts/default/109580535833511641'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://521highst.blogspot.com/2004/09/frightened-by-this.html' title='Frightened by this...'/><author><name>Pete</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='12' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CsHyg8kuDDo/SLMG2rn3bdI/AAAAAAAAABU/0PjGgeEvfjk/S220/untitled.bmp'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8415394.post-109579602163378080</id><published>2004-09-21T11:46:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-09-21T11:47:01.636-08:00</updated><title type='text'>seriously.</title><content type='html'>can we get the heinous pics down?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8415394-109579602163378080?l=521highst.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://521highst.blogspot.com/feeds/109579602163378080/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8415394&amp;postID=109579602163378080&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8415394/posts/default/109579602163378080'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8415394/posts/default/109579602163378080'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://521highst.blogspot.com/2004/09/seriously.html' title='seriously.'/><author><name>steph</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-8415394.post-109578184342038275</id><published>2004-09-21T10:50:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-09-21T07:50:43.420-08:00</updated><title type='text'>SAVE 521 Reunion</title><content type='html'>Well, to say the least, this rather interesting adventure of reuniting&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;a bunch of drunk not college students but we want to be was a TON of fun.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Please feel free to add your dumb quotes...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Here are a few:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;" Hot nuts, come and get 'em" &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;"We're the cool kids on the couch...or you can leave me up here..."&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8415394-109578184342038275?l=521highst.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://521highst.blogspot.com/feeds/109578184342038275/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8415394&amp;postID=109578184342038275&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8415394/posts/default/109578184342038275'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8415394/posts/default/109578184342038275'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://521highst.blogspot.com/2004/09/save-521-reunion.html' title='SAVE 521 Reunion'/><author><name>MB</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10903430403505100230</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8415394.post-109578844175753377</id><published>2004-09-21T09:40:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-09-21T09:40:41.756-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/211/1772/640/c609.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' style='border:1px solid #000000; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/211/1772/320/c609.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bren holding Jared's leg? (and I think Scott is cheering them on...)&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href='http://www.hello.com/' target='ext'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbh.gif' alt='Posted by Hello' border='0' style='border:0px;padding:0px;background:transparent;' align='absmiddle'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8415394-109578844175753377?l=521highst.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://521highst.blogspot.com/feeds/109578844175753377/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8415394&amp;postID=109578844175753377&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8415394/posts/default/109578844175753377'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8415394/posts/default/109578844175753377'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://521highst.blogspot.com/2004/09/bren-holding-jareds-leg-and-i-think.html' title=''/><author><name>MB</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10903430403505100230</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8415394.post-109578837162390831</id><published>2004-09-21T09:39:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2004-09-21T09:39:31.623-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/211/1772/640/8408.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' style='border:1px solid #000000; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/211/1772/320/8408.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MB, ASSED out... &amp;nbsp;&lt;a href='http://www.hello.com/' target='ext'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbh.gif' alt='Posted by Hello' border='0' style='border:0px;padding:0px;background:transparent;' align='absmiddle'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8415394-109578837162390831?l=521highst.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://521highst.blogspot.com/feeds/109578837162390831/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8415394&amp;postID=109578837162390831&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8415394/posts/default/109578837162390831'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8415394/posts/default/109578837162390831'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://521highst.blogspot.com/2004/09/mb-assed-out.html' title=''/><author><name>MB</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10903430403505100230</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8415394.post-109578834812461370</id><published>2004-09-21T09:39:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-09-21T09:39:08.123-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/211/1772/640/7c5d.1.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' style='border:1px solid #000000; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/211/1772/320/7c5d.1.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmmm, are you two going to kiss and make up?&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href='http://www.hello.com/' target='ext'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbh.gif' alt='Posted by Hello' border='0' style='border:0px;padding:0px;background:transparent;' align='absmiddle'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8415394-109578834812461370?l=521highst.