<?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-31433890</id><updated>2011-04-21T13:20:00.501-07:00</updated><category term='It is 2pm here and I still have not left the bed.'/><category term='Songs'/><category term='really there is nothing else to say.'/><category term='I am almost home for spring break.'/><category term='I am still in a little bit of shock'/><title type='text'>Austin in Boston</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://austininboston.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31433890/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://austininboston.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Dr. Austiagon</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://www.signslanguage.com/Joint.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>36</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31433890.post-4258052239321098911</id><published>2007-08-17T10:08:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-17T10:54:16.302-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='It is 2pm here and I still have not left the bed.'/><title type='text'>Austin is back in Boston</title><content type='html'>I know have not not posted all summer or even at the end of the last semester but I finally have completely unoccupied time to sit by myself in my brother's room and not have to worry about who is watching or what I need to do for tomorrow.  I have several important things to do but as long as I don't have any form of transportation and my email isn't working I have nothing else to do but to read and concern myself with Orientation matters later.  I came back early for Orientation Staff, meaning I help freshmen figure out the first few days at school and if it is a cool group even the next couple of weeks or so. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I worked all the way through Wednesday at Prudential Financial.  I haven't mentioned this (seeing as I haven't posted in a long time) but I was lucky enough to get an internship at Prudential Financial as a Target Marketing Researcher.  I got paid really well for only having a year of college experience.  I am not going to lie and say that it was hard to get or I interviewed really well, it was a gift form one of my friend's mothers who really likes me and thought I would do a good job.  I won't bored you with the details.  Simply that it was fairly easy since they did not have the position filled of the person who was supposed to be my supervisor so no one really knew what to do with me.  Nonetheless I did some pretty basic work, researched a lot of stuff on google and facebooked, a lot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anways, I left work on Wednesday the 15th about 3 (they gave me a leather portfolio and stuff as a gift and told me they hoped I would come back next summer, I cannot tell you how amazing it feels to have a job already set up for next summer.)  I went home and mowed the lawn (a request of my dads before I left) and then it typical Mueller fashion began packing 4 hours before I left.  I am proud to say I only ended up forgetting 2 things 1. My bible (I had put it in the car so I wouldn't forget it and then we ended up taking the other car.) 2. I can't remember but it did not really concern me all that much.  I almost forgot my PS2 at Brent's house.  My mom and grandma drove me to the airport at 8:10 pm for my red-eye to Boston.  Proud to say one of my bags was 43 pounds and the other was 55 but they didn't charge me.  I couldn't sleep on the plane (which is strange because usually I sleep straight through the first half of the flight) so I read for a while with a flashlight I had brought (I know there a lights above but they are really bright and I always hate it when I am trying to sleep and someone else has it on.)  About 2 hours into the flight there was a well placed shrieking baby.  Yes shrieking, I can tune out crying but this baby (it was more like 1-2 years old) was screaming and then taking a breath every 5 seconds.  A lot of people got really annoyed and I will admit that I was one of them at first, but then I felt bad for those poor parents who wished their kid was yelling that everyone on the plane didn't hate their child for it.  I just started to laugh to myself about it (I was lucky enough to have a window seat and no one next to me).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shane picked me up at about 6am, we picked up his girlfriend Liz, got breakfast and this place across the street from his house and then I took a nap until 3pm.  I spent the rest of the day at Liz's new apartment cleaning up trash and helping her decide where to put pictures and such.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I left Jessica all by herself for a while before her Andy or anyone else gets there.  I hope you are doing alright JC.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am excited for this year and a little bit concerned.  I have already packed my schedule pretty full and I still haven't finalized my schedule.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Part of the reason I don't blog as much is because I have Facebook to put all my pictures up on and that acts as a memory bank as well as my blog so here are somethings that happened this summer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Important things this summer:&lt;br /&gt;1. Climbing Trip with my friend Daniel who came out from Costa Rica.  He goes to Gordon and we decided to climb a few 14ers.  Our trip consisted of climbing Mt. Democrat, Mt. Cameron, Mt. Lincoln, Mt. Bross.  4 peaks in 6 hours is pretty good.  We made it up Democrat about sunrise and it was breathtaking as were all the rest.  Maybe I will go back and do a post on this.&lt;br /&gt;2. Brent bought a 5 bedroom 3 bathroom house in Englewood.  He tore down a wall between the family room and living room so now it is a "Great Hall."  He is doing a lot of remodeling and it looks pretty nice.  Quinoa is also enjoying the backyard.&lt;br /&gt;3. Grandpa passed away of brain cancer at the age of 90 (I think) (Mom's dad) and we drove out to Kansas for the funeral.  It was a really nice funeral and he died a month or so after his 59th anniversary and a few weeks after his birthday.&lt;br /&gt;4. Climbed Quandry with Sara.  It was sort of random.  Her: I want to climb a 14er. Me: I want to do one more before I leave.  So we climbed Quandry, pretty easy as far as 14ers go but pretty long with a lot of false summits.  She made it to the top (after a brief moment of weakness Sara: Would you be disappointed if we had to turn back?)  It was amazing (as they all are) and congrats to Sara for making it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am looking to buy posters of Colorado Mountains to put up in my room, let me know if you see any good ones on the internet.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31433890-4258052239321098911?l=austininboston.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://austininboston.blogspot.com/feeds/4258052239321098911/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31433890&amp;postID=4258052239321098911' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31433890/posts/default/4258052239321098911'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31433890/posts/default/4258052239321098911'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://austininboston.blogspot.com/2007/08/austin-is-back-in-boston.html' title='Austin is back in Boston'/><author><name>Dr. Austiagon</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://www.signslanguage.com/Joint.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31433890.post-5395400942063113709</id><published>2007-04-13T06:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-13T06:35:41.408-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Play</title><content type='html'>I am in this &lt;a href="http://www.gordon.edu/theatreschedule"&gt;show&lt;/a&gt;.  Yes, the &lt;a href="http://www.gordon.edu/theatre_currentprod"&gt;head shots&lt;/a&gt; are pretty bad.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31433890-5395400942063113709?l=austininboston.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://austininboston.blogspot.com/feeds/5395400942063113709/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31433890&amp;postID=5395400942063113709' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31433890/posts/default/5395400942063113709'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31433890/posts/default/5395400942063113709'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://austininboston.blogspot.com/2007/04/play.html' title='The Play'/><author><name>Dr. Austiagon</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://www.signslanguage.com/Joint.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31433890.post-5900366827923163638</id><published>2007-03-07T11:04:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T14:41:50.584-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='I am almost home for spring break.'/><title type='text'>All I have left is a psychology exam.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Y0m3s7KfxVo/Re8NFFU9rQI/AAAAAAAAAAM/gOZf8kDl5pE/s1600-h/Freshmen+Spring+Semester+216.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Y0m3s7KfxVo/Re8NFFU9rQI/AAAAAAAAAAM/gOZf8kDl5pE/s320/Freshmen+Spring+Semester+216.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5039260889031486722" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Y0m3s7KfxVo/Re8NFFU9rRI/AAAAAAAAAAU/y3I0C2463tw/s1600-h/Freshmen+Spring+Semester+208.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Y0m3s7KfxVo/Re8NFFU9rRI/AAAAAAAAAAU/y3I0C2463tw/s320/Freshmen+Spring+Semester+208.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5039260889031486738" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here are two pictures, of me, to keep you guys interested in my boring blog.  The top is the aftermath of Biophysical Foundations on Human Movement.  We just had a frosting fight in the the cafeteria with what was left over from Zach's cake.  I believe I won with only a little bit of frosting compared to Zach and Kristina.  The bottom is apparently me having fallen asleep while studying.  Everyone was amazed that even while asleep I still held the book up.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31433890-5900366827923163638?l=austininboston.