<?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-5734239</id><updated>2011-04-21T22:34:28.800-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Lori's Dark and Twisted Mind</title><subtitle type='html'>"When you get so high that you want to die, but everything around you turns GREEN"Godsmack</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lorirowan.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5734239/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lorirowan.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5734239/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Lori</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02052542116725479501</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>209</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5734239.post-109711024097756305</id><published>2004-10-06T20:50:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-10-06T20:50:40.976-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>FUCK YOU!!!!!!!!!!! GO AWAY!!!!!!!!!!!</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5734239/posts/default/109711024097756305'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5734239/posts/default/109711024097756305'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lorirowan.blogspot.com/2004_10_01_archive.html#109711024097756305' title=''/><author><name>Lori</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02052542116725479501</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5734239.post-107999734721446659</id><published>2004-03-22T18:15:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-03-22T18:18:15.623-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Blah! I have changed the http: for my blogger. </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5734239/posts/default/107999734721446659'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5734239/posts/default/107999734721446659'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lorirowan.blogspot.com/2004_03_01_archive.html#107999734721446659' title=''/><author><name>Lori</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02052542116725479501</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5734239.post-107966277799180747</id><published>2004-03-18T21:19:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-03-21T19:05:06.546-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Damn BloggerI have removed the link from my weblog to my xanga. There is a reason for this. If u need the webpage, just look in my profile or im me for it. </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5734239/posts/default/107966277799180747'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5734239/posts/default/107966277799180747'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lorirowan.blogspot.com/2004_03_01_archive.html#107966277799180747' title=''/><author><name>Lori</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02052542116725479501</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5734239.post-107966253121863040</id><published>2004-03-18T21:15:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-03-21T19:03:51.030-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>ATTENTION: My Weblog Has Moved!Hannah suggested I start a new weblog using Xanga. So I am trying it out. Look in my profile for the link or ask me. I may still use this one from time to time. I haven't gotten use to Xange yet...so we will see how it goes. But so far, I like it much more. Well visit my new weblog! </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5734239/posts/default/107966253121863040'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5734239/posts/default/107966253121863040'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lorirowan.blogspot.com/2004_03_01_archive.html#107966253121863040' title=''/><author><name>Lori</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02052542116725479501</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5734239.post-107958647006730640</id><published>2004-03-18T00:07:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-03-18T01:05:39.543-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Attention, I Have Something To Say! Well I did have something to say and for about half an hour it was up on my weblog. But I got to thinking and felt bad for being kinda mean. So it is edit time once again for my weblog entry. Sorry all... here is the edited version:I wish I could say I don't care about you, but I can't and for that I am beating myself up and hating myself for it. I am sick </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5734239/posts/default/107958647006730640'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5734239/posts/default/107958647006730640'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lorirowan.blogspot.com/2004_03_01_archive.html#107958647006730640' title=''/><author><name>Lori</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02052542116725479501</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5734239.post-107923753013639490</id><published>2004-03-13T23:12:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-03-13T23:14:29.810-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Tell Me What You Think How would you describe me? What type of person do you think I am? Leave you comments on the comments page thingy. </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5734239/posts/default/107923753013639490'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5734239/posts/default/107923753013639490'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lorirowan.blogspot.com/2004_03_01_archive.html#107923753013639490' title=''/><author><name>Lori</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02052542116725479501</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5734239.post-107899173586886327</id><published>2004-03-11T02:55:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-03-11T03:00:24.920-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>New Update! Alright everyone I just tried to get this new thing to work. It should allow for you to comment on my weblog entries. So enjoy and try not to be too mean or gross in ur comments. Lets hope I got it to work!!</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5734239/posts/default/107899173586886327'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5734239/posts/default/107899173586886327'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lorirowan.blogspot.com/2004_03_01_archive.html#107899173586886327' title=''/><author><name>Lori</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02052542116725479501</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5734239.post-107898098806695600</id><published>2004-03-10T23:56:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-03-10T23:59:05.950-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Whats The Point of Starting A Relationship When It Will Eventually End in Heart Break?Alright, I have been sitting at the end of this hall for an hour now trying to study chemistry, but the whole time I just have all these questions and comments running through my head. As I sat here trying to study, Donald came and began talking to Lucy at the other end of the hall. So I began to think and </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5734239/posts/default/107898098806695600'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5734239/posts/default/107898098806695600'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lorirowan.blogspot.com/2004_03_01_archive.html#107898098806695600' title=''/><author><name>Lori</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02052542116725479501</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5734239.post-107894593284152455</id><published>2004-03-10T14:12:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-03-10T14:21:41.890-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Is Having No Expectations the Way to Go? Is this what we have come to….no expectations for each other and allowing certain people to get away with being an ass just because they can? Seriously, do we allow for low expectations for these people simply because they keep being asses? It’s sad that we allow for ourselves to give out low expectations for others being jackasses