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://521highst.blogspot.com/feeds/109578834812461370/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8415394&amp;postID=109578834812461370&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8415394/posts/default/109578834812461370'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8415394/posts/default/109578834812461370'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://521highst.blogspot.com/2004/09/hmmm-are-you-two-going-to-kiss-and.html' title=''/><author><name>MB</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10903430403505100230</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8415394.post-109578830507650870</id><published>2004-09-21T09:38:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2004-09-21T09:38:25.076-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/211/1772/640/fbbf.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' style='border:1px solid #000000; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/211/1772/320/fbbf.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;STEPH FONT!!!!!!!&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href='http://www.hello.com/' target='ext'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbh.gif' alt='Posted by Hello' border='0' style='border:0px;padding:0px;background:transparent;' align='absmiddle'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8415394-109578830507650870?l=521highst.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://521highst.blogspot.com/feeds/109578830507650870/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8415394&amp;postID=109578830507650870&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8415394/posts/default/109578830507650870'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8415394/posts/default/109578830507650870'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://521highst.blogspot.com/2004/09/steph-font.html' title=''/><author><name>MB</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10903430403505100230</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8415394.post-109578828267013147</id><published>2004-09-21T09:38:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-09-21T09:38:02.670-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/211/1772/640/f015.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' style='border:1px solid #000000; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/211/1772/320/f015.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Edward Scott &amp;nbsp;&lt;a href='http://www.hello.com/' target='ext'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbh.gif' alt='Posted by Hello' border='0' style='border:0px;padding:0px;background:transparent;' align='absmiddle'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8415394-109578828267013147?l=521highst.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://521highst.blogspot.com/feeds/109578828267013147/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8415394&amp;postID=109578828267013147&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8415394/posts/default/109578828267013147'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8415394/posts/default/109578828267013147'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://521highst.blogspot.com/2004/09/edward-scott.html' title=''/><author><name>MB</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10903430403505100230</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8415394.post-109578825498169444</id><published>2004-09-21T09:37:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-09-21T09:37:34.980-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/211/1772/640/2506.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' style='border:1px solid #000000; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/211/1772/320/2506.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Andy's in December!&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href='http://www.hello.com/' target='ext'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbh.gif' alt='Posted by Hello' border='0' style='border:0px;padding:0px;background:transparent;' align='absmiddle'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8415394-109578825498169444?l=521highst.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://521highst.blogspot.com/feeds/109578825498169444/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8415394&amp;postID=109578825498169444&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8415394/posts/default/109578825498169444'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8415394/posts/default/109578825498169444'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://521highst.blogspot.com/2004/09/andys-in-december.html' title=''/><author><name>MB</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10903430403505100230</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8415394.post-109578821249402840</id><published>2004-09-21T09:36:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-09-21T09:36:52.493-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/211/1772/640/277b.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' style='border:1px solid #000000; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/211/1772/320/277b.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Look! SAVE 521 shirts...we loyally wore them all weekend...I think some of us slept in them too...&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href='http://www.hello.com/' target='ext'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbh.gif' alt='Posted by Hello' border='0' style='border:0px;padding:0px;background:transparent;' align='absmiddle'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8415394-109578821249402840?l=521highst.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://521highst.blogspot.com/feeds/109578821249402840/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8415394&amp;postID=109578821249402840&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8415394/posts/default/109578821249402840'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8415394/posts/default/109578821249402840'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://521highst.blogspot.com/2004/09/look-save-521-shirts.html' title=''/><author><name>MB</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10903430403505100230</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8415394.post-109578815548498031</id><published>2004-09-21T09:35:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-09-21T09:35:55.483-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/211/1772/640/8c90.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' style='border:1px solid #000000; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/211/1772/320/8c90.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hey, at least my beer made it...