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://austininboston.blogspot.com/feeds/5900366827923163638/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31433890&amp;postID=5900366827923163638' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31433890/posts/default/5900366827923163638'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31433890/posts/default/5900366827923163638'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://austininboston.blogspot.com/2007/03/all-i-have-left-is-psychology-exam.html' title='All I have left is a psychology exam.'/><author><name>Dr. Austiagon</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://www.signslanguage.com/Joint.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Y0m3s7KfxVo/Re8NFFU9rQI/AAAAAAAAAAM/gOZf8kDl5pE/s72-c/Freshmen+Spring+Semester+216.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31433890.post-595352005760059746</id><published>2007-02-20T22:32:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-02-20T22:51:59.716-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='I am still in a little bit of shock'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I enjoyed theater in my high school days.  It made me pretty happy.  So I said "Whatever! I'll try and audition."  I was too busy first semester, and the next play was an entirely female musical.  We arrive at the last show of the year.  Enchanted April, I know nothing about this show.  I did not take Goldson's advise and read it before (but in my defense, I couldn't get a copy, and yes I tried.)  I felt like I was kind of being fed to wolves when I walked into auditions.  We did crazy warm ups and then I read once and he let me go.  It wasn't that great and I felt like a corpse, but apparently it was good enough for a call back (then again pretty much every guy was called back.)   Once again. awkward call backs.  I read once and then sat there for an hour and watched other scenes and he let me go.   I would have said that I was disappointed except I was not really expecting to get a part anyways.  I pretty much don't think about it the rest of the weekend  and when people ask I tell them I did terrible (because I did, no joke it was utterly depressing). &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then I got bored on Monday and decided to see if they had posted the cast list yet.  I walked in the front doors and down a hallway where there were a bunch of theater majors standing in a group whispering and I became very annoyed with the fact that they posted the list on the second floor so I would walk past these people who were looking at me.  Janet, who is awesome, and was also extremely bored, came with me.  I walked up the stairs and there were a bunch of people standing in a small room and they pointed to the list and I looked and it did not say my name.  Naturally I tend not to be the most observant person so I looked again and my name was on there.  (Begin state of shock)  David (from Sweatytooth Madmen Improv Troupe, which I am a part of if you only sometimes read this blog) congratulated me and Janet said the same and I basically just stood there in shock not really knowing what to do so I just walked off without really seeing who I was or anything.  About 2 minutes later I realized I didn't even know my part so I went back and checked and I am the Italian artist/landlord named Antony Wilding.  I still didn't know what to do for the rest of the day and I randomly became extremely excited and then sad and then excited.  I told my friends here and they were excited for me, except that they will now being seeing me significantly less since I have practice M-Th 6:30-9pm. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The strangest thing is that there were only 3 male parts and I read for part 1 and part 2 but I ended up getting part 3 which I had never ever read for.  I was sad that I beat upperclass theater majors, but I am not going to lie, it felt really reassuring to know that I did not get in because there was no one else but because he actually liked what I did.  Shane and had a celebratory lunch (aka I bought him lunch with meal points).  More random stuff.  I was talking one of my friends older brothers and he congratulated me so I assumed my friend must have told him but apparently there were kids in his theater class (he is taking if for a core) that were talking about me.  I am the only underclassmen in the show.  Everyone else is a junior or senior.  This is absolutely terrifying because I have no where near the same experience as them and they are really amazing.  Thankfully of the 3 male parts I have the only one that does not "passionately kiss" anyone else.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Point being, I am really excited and I forgot to tell a lot of people so this is the fast way to do it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31433890-595352005760059746?l=austininboston.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://austininboston.blogspot.com/feeds/595352005760059746/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31433890&amp;postID=595352005760059746' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31433890/posts/default/595352005760059746'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31433890/posts/default/595352005760059746'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://austininboston.blogspot.com/2007/02/i-enjoyed-theater-in-my-high-school.html' title=''/><author><name>Dr. Austiagon</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://www.signslanguage.com/Joint.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31433890.post-2054835402047769690</id><published>2007-02-12T12:06:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-01-17T21:10:40.176-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;img src="http://www.world66.com/myworld66/visitedStates/statemap?visited=COCTFLGAILINKSMEMDMAMOMTNENHNJNMNYOHPARITXVTWY" /&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31433890-2054835402047769690?l=austininboston.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://austininboston.blogspot.com/feeds/2054835402047769690/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31433890&amp;postID=2054835402047769690' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31433890/posts/default/2054835402047769690'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31433890/posts/default/2054835402047769690'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://austininboston.blogspot.com/2007/02/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>Dr. Austiagon</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://www.signslanguage.com/Joint.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31433890.post-6907381367374764353</id><published>2007-01-17T21:10:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2007-01-17T21:10:40.233-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='really there is nothing else to say.'/><title type='text'>Austin is back in Boston.</title><content type='html'>That's all.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31433890-6907381367374764353?l=austininboston.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://austininboston.blogspot.com/feeds/6907381367374764353/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31433890&amp;postID=6907381367374764353' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31433890/posts/default/6907381367374764353'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31433890/posts/default/6907381367374764353'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://austininboston.blogspot.com/2007/01/austin-is-back-in-boston.html' title='Austin is back in Boston.'/><author><name>Dr. Austiagon</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://www.signslanguage.com/Joint.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31433890.post-4893975749535973621</id><published>2007-01-04T13:10:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-01-04T13:16:07.761-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Things to do during break...</title><content type='html'>1. Sleep&lt;br /&gt;2. Hang out with friends.&lt;br /&gt;3. Say bye to friends who are leaving.&lt;br /&gt;4. Read a lot of Dave Eggers.&lt;br /&gt;5. Check Facebook.&lt;br /&gt;6. Nap&lt;br /&gt;7. Play Video games.&lt;br /&gt;8. Eat good food.&lt;br /&gt;9. Read all of &lt;a href="http://www.rinkworks.com/movieaminute/"&gt;these&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;10. Go back to sleep.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31433890-4893975749535973621?l=austininboston.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://austininboston.blogspot.com/feeds/4893975749535973621/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31433890&amp;postID=4893975749535973621' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31433890/posts/default/4893975749535973621'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31433890/posts/default/4893975749535973621'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://austininboston.blogspot.com/2007/01/things-to-do-during-break.html' title='Things to do during break...'/><author><name>Dr. Austiagon</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://www.signslanguage.com/Joint.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31433890.post-5826080849307041073</id><published>2006-12-17T15:27:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-12-17T15:44:21.731-08:00</updated><title type='text'>This is what I do when I am feeling sad over many things.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.jacksonpollock.org/"&gt;It &lt;/a&gt;seems to help.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And &lt;a href="http://www.zefrank.com/snowflake/"&gt;this &lt;/a&gt;too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://musicovery.com/index.php?ct=us"&gt;This &lt;/a&gt;is really cool.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31433890-5826080849307041073?l=austininboston.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://austininboston.blogspot.com/feeds/5826080849307041073/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31433890&amp;postID=5826080849307041073' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31433890/posts/default/5826080849307041073'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31433890/posts/default/5826080849307041073'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://austininboston.blogspot.com/2006/12/this-is-what-i-do-when-i-am-feeling-sad.html' title='This is what I do when I am feeling sad over many things.'/><author><name>Dr. Austiagon</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://www.signslanguage.com/Joint.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31433890.post-1411497301914286633</id><published>2006-12-14T22:08:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-12-14T22:14:17.123-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Funner should be a word.</title><content type='html'>Winter Ball was a BLAST.  Contrary to what I thought it would be (and popular belief) and had SO MUCH fun, and it was just what I needed to destress before the insanity of studying for finals.  I am officially a swing dancing machine and taught at least 4 other people how to swing dance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sweaty-tooth Madmen had our first show Wednesday night and I thought it went pretty well and I have gotten noting but really good compliments.  Unfortunately we did not tape this one (sorry mom and dad) but it was probably for the best as it is improv and things happen.  I have a lot to do and I am excited to go home but I am beginning to feel better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S.&lt;br /&gt;I had 2 dates to the winter ball.  That's what the Gordon ratio (2:1) does to you.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31433890-1411497301914286633?l=austininboston.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://austininboston.blogspot.com/feeds/1411497301914286633/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31433890&amp;postID=1411497301914286633' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31433890/posts/default/1411497301914286633'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31433890/posts/default/1411497301914286633'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://austininboston.blogspot.com/2006/12/funner-should-be-word.html' title='Funner should be a word.'/><author><name>Dr. Austiagon</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://www.signslanguage.com/Joint.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31433890.post-466425829998051938</id><published>2006-12-09T08:16:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-12-09T08:28:37.897-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Songs'/><title type='text'>Oh, emo christmas music, look what you do to me.</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Arial;"&gt;The snow's coming down&lt;br /&gt;I'm watching it fall&lt;br /&gt;Watching the people around&lt;br /&gt;Baby please come home&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The church bells in town&lt;br /&gt;They're ringing a song&lt;br /&gt;What a happy sound&lt;br /&gt;Baby please come home&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They're singing deck the halls&lt;br /&gt;But it's not like Christmas at all&lt;br /&gt;I remember when you were here&lt;br /&gt;All the fun we had last year&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pretty lights on the tree&lt;br /&gt;I'm watching them shine&lt;br /&gt;You should be here with me&lt;br /&gt;Baby please come home&lt;br /&gt;Baby please come home&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They're singing deck the halls&lt;br /&gt;But it's not like christmas at all&lt;br /&gt;I remember when you were here&lt;br /&gt;All the fun we had last year&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If there was a way&lt;br /&gt;I'd hold back these tears&lt;br /&gt;But it's Christmas day&lt;br /&gt;Baby please come home&lt;br /&gt;Baby please come home&lt;br /&gt;Baby please come home&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;      &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Arial;"&gt;“Death Cab for Cutie”&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10 days till home. 6 days of classes/final exam days&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:180%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31433890-466425829998051938?l=austininboston.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://austininboston.blogspot.com/feeds/466425829998051938/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31433890&amp;postID=466425829998051938' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31433890/posts/default/466425829998051938'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31433890/posts/default/466425829998051938'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://austininboston.blogspot.com/2006/12/oh-emo-christmas-music-look-what-you-do.html' title='Oh, emo christmas music, look what you do to me.'/><author><name>Dr. Austiagon</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://www.signslanguage.com/Joint.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31433890.post-116547250633753506</id><published>2006-12-06T22:16:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-12-06T22:21:46.356-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Not really a great post but I felt like I needed to do something.</title><content type='html'>I had the pleasure of eating dinner with Lauren F. Winner (and 15 other students) about her new book.  If you have too much time on your hand or need a good idea of something to read.  Her book &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Girl Meets God&lt;/span&gt; is excellent (it is an  autobiography) even though the title did not really intrigue me. (I had to read it for CCC and it turned out really well.)  Her new book &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Real Sex: The naked truth about chastity&lt;/span&gt; has some really good insights, and is entertaining.  A little bit educational (if you're into that kind of thing.)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31433890-116547250633753506?l=austininboston.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://austininboston.blogspot.com/feeds/116547250633753506/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31433890&amp;postID=116547250633753506' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31433890/posts/default/116547250633753506'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31433890/posts/default/116547250633753506'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://austininboston.blogspot.com/2006/12/not-really-great-post-but-i-felt-like.html' title='Not really a great post but I felt like I needed to do something.'/><author><name>Dr. Austiagon</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://www.signslanguage.com/Joint.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31433890.post-116397852411374127</id><published>2006-11-19T15:21:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-19T15:22:04.123-08:00</updated><title type='text'>We went into Boston and these are the random stops at clothing stores.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2372/426/1600/Picture%20019.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2372/426/320/Picture%20019.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2372/426/1600/Picture%20018.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2372/426/320/Picture%20018.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2372/426/1600/Picture%20017.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2372/426/320/Picture%20017.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2372/426/1600/Picture%20016.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2372/426/320/Picture%20016.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2372/426/1600/Picture%20028.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2372/426/320/Picture%20028.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2372/426/1600/Picture%20020.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2372/426/320/Picture%20020.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2372/426/1600/Picture%20022.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2372/426/320/Picture%20022.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2372/426/1600/Picture%20029.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2372/426/320/Picture%20029.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2372/426/1600/Picture%20021.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2372/426/320/Picture%20021.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31433890-116397852411374127?l=austininboston.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://austininboston.blogspot.com/feeds/116397852411374127/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31433890&amp;postID=116397852411374127' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31433890/posts/default/116397852411374127'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31433890/posts/default/116397852411374127'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://austininboston.blogspot.com/2006/11/we-went-into-boston-and-these-are.html' title='We went into Boston and these are the random stops at clothing stores.'/><author><name>Dr. Austiagon</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://www.signslanguage.com/Joint.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31433890.post-116391727319250931</id><published>2006-11-18T22:16:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-18T22:21:13.200-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I went to a cast party for "Growing Up Christian" on Friday night and I felt at home.  It was wonderful to be around theater people again, even if I was only the 'sound technician.'  The show I thought was really good too. (even though I had absolutely nothing to do with the creative process and I realize that I am very bias because I helped with it.)  However, it is really nice that I am no longer sitting in that booth for a ridiculous amount of hours.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31433890-116391727319250931?l=austininboston.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://austininboston.blogspot.com/feeds/116391727319250931/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31433890&amp;postID=116391727319250931' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31433890/posts/default/116391727319250931'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31433890/posts/default/116391727319250931'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://austininboston.blogspot.com/2006/11/i-went-to-cast-party-for-growing-up.html' title=''/><author><name>Dr. Austiagon</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://www.signslanguage.com/Joint.