&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href='http://www.hello.com/' target='ext'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbh.gif' alt='Posted by Hello' border='0' style='border:0px;padding:0px;background:transparent;' align='absmiddle'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8415394-109578815548498031?l=521highst.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://521highst.blogspot.com/feeds/109578815548498031/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8415394&amp;postID=109578815548498031&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8415394/posts/default/109578815548498031'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8415394/posts/default/109578815548498031'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://521highst.blogspot.com/2004/09/hey-at-least-my-beer-made-it.html' title=''/><author><name>MB</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10903430403505100230</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8415394.post-109578809735894343</id><published>2004-09-21T09:34:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-09-21T09:34:57.356-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/211/1772/640/7c5d.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' style='border:1px solid #000000; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/211/1772/320/7c5d.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bren&amp;Jared&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href='http://www.hello.com/' target='ext'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbh.gif' alt='Posted by Hello' border='0' style='border:0px;padding:0px;background:transparent;' align='absmiddle'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8415394-109578809735894343?l=521highst.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://521highst.blogspot.com/feeds/109578809735894343/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8415394&amp;postID=109578809735894343&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8415394/posts/default/109578809735894343'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8415394/posts/default/109578809735894343'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://521highst.blogspot.com/2004/09/bren.html' title=''/><author><name>MB</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10903430403505100230</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8415394.post-109578792307310728</id><published>2004-09-21T09:32:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-09-21T09:32:03.073-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/211/1772/640/nikki%20gretch%20me.1.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' style='border:1px solid #000000; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/211/1772/320/nikki%20gretch%20me.1.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gretch Nikki &amp; MB&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href='http://www.hello.com/' target='ext'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbh.gif' alt='Posted by Hello' border='0' style='border:0px;padding:0px;background:transparent;' align='absmiddle'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8415394-109578792307310728?l=521highst.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://521highst.blogspot.com/feeds/109578792307310728/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8415394&amp;postID=109578792307310728&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8415394/posts/default/109578792307310728'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8415394/posts/default/109578792307310728'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://521highst.blogspot.com/2004/09/gretch-nikki.html' title=''/><author><name>MB</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10903430403505100230</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8415394.post-109578147092410919</id><published>2004-09-21T07:44:00.002-08:00</published><updated>2004-09-21T08:33:28.640-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/211/1772/640/jenn%20and%20me.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: #000000 1px solid; BORDER-TOP: #000000 1px solid; MARGIN: 2px; BORDER-LEFT: #000000 1px solid; WIDTH: 368px; BORDER-BOTTOM: #000000 1px solid; HEIGHT: 220px" height="218" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/211/1772/320/jenn%20and%20me.jpg" width="246" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Two coolest girls ever... &lt;a href="http://www.hello.com/" target="ext"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: 0px; PADDING-RIGHT: 0px; BORDER-TOP: 0px; PADDING-LEFT: 0px; BACKGROUND: none transparent scroll repeat 0% 0%; PADDING-BOTTOM: 0px; BORDER-LEFT: 0px; PADDING-TOP: 0px; BORDER-BOTTOM: 0px" alt="Posted by Hello" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/pbh.gif" align="absMiddle" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8415394-109578147092410919?l=521highst.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://521highst.blogspot.com/feeds/109578147092410919/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8415394&amp;postID=109578147092410919&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8415394/posts/default/109578147092410919'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8415394/posts/default/109578147092410919'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://521highst.blogspot.com/2004/09/two-coolest-girls-ever.html' title=''/><author><name>MB</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10903430403505100230</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8415394.post-109578087178544545</id><published>2004-09-21T07:33:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-09-21T10:29:36.210-08:00</updated><title type='text'>WELCOME</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;521 High St.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;"Collars up, panties down..." best said by Steph Font&lt;/span&gt;  (which may have been stolen from Megan Curren, who may have borrowed it from someone else...)&lt;br /&gt;&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/8415394-109578087178544545?l=521highst.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://521highst.blogspot.com/feeds/109578087178544545/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8415394&amp;postID=109578087178544545&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8415394/posts/default/109578087178544545'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8415394/posts/default/109578087178544545'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://521highst.blogspot.com/2004/09/welcome.html' title='WELCOME'/><author><name>MB</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10903430403505100230</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry></feed>