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31433890.post-116364818266133459</id><published>2006-11-15T19:35:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-16T22:27:05.720-08:00</updated><title type='text'>My first concert</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2372/426/1600/Jars1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2372/426/320/Jars1.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2372/426/1600/Jars2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2372/426/320/Jars2.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;was amazing.  I would put the video up but it is keeps trying to buffer or something so here are just 2 pictures. (note these are my friends pictures not mine, that is why you can't see very well.)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31433890-116364818266133459?l=austininboston.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://austininboston.blogspot.com/feeds/116364818266133459/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31433890&amp;postID=116364818266133459' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31433890/posts/default/116364818266133459'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31433890/posts/default/116364818266133459'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://austininboston.blogspot.com/2006/11/my-first-concert.html' title='My first concert'/><author><name>Dr. Austiagon</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://www.signslanguage.com/Joint.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31433890.post-116224088936799424</id><published>2006-10-30T12:40:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-10-30T12:41:29.376-08:00</updated><title type='text'>For those who need their N64 fix.</title><content type='html'>Search "Project 64" (according to my roommate).&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31433890-116224088936799424?l=austininboston.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://austininboston.blogspot.com/feeds/116224088936799424/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31433890&amp;postID=116224088936799424' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31433890/posts/default/116224088936799424'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31433890/posts/default/116224088936799424'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://austininboston.blogspot.com/2006/10/for-those-who-need-their-n64-fix.html' title='For those who need their N64 fix.'/><author><name>Dr. Austiagon</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://www.signslanguage.com/Joint.gif'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31433890.post-116223530209775196</id><published>2006-10-30T11:05:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-10-30T11:08:22.106-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I really wanted to laugh a lot, but I controlled myself till now.</title><content type='html'>Scene: I was eating lunch with Shane and his friends.&lt;br /&gt;(Under the snapple caps are random facts and Shane read mine.)&lt;br /&gt;Shane: Fact number 117 (or something) "A duck can't walk without bobbling its head."&lt;br /&gt;Dave: And neither can a Mueller.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31433890-116223530209775196?l=austininboston.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://austininboston.blogspot.com/feeds/116223530209775196/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31433890&amp;postID=116223530209775196' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31433890/posts/default/116223530209775196'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31433890/posts/default/116223530209775196'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://austininboston.blogspot.com/2006/10/i-really-wanted-to-laugh-lot-but-i.html' title='I really wanted to laugh a lot, but I controlled myself till now.'/><author><name>Dr. Austiagon</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://www.signslanguage.com/Joint.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31433890.post-116223186199496051</id><published>2006-10-30T10:04:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-10-30T10:11:02.006-08:00</updated><title type='text'>3 good things.</title><content type='html'>1. Jessica you should be very proud.  I got my Biology test back.  The class average was 68 and I got an 82.  Um, I am overwhelmingly happy about this.  I cannot express how much prayer, studying, and overall anxiety was spent over this test.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Avalanche beat the Wild 4-1 and it was good.  (I am watching the games on this cool internet site.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Thanksgiving at Kate's is coming up!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(One bad thing: tomorrow night there is a Halloween party for my hall from 6-8 and I have a biology lab from 5:30-8:30.  Sad, but oh well.)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31433890-116223186199496051?l=austininboston.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://austininboston.blogspot.com/feeds/116223186199496051/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31433890&amp;postID=116223186199496051' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31433890/posts/default/116223186199496051'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31433890/posts/default/116223186199496051'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://austininboston.blogspot.com/2006/10/3-good-things.html' title='3 good things.'/><author><name>Dr. Austiagon</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://www.signslanguage.com/Joint.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31433890.post-116210016060192195</id><published>2006-10-28T22:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-28T22:36:00.610-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Today was pretty good.</title><content type='html'>I worked for 8 hours, plus the 7 hours I worked early this week, times a huge hourly wage means I am getting a really big paycheck.  I came back to my dorm and my roommate had cleaned EVERYTHING, including my side of the room and did all my laundry (which I hadn't done in a couple of weeks).  I was naturally estatic.  I got a care package from Rachel's parents because Ben (my roommate) and I sent them a video email.  To top it all off?  I get an extra hour of sleep, this rocks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However, Ben has intoduced the entire floor to an internet program where you can play an N64 game on your computer (you just download it).  So everyone is playing Zelda: Ocarina of Time.  Since I have school work and never owned a N64 I have resisted downloading this program.  (And for Jessica's sake I am not telling where this site is because I know how much you love that game (even if it is only when you play it with Patrick.))&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31433890-116210016060192195?l=austininboston.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://austininboston.blogspot.com/feeds/116210016060192195/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31433890&amp;postID=116210016060192195' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31433890/posts/default/116210016060192195'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31433890/posts/default/116210016060192195'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://austininboston.blogspot.com/2006/10/today-was-pretty-good.html' title='Today was pretty good.'/><author><name>Dr. Austiagon</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://www.signslanguage.com/Joint.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31433890.post-116129516038779591</id><published>2006-10-19T14:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-19T14:59:20.396-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I am a little bit really happy about this...</title><content type='html'>Took my biology exam, I think I did alright.  I didn't bomb it at least.&lt;br /&gt;Took my modernity (philosophy) final and it was easier that I thought it would be.&lt;br /&gt;Got my Old Testament exam back.  Class average...74.  My grade...95.  What this means?  I can do the Honors Option where I do an easy project and then I do not have to take the final.  Why is this nice?  I will only have to take 2 finals, Biology Cells and Genetics and Survey of Calculus.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Right now?  It is quad break (we have half-semester classes and we get breaks between them)  and I am really freaking glad to have the next 4 days off.  Except for a lab report due in biology on tuesday.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31433890-116129516038779591?l=austininboston.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://austininboston.blogspot.com/feeds/116129516038779591/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31433890&amp;postID=116129516038779591' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31433890/posts/default/116129516038779591'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31433890/posts/default/116129516038779591'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://austininboston.blogspot.com/2006/10/i-am-little-bit-really-happy-about.html' title='I am a little bit really happy about this...'/><author><name>Dr. Austiagon</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://www.signslanguage.com/Joint.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31433890.post-116062857449755267</id><published>2006-10-11T21:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-11T21:49:34.510-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I would like to declare today as my day of miracles.</title><content type='html'>(I am going to make this as short as possible because I want to sleep)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have a massive Old Testament  exam tomorrow (thursday) and I was suppose to work 3:30-9:30 babysitting.  Which means I was going to lose out on massive study time and an oppourtunity for extra credit in Calculus (which I am going to need after this last test).  The entire way over there I was praying "Dear God, just let me go home early, like 6:30."  Well, I show up at the house and no one is home.  They are late a lot from getting home from school so this isn't too strange but then I turn on my phone to check and see if I got a message from Cierra.  I notice a voicemail and it turns out that one of the boys hit his head on the corner of a table or something so they went to the emergency room and she did not need me today.  This meant I suddenly had another 6 hours of study time and the chance to go listen to a lecture for E.C. in Calc.  I could not express how happy I was.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The have been unable to find my wallet (I am not telling you for how long).  I did not lose it, because implies it was not in my possession anymore, I simply could not find it.  I searched everywhere in my room.  Well my room started smelling today and I finally decided it was my laundry (which I did check for my wallet.) I start pulling out articles of clothing and sure enough I am putting in a pair of jeans and a wallet slips out and right into my hands.  I was completely estatic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am completely done studying for my exam and I am going to bed early.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(From a few days ago) I was really sad and feeling lonely.  I went to my mailbox praying that something would happen, just anything, and I got a letter from Amanda.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got to hear Cierra's voice and got the most amazing letter from her (not really a miracle but I liked it.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Point of the story...God rocks even when I feel like there is not way I can keep up with school.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Night.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31433890-116062857449755267?l=austininboston.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://austininboston.blogspot.com/feeds/116062857449755267/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31433890&amp;postID=116062857449755267' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31433890/posts/default/116062857449755267'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31433890/posts/default/116062857449755267'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://austininboston.blogspot.com/2006/10/i-would-like-to-declare-today-as-my.html' title='I would like to declare today as my day of miracles.'/><author><name>Dr. Austiagon</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://www.signslanguage.com/Joint.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31433890.post-116032019020521509</id><published>2006-10-08T08:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-08T08:09:50.213-07:00</updated><title type='text'>If ever you are sad</title><content type='html'>go &lt;a href="http://www.svt.se/hogafflahage/hogafflaHage_site/Kor/hestekor.swf"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt; and I promise you will feel at least a little better, because I know I do.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31433890-116032019020521509?l=austininboston.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://austininboston.blogspot.com/feeds/116032019020521509/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31433890&amp;postID=116032019020521509' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31433890/posts/default/116032019020521509'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31433890/posts/default/116032019020521509'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://austininboston.blogspot.com/2006/10/if-ever-you-are-sad.html' title='If ever you are sad'/><author><name>Dr. Austiagon</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://www.signslanguage.com/Joint.gif'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31433890.post-115916924863564429</id><published>2006-09-24T22:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-25T00:30:39.216-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I brag on this because no one from college reads it.</title><content type='html'>The whole story: I came to Gordon. I saw the first show and was not very impressed and was not sure if I still wanted to do theatre. I remember seeing a performance while I was out here by an improv group called "The SweatyTooth Madmen" and they were absolutely hilarious. So I thought I would audition for it. A few weeks went by and it did not see any signs or posters about auditions. Discouraged I did not really think about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then one beautiful day I recieved an emai that said "Auditions for STMM (SweatyTooth Madmen). I was extremely excited to put it very ineloquently. They had 2 auditions and anyone could show up and play improv games and that was the audition. Well I went the first night right after my 3 HOUR LONG BIOLOGY LAB (which is already after a day of classes). My lab finished at 8:30 and the auditions started at 8:30. Needless to say, I ran.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Extremely tired I played freeze, among many other improv games. I felt that I did alright. Then they said that if anyone wanted to come back for auditions (more games) tomorrow, they could. So I returned the next day (after babysitting for a few hours, which is extremely draining because it is 2 little ADHD boys.) I felt like I did horrible, but I did not really care because I did pretty good the first night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Between the 2 auditions there had been about 25 people who auditioned. I thought maybe I had done well enough to get a callback (but wasn't exactly going to be surprised if I didn't). I look at the board and I see I got called back. This alone was enough to make me happy. To be a freshmen with no college experience and get called back. What is cool is that another guy on my floor also got called back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went to call backs the next night and did the best I could. But some of the people there were absolutely hilarious!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Clarifying the ending and why it is so cool: STMM has only 8 members, not 8 new additions, 8 people in the whole cast (freshmen, sophmore...etc). Also except for the two leaders (who are appointed by the previous leaders) everyone has to reaudition. So I am in call backs with people who have already been in STMM and know what it is about. They take 6 "new" (this includes the returning people who have been in it previous years) people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Skip ahead about 3 hours after call backs and I am sitting studying for my biology test (which I think I did alright on) when one of the kids who did not get call back comes in a says "hey they posted the cast list." In my previous high school years I would immediately go to see it, but it was 12:30 at night and I really needed to study for biology so I just said "That's nice". Well he asked me if I wanted to know what happened. Normally I would hate this. I can't stand it when people tell me if I made it in or not, but considering how tired I was and whether I would have time to check it next day (Not to mention I really didn't want to see my name not on the list which I knew it wouldn't be) I said yes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The honestly shocking part...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I sat there in shock for second for two and then remebered the other guy on my floor and asked if he had made it in and he said yes he had. Naturally this called for an immediate celebration with the other guy. I thought it was amazing that I got in and blah blah blah I went back to studying.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The cool part. I went and looked at everyone who made it. And let's put up a few stats.&lt;br /&gt;1. Of the 8 people, 2 are freshmen (me and the other guy)&lt;br /&gt;2. Of the 8 people, 5 are upper classmen.&lt;br /&gt;3. Of the 8 people, I am pretty sure 5 are returning members.&lt;br /&gt;4. This isn't really a stat but by me getting in , that means I beat out a bunch of other really good people and one or two upperclassmen who are theatre majors.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We do 4-6 shows a year plus we are competing against other improv troupes in Boston.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't tell you how excited I am about this! (But here are a few pictures to help.) (So I was going to put up pictures, but blogger is being stupid and not loading them so just use your imagination till blogger gets its act together.)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31433890-115916924863564429?l=austininboston.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://austininboston.blogspot.com/feeds/115916924863564429/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31433890&amp;postID=115916924863564429' title='13 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31433890/posts/default/115916924863564429'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31433890/posts/default/115916924863564429'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://austininboston.blogspot.com/2006/09/i-brag-on-this-because-no-one-from.html' title='I brag on this because no one from college reads it.'/><author><name>Dr. Austiagon</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://www.signslanguage.com/Joint.gif'/></author><thr:total>13</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31433890.post-115885393689619387</id><published>2006-09-21T08:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-21T08:52:16.913-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I usually don't post about music due to my lack of music knowledge.</title><content type='html'>Before leaving for college I stole a lot of Jessica's music, including The Ditty Bops.  They're great.  Easy but moves and doesn't distract you too much from homework.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31433890-115885393689619387?l=austininboston.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://austininboston.blogspot.com/feeds/115885393689619387/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31433890&amp;postID=115885393689619387' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31433890/posts/default/115885393689619387'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31433890/posts/default/115885393689619387'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://austininboston.blogspot.com/2006/09/i-usually-dont-post-about-music-due-to.html' title='I usually don&apos;t post about music due to my lack of music knowledge.'/><author><name>Dr. Austiagon</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://www.signslanguage.com/Joint.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31433890.post-115881317791364954</id><published>2006-09-20T21:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-20T21:32:57.916-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I miss my puppy.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v725/The_Doctor_Austiagon/IMG_5267.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v725/The_Doctor_Austiagon/IMG_5267.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v725/The_Doctor_Austiagon/IMG_5249.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v725/The_Doctor_Austiagon/IMG_5249.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v725/The_Doctor_Austiagon/IMG_5269.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v725/The_Doctor_Austiagon/IMG_5269.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v725/The_Doctor_Austiagon/IMG_5252.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v725/The_Doctor_Austiagon/IMG_5252.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31433890-115881317791364954?l=austininboston.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://austininboston.blogspot.com/feeds/115881317791364954/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31433890&amp;postID=115881317791364954' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31433890/posts/default/115881317791364954'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31433890/posts/default/115881317791364954'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://austininboston.blogspot.com/2006/09/i-miss-my-puppy.html' title='I miss my puppy.'/><author><name>Dr. Austiagon</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://www.signslanguage.com/Joint.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31433890.post-115881265533289441</id><published>2006-09-20T21:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-20T21:29:34.543-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Quick update then back to hw.</title><content type='html'>Nannying (that is probably spelled wrong) has been going great. I watch 2 boys. Both have significant ADHD and are a real handful. There were two firsts for me today.&lt;br /&gt;1. She (being my employer, their mother) got a car (kind of) for me. It stays at her house and I only use it when I am working but still it feels nice to drive. The first? My first time ever on Mass. roads. They are crazy and confusing and have the worst on-ramps ever, but I did alright. Except I accidentally went the wrong way on a one way street and I didn't even know it.&lt;br /&gt;2. The other first? Haven't you always hated it when your parents said "Because I said so." Worst excuse ever! I nearly used it with the guys today. (I held back but still it was on the tip of my tongue.) Why was I going to use it? Because I didn't really have a reason for saying no other than it was too difficult to say yes. My suspicions about this phrase have now been proved true.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In other news...&lt;br /&gt;My entire floor (majority) has Star Wars Battle Front 2 and it rocks!&lt;br /&gt;I have a scary Biology exam on Friday.&lt;br /&gt;Calculus is my easiest class.&lt;br /&gt;I auditioned for a Improve Troupe called "The Sweaty-Tooth Madmen" and I got a call back. I would really like to get in, but it was about 30 people at audition going for 2 or 3 spots. At least I got a call back, so we will see what happens.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31433890-115881265533289441?l=austininboston.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://austininboston.blogspot.com/feeds/115881265533289441/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31433890&amp;postID=115881265533289441' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31433890/posts/default/115881265533289441'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31433890/posts/default/115881265533289441'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://austininboston.blogspot.com/2006/09/quick-update-then-back-to-hw.html' title='Quick update then back to hw.'/><author><name>Dr. Austiagon</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://www.signslanguage.com/Joint.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31433890.post-115868915331767066</id><published>2006-09-19T11:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-19T11:05:53.326-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Hey guys...</title><content type='html'>I need some good, cheap ideas for Halloween costumes.  I plan on living off candy for the first week of November.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31433890-115868915331767066?l=austininboston.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://austininboston.blogspot.com/feeds/115868915331767066/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31433890&amp;postID=115868915331767066' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31433890/posts/default/115868915331767066'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31433890/posts/default/115868915331767066'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://austininboston.blogspot.com/2006/09/hey-guys.html' title='Hey guys...'/><author><name>Dr. Austiagon</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://www.signslanguage.com/Joint.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31433890.post-115855919965737574</id><published>2006-09-17T22:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-17T23:00:19.856-07:00</updated><title type='text'>This was one of the songs from Catacombs and I really liked it.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Your thoughts are higher than mine&lt;br /&gt;Your words are deeper than mine&lt;br /&gt;Your love is stronger than mine&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is not a sacrifice&lt;br /&gt;It is my life&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31433890-115855919965737574?l=austininboston.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://austininboston.blogspot.com/feeds/115855919965737574/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31433890&amp;postID=115855919965737574' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31433890/posts/default/115855919965737574'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31433890/posts/default/115855919965737574'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://austininboston.blogspot.com/2006/09/this-was-one-of-songs-from-catacombs.html' title='This was one of the songs from Catacombs and I really liked it.'/><author><name>Dr. Austiagon</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://www.signslanguage.com/Joint.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31433890.post-115853021773554421</id><published>2006-09-17T14:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-17T14:56:57.743-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Why I love college...</title><content type='html'>Zach: Hey you want to go to Denny's?&lt;br /&gt;Me: What time is it?&lt;br /&gt;Danae: About midnight.&lt;br /&gt;Me: Okay&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We have already had several night trips to the beach and we continously get lost in Mass. because all the roads curve around and there are no mountains to determine which way is west.  Zach also taught us the most annoy/awesome game ever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rules:&lt;br /&gt;If you inadverdantly say the word moo, You win.&lt;br /&gt;If you think about the game, you lose.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Example: Someone drew a cow on my dry eraser board so I said moo and realized I won.  Then later I was thinking about how I won, and I lost because I thought about the game.  The game is actually more of a curse.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31433890-115853021773554421?l=austininboston.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://austininboston.blogspot.com/feeds/115853021773554421/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31433890&amp;postID=115853021773554421' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31433890/posts/default/115853021773554421'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31433890/posts/default/115853021773554421'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://austininboston.blogspot.com/2006/09/why-i-love-college.html' title='Why I love college...'/><author><name>Dr. Austiagon</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://www.signslanguage.com/Joint.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31433890.post-115797842488227234</id><published>2006-09-11T05:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-11T05:40:26.976-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v725/The_Doctor_Austiagon/IMG_6265.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v725/The_Doctor_Austiagon/IMG_6265.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v725/The_Doctor_Austiagon/IMG_6260.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v725/The_Doctor_Austiagon/IMG_6260.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v725/The_Doctor_Austiagon/IMG_6273.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v725/The_Doctor_Austiagon/IMG_6273.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v725/The_Doctor_Austiagon/IMG_6267.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v725/The_Doctor_Austiagon/IMG_6267.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In some sort of order:&lt;br /&gt;My clean and rearranged room.&lt;br /&gt;My roommate (Ben).&lt;br /&gt;A guy on my floor (Zach).&lt;br /&gt;Me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31433890-115797842488227234?l=austininboston.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://austininboston.blogspot.com/feeds/115797842488227234/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31433890&amp;postID=115797842488227234' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31433890/posts/default/115797842488227234'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31433890/posts/default/115797842488227234'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://austininboston.blogspot.com/2006/09/in-some-sort-of-order-my-clean-and.html' title=''/><author><name>Dr. Austiagon</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://www.signslanguage.com/Joint.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31433890.post-115754683886139344</id><published>2006-09-06T05:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-06T05:47:18.863-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My Room</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v725/The_Doctor_Austiagon/Pictures157.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v725/The_Doctor_Austiagon/Pictures157.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v725/The_Doctor_Austiagon/Pictures154.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v725/The_Doctor_Austiagon/Pictures154.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31433890-115754683886139344?l=austininboston.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://austininboston.blogspot.com/feeds/115754683886139344/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31433890&amp;postID=115754683886139344' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31433890/posts/default/115754683886139344'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31433890/posts/default/115754683886139344'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://austininboston.blogspot.com/2006/09/my-room.html' title='My Room'/><author><name>Dr. Austiagon</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://www.signslanguage.com/Joint.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31433890.post-115754671540870145</id><published>2006-09-06T05:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-06T05:45:15.420-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Dontcha wish your roommate was awesome like mine? Dontcha?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v725/The_Doctor_Austiagon/Pictures159.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v725/The_Doctor_Austiagon/Pictures159.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31433890-115754671540870145?l=austininboston.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://austininboston.blogspot.com/feeds/115754671540870145/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31433890&amp;postID=115754671540870145' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31433890/posts/default/115754671540870145'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31433890/posts/default/115754671540870145'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://austininboston.blogspot.com/2006/09/dontcha-wish-your-roommate-was-awesome.html' title='Dontcha wish your roommate was awesome like mine? Dontcha?'/><author><name>Dr. Austiagon</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://www.signslanguage.com/Joint.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31433890.post-115717224200312833</id><published>2006-09-01T21:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-01T21:44:02.023-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Due to the fact that my internet is crappy I will be gradually putting up pictures</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v725/The_Doctor_Austiagon/Pictures050.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v725/The_Doctor_Austiagon/Pictures050.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v725/The_Doctor_Austiagon/Pictures059.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v725/The_Doctor_Austiagon/Pictures059.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v725/The_Doctor_Austiagon/Pictures042.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v725/The_Doctor_Austiagon/Pictures042.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v725/The_Doctor_Austiagon/Pictures041.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v725/The_Doctor_Austiagon/Pictures041.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v725/The_Doctor_Austiagon/Pictures061.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v725/The_Doctor_Austiagon/Pictures061.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am too frustrated with blogger to try and match the caption with the picture so one of the pictures is my first time on a ferry.  Another one is me in New Hampshire at a rest stop with a moose.  In the "wilderness" we found this dilapated chair and so we all took pictures with it.  One picture is me, another one is my female "sherpa" Lis and then another one is my friend Brad (in the cowboy hat) and another "sherpa" Mike.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31433890-115717224200312833?l=austininboston.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://austininboston.blogspot.com/feeds/115717224200312833/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31433890&amp;postID=115717224200312833' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31433890/posts/default/115717224200312833'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31433890/posts/default/115717224200312833'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://austininboston.blogspot.com/2006/09/due-to-fact-that-my-internet-is-crappy.html' title='Due to the fact that my internet is crappy I will be gradually putting up pictures'/><author><name>Dr. Austiagon</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://www.signslanguage.com/Joint.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31433890.post-115700426846369641</id><published>2006-08-30T22:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-30T23:04:28.563-07:00</updated><title type='text'>This post is way too shallow for all I need to say.</title><content type='html'>I am just going to try and recap.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;La Vida- I showed up that morning to go to La Vida (met Kevin from Golden) and went for an 8 hour van ride to upstate New York.  It was pretty awesome group of people for the van.  It would not be the last of the random groups though.  So here I find myself in the middle of the Adirondack mountains knowing absolutely no one.  We did an ice breaker called "Fatty Llama" where you would walk around and they would call out commands and you had to find your partner and then do the pose.  On of the poses was called "Ride the fatty llama" so you would jump on your partners back and run around.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We then had to dig through a pile of name tags and figure out which people were in our groups.  I knew I was in Kayak but I didn't know who else was.  I was the last one to arrive at our meeting place and I am not going to lie, I was dreading it when I saw the people.  It looked like a very awkward group of people.  We then did a scavenger hunt (which included singing ring around the rosie at the top of our lungs) for our "sherpas" (the guides/counselors).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Skip ahead through the strange ice breakers and team building.  We get in the Kayaks on the 3rd day and start paddling.  It took us forever the first day and it was just a lot of shallow converstations at first since no one really knows each other.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Skip ahead a few days.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;None of us has showered or put on deoderant or have any idea what time it is and we're all dead tired of paddling all day, but at least we feel comfortable around each other (ecspecially since I told everyone to do the trust fall off of the ropes course.  We had some pretty nasty food and then licked out bowls clean after every meal to clean them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had some really cool Sherpas Lis and Mike.  They were pretty dang funny.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I won't go into everything about La Vida but here are the highlights.&lt;br /&gt;1. We came to a point on the lake/river and couldn't go down it so we had to portage (carry our kayaks) through town.  Just imagine about 12 college students who haven't shaved or showered in over a week walking down main street and stopped at a traffic light carrying kayaks.  It was awkward.&lt;br /&gt;2. While walking through one of the camp sites Caitlin suddenly felt a sharp pain in her leg.  Then I did too shortly after and then again.  We quickly discovered we were being attacked by bees and made a dash for our lives.  My first bee sting ever.  Good news: I am not allergic!&lt;br /&gt;3. When you get back from La Vida to "Base Camp" they have you do a skit to share about your time.  Our group did Kayak The Musical.  It basically ended up being the greatest thing ever.  The next day when all the other groups were making noise to show off our really humble/patient  sherpa Mike came up and said "It doesn' matter how much noise we make, or how well we do on this race, because WE PONED THEM LAST NIGHT."  We are now known as "that awesome kayak group that did the musical skit."&lt;br /&gt;4. There was an 8 mile run/walk.  I am proud to say I ran it all and in 1 hour 31 minutes.  However, it has result in my knee feeling like it has just declared war on the rest of my body.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Note: I also did something called Solo days.  You sit out in the forest by yourself for 2 days and 2 nights and fast (no eating).  I also fasted from speaking for the time (that was really hard but awesome.)  Basically one of the best experiences of my life just reading the bible, praying, listening, writing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also after the trip I had 9 best friends so it was really easy to be out going because I know that I have these people from La Vida to fall back on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Orientation-&lt;br /&gt;I got there a day before everyone on my floor (because of La Vida) so I spent one night all by myself.  Met my roommate.  His name is Ben (we have 4 guys named Ben on our floor.)  He is the perfect roommate.  Messy (like me) easy going (like me) funny (I hope like me) and brought everything anyone could ever possibly need for college including a fridge, tv, and air purifier.  He is also a really heavy sleeper.  He is basically awesome as is my whole floor of guys.  I share a bathroom with 2 basketball players who are massive.  I am 6ft and the shortest guy, it is a new experience.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My residence hall is on something called the Hill.  It is set off a little from campus and is on top of a hill but I hear that freshmen who live on the hill tend to loose wait not gain it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Orientation was essentially just strange.  Every few hours I was with a new group of complete strangers.  We did however go into Boston.  I went to the North End (Little Italy) and that was awesome and an entirely new experience.  Then that night they had a dance for the freshmen.  It was a lot of fun.  that is all I am going to say about that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;School&lt;br /&gt;I am technically a "deciding major" but I am taking the biology classes which I am excited about but are also scary.  The books are also ricidculously expensive ($140 for my biology book).  I do have a pretty sweet babysitting job which I get paid $12 and hour for hanging out with these 2 kids and I get to borrow the ladies car to drive them around.  I auditioned for a theatre job which would have been perfect but it is during the middle of the day and conflicted too much with classes.  My biology class has a professor from Harvard Medical School teaching and we began with a song about biology.  I am excited for my survey of calculus class, it looks really interesting.  I really want to audition for "The SweatyTooth Madmen".   It is the school's improve troupe and all the upperclassmen say I should do it because I remind them of the leader guy who did it and just graduated.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Funny things:&lt;br /&gt;Out of 290 girls 23 of them are named Sara.&lt;br /&gt;The ratio is 3 to 1 in favor of the guys.&lt;br /&gt;Our police is affecionately named the GoPo (a play on Popo and Gordon Police)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know there was not much depth to that but I need sleep.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31433890-115700426846369641?l=austininboston.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://austininboston.blogspot.com/feeds/115700426846369641/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31433890&amp;postID=115700426846369641' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31433890/posts/default/115700426846369641'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31433890/posts/default/115700426846369641'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://austininboston.blogspot.com/2006/08/this-post-is-way-too-shallow-for-all-i.html' title='This post is way too shallow for all I need to say.'/><author><name>Dr. Austiagon</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://www.signslanguage.com/Joint.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31433890.post-115656759881396194</id><published>2006-08-25T21:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-25T21:49:27.846-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Everyone, do me a favor and stop posting.</title><content type='html'>I have already been on the internet for 3 or so hours trying to catch up on facebook/blogs and I am absolutely nowhere near done. So I would love to post all about La Vida and college and all of these cool/crazy people out here, but I am using my roommate's cable and I want to talk to him right now so keep it real. I have a language placement test tomorrow.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31433890-115656759881396194?l=austininboston.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://austininboston.blogspot.com/feeds/115656759881396194/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31433890&amp;postID=115656759881396194' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31433890/posts/default/115656759881396194'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31433890/posts/default/115656759881396194'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://austininboston.blogspot.com/2006/08/everyone-do-me-favor-and-stop-posting.html' title='Everyone, do me a favor and stop posting.'/><author><name>Dr. Austiagon</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://www.signslanguage.com/Joint.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31433890.post-115526574178960668</id><published>2006-08-10T19:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-10T20:09:01.813-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm not worried</title><content type='html'>Let's recap my journey to campus.&lt;br /&gt;I left at 6am (I was suppose to leave at 5:30am but in typical fashion I was late) and got to the airport fine.  Check in my baggage which was probably 40 lbs overweight (they didn't care) and said goodbye.  Went through security and got to my gate.  I was flying stand by but they said the fly was open enough I would make it on and just gave me a boarding pass. Cue insanity.  The plane's battery dies, they try to jump it for like 2 hours (I guess they don't have a replacement battery) then we finally steal a plane from another group of people.  Right as I was walking through the gate my ticket sets off the alarm as they scan it.  They ask me to stand aside and ask if I have gone through security. Of course I did, how else would I have gotten here. They tell me to go talk to the lady at the counter who turns out had given me the wrong ticket.  I get the wrong one and I am the last one on the plane (which means I get the middle seat since southwest lets people choose where they sit.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I get to Baltimore fine.  We decided to fly into Providence Rhode Island because Manchester New Hampshire looked packed.  There were about 6 or 7 flights from Baltimore that day.  Because we had been delayed the plane missed its connecting flight to Providence (not a problem since I knew I might get bumped anyways) but then all the people who missed their flight got on the next one, which bumped me back another hour.  Then all the people who couldn't fit on that one went to the next one and I got bumped again. I go up to the counter (because I have to check in every time with the lady to get my name on the list) and she says it doesn't look good for the next flight either.  At this point I have been sitting in an airport for several hours.  I start calling people, wanting human contact.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The flight is just about to leave and I am standing at the counter hoping for a miracle.  A lady who missed a flight and had top priority goes up to the desk and puts her name on the list.  A guy from the flight comes out and says they have one more seat.  The lady at the desk starts calling off names of people and I am watching as no one stands up, finally I hear A. M******.  Here's the thing, I am non-revenue non-employee, which basically means I am last on every list.  She looks at the pass (which tells her I am a non-rev), gives me a look and then tells me to hurry I have 30 seconds to get on the plane.  So I run and grab my bags and my phone (which is charging in the wall) and run for the plane.  She doesn't even print me a ticket she just tells me to get on. (I think she felt bad that I had been sitting there so long.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I get on the flight (last one on and in the middle seat again).  The guy next to me tries to talk to me the whole flight about Denver and college.  I land in Providence (my first time in Rhode Island) and when I get off the plane the girl who I sat next to on the plane was propossed to at the gate.  Thanks to a lot of pictures and my surprised look I will probably be showing up as a "That Guy" on college humor soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went to baggage claim (assuming my luggage got left behind in Baltimore since I barely got on the flight) and discovered it wasn't there! not a surprise.  I search around the place for the southwest baggage area and couldn't find it.  I almost called my Aunt Nancy (the one we got the tickets from) to see if she knew where it would be.  About to call her I find it and see that they they had my luggage (they just send it ahead of you when you fly stand by.)  Shane finds me without too much difficultly and we drive back 2 hours to college.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Woke up the next morning at 11 and I went with Shane and some of his friends to the Quarry.  A giant hole in the ground (like from Garden State).  Spent the day jumping off cliffs into lakes.  A lot of fun.  I leave saturday morning for New York and LaVida.  If I don't post before then, I will try and get some of the pictures up afterward.  Keep it real in Highlands Ranch till you all leave for college guys.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31433890-115526574178960668?l=austininboston.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://austininboston.blogspot.com/feeds/115526574178960668/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31433890&amp;postID=115526574178960668' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31433890/posts/default/115526574178960668'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31433890/posts/default/115526574178960668'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://austininboston.blogspot.com/2006/08/im-not-worried.html' title='I&apos;m not worried'/><author><name>Dr. Austiagon</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://www.signslanguage.com/Joint.gif'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31433890.post-115344929715172544</id><published>2006-07-20T19:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-20T19:34:57.160-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My New Home</title><content type='html'>Now that I have retired "Out Past The Road" (which chronicled part of my high school life) here is my new blog which shall record my experiences in college.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31433890-115344929715172544?l=austininboston.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://austininboston.blogspot.com/feeds/115344929715172544/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31433890&amp;postID=115344929715172544' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31433890/posts/default/115344929715172544'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31433890/posts/default/115344929715172544'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://austininboston.blogspot.com/2006/07/my-new-home.html' title='My New Home'/><author><name>Dr. Austiagon</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://www.signslanguage.com/Joint.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