because on a regular </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5734239/posts/default/107894593284152455'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5734239/posts/default/107894593284152455'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lorirowan.blogspot.com/2004_03_01_archive.html#107894593284152455' title=''/><author><name>Lori</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02052542116725479501</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5734239.post-107881181925513804</id><published>2004-03-09T00:56:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-03-09T00:59:13.356-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Men vs. WomenAlright, I just spent half an hour watching Sex and the City. Now I am filled with all kinds of questions that all relate to relationships, guys and chicks. I have been trying to understand the mind of a man lately with no success. Maybe the fundamental difference between women and men is the simply the most basic of things. If you study the sexes in other species, you find the </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5734239/posts/default/107881181925513804'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5734239/posts/default/107881181925513804'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lorirowan.blogspot.com/2004_03_01_archive.html#107881181925513804' title=''/><author><name>Lori</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02052542116725479501</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5734239.post-107759393023822198</id><published>2004-02-23T22:38:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-03-11T00:00:03.983-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>What Pissed Me OffOh, I forgot to add this last night so I am going to add this now. I found out something yesterday that happened in the past that really made me mad. It really shouldn't have...it really wasn't that big of a deal. But at that moment when it was spoken about I could feel the rage inside me rise up. I wanted to lay down some smacky smack, but decided I wasn't that mad and wasn't </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5734239/posts/default/107759393023822198'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5734239/posts/default/107759393023822198'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lorirowan.blogspot.com/2004_02_01_archive.html#107759393023822198' title=''/><author><name>Lori</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02052542116725479501</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5734239.post-107752022962777236</id><published>2004-02-23T02:10:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-03-11T00:05:57.450-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Guys Are Confusing! Alright, originally had this really mean weblog entry bashing guys, but then I finished it and felt really guilty. So I have decided to do a rewrite of it. Here is the summed up version of my original weblog entry: 1. I don't understand them, 2. I am frustrated with them, 3. I wish things were different. I don't know if it’s from watching Sex and the City tonight, or my lack </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5734239/posts/default/107752022962777236'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5734239/posts/default/107752022962777236'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lorirowan.blogspot.com/2004_02_01_archive.html#107752022962777236' title=''/><author><name>Lori</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02052542116725479501</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5734239.post-107743449615591298</id><published>2004-02-22T02:21:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-03-11T00:03:39.233-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Love Is Dead! WOw it’s been awhile since I have updated my weblog. Well, I guess not that long, but still. I use to update this damn thing like everyday. Alright at the moment I am listening to that new song “I believe in a thing called love." I don't know the name of the band (on a random note: the lead singer of this band creeps me out and reminds me of the killer from Silence of the Lambs…</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5734239/posts/default/107743449615591298'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5734239/posts/default/107743449615591298'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lorirowan.blogspot.com/2004_02_01_archive.html#107743449615591298' title=''/><author><name>Lori</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02052542116725479501</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5734239.post-107664541059542240</id><published>2004-02-12T23:10:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-03-11T00:04:15.513-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Stomach DiseasesI finially allowed myself to look up the diseases they think I have. So if I have IBS, I basically can't eat anything from the commons or the dinning hall... so basically I just can't eat. Oh fun. Oh ya, I can't get stressed out too, like thats ever going to happen. If I have Crohn's Disease (I hope I spelled that right), then I could possibly have to have surgery to maybe make </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5734239/posts/default/107664541059542240'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5734239/posts/default/107664541059542240'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lorirowan.blogspot.com/2004_02_01_archive.html#107664541059542240' title=''/><author><name>Lori</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02052542116725479501</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5734239.post-107593326469991886</id><published>2004-02-04T17:21:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-03-11T00:04:50.796-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>The City of Dis! Just took the test that tells you which layer of hell you will go to. Apparently I will go to the Sixth Level of Hell - The City of Dis:You approach Satan's wretched city where you behold a wide plain surrounded by iron walls. Before you are fields full of distress and torment terrible. Burning tombs are littered about the landscape. Inside these flaming sepulchers suffer the </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5734239/posts/default/107593326469991886'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5734239/posts/default/107593326469991886'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lorirowan.blogspot.com/2004_02_01_archive.html#107593326469991886' title=''/><author><name>Lori</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02052542116725479501</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5734239.post-107578763833280998</id><published>2004-02-03T00:53:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-02-03T00:55:38.140-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>So tonight I was reading some old passages in this journal thing I have. I hadn't written in it for over two years. One passage was about Robert. It was like going back in time and reliving the pain all over again. It sucked. I now remember why I blocked all those memories of him away. Hannah, I feel your pain...in more ways then one. I hope you begin to feel better. All I have to say is, it gets</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5734239/posts/default/107578763833280998'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5734239/posts/default/107578763833280998'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lorirowan.blogspot.com/2004_02_01_archive.html#107578763833280998' title=''/><author><name>Lori</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02052542116725479501</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5734239.post-107540251757730244</id><published>2004-01-29T13:55:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-01-29T13:56:52.090-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>SO its been a while since I have actually added more then 4 sentences to my weblog. So yay, today I decided to add something. Well, I am sitting here in front of this damn computer again. I am bored, frustrated and sad. Its not a good combo. I have been having this similar dream the past few weeks. It begins with me just sitting around enjoying winter break and then going to bed. But then I wake </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5734239/posts/default/107540251757730244'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5734239/posts/default/107540251757730244'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lorirowan.blogspot.com/2004_01_01_archive.html#107540251757730244' title=''/><author><name>Lori</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02052542116725479501</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5734239.post-107506963152425363</id><published>2004-01-25T17:27:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-01-25T17:29:51.450-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>What a day. I am glad it is over! There was a second there that I felt kinda hurt, but as normal I just walked away from it; you know avoiding talking about what is really upsetting you to the people you really want to talk to and should talk to. Well, now I am home, avoiding it even more! yay me! I have perfected my skills of avoiding evilness/upsetness.  </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5734239/posts/default/107506963152425363'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5734239/posts/default/107506963152425363'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lorirowan.blogspot.com/2004_01_01_archive.html#107506963152425363' title=''/><author><name>Lori</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02052542116725479501</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5734239.post-107454779004172917</id><published>2004-01-19T16:29:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-01-19T16:31:15.200-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I don't want to go back! I hate it there. I much rather go to Paris or Rome for a few care free weeks. That would be so cool. Or maybe I should join Mark and travel the country. That would be cool. Or maybe just get into my car and just start driving. If you think about it, I could fit a lot of the stuff I would need into my car and just go for a while. I just got this great idea! Hehehe</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5734239/posts/default/107454779004172917'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5734239/posts/default/107454779004172917'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lorirowan.blogspot.com/2004_01_01_archive.html#107454779004172917' title=''/><author><name>Lori</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02052542116725479501</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5734239.post-107388150079502133</id><published>2004-01-11T23:25:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-01-11T23:29:22.623-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I was a fool! Grrr, this fucking blows donkey balls!</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5734239/posts/default/107388150079502133'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5734239/posts/default/107388150079502133'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lorirowan.blogspot.com/2004_01_01_archive.html#107388150079502133' title=''/><author><name>Lori</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02052542116725479501</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5734239.post-107371368375134441</id><published>2004-01-10T00:48:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-01-10T01:13:21.793-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I had something else written here, but I had a change of heart. So I took it out. </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5734239/posts/default/107371368375134441'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5734239/posts/default/107371368375134441'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lorirowan.blogspot.com/2004_01_01_archive.html#107371368375134441' title=''/><author><name>Lori</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02052542116725479501</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5734239.post-107312493818259756</id><published>2004-01-03T05:15:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-01-03T05:16:47.186-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Well we all knewn this would eventually happen. Paul and I have finially broken up. So now everyone can go off and have their celebration parties. </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5734239/posts/default/107312493818259756'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5734239/posts/default/107312493818259756'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lorirowan.blogspot.com/2004_01_01_archive.html#107312493818259756' title=''/><author><name>Lori</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02052542116725479501</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5734239.post-107302951887106698</id><published>2004-01-02T02:45:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-01-02T02:46:26.310-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Maybe you all are right, maybe your wrong. I had something I wanted to say tonight, but never got the chance to. I was hoping I would, which is too bad. Some stuff that was said tonight is really making me think....hahaha like I wasn't to begin with. I think too much. I think one time chels said to me "lori, you think too  much. just got out and have fun." Thinking too much...that will be the end</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5734239/posts/default/107302951887106698'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5734239/posts/default/107302951887106698'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lorirowan.blogspot.com/2004_01_01_archive.html#107302951887106698' title=''/><author><name>Lori</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02052542116725479501</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5734239.post-107299833582102572</id><published>2004-01-01T18:05:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-01-01T18:06:43.466-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Theres a big test coming up...so don't fucking fail it like the other 5 or so. </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5734239/posts/default/107299833582102572'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5734239/posts/default/107299833582102572'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lorirowan.blogspot.com/2004_01_01_archive.html#107299833582102572' title=''/><author><name>Lori</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02052542116725479501</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5734239.post-107285111127701865</id><published>2003-12-31T01:11:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-03-22T18:20:55.090-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>So I had this urge to update my weblog, but now that it is finally working I have nothing to say. So I guess I will talk about my day. It wasn't that exciting...wish I had done something else that had made it exciting but that’s ok I am not bitter/upset. So I get up around 1pm, after my father comes into my room like a million times to tell me pointless crap. I hate when he does that. Just </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5734239/posts/default/107285111127701865'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5734239/posts/default/107285111127701865'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lorirowan.blogspot.com/2003_12_01_archive.html#107285111127701865' title=''/><author><name>Lori</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02052542116725479501</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5734239.post-107276928996875107</id><published>2003-12-30T02:28:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-12-30T02:29:14.670-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Lately (besides last night and a few other short moments) I have been very depressed and sad. But now I know what I want. I know what will make things better. I know what the right thing for others to say and do is, but I know it will never transfer from my mind to where it should go. The sad thing is, I don't know what the right thing for me to say or do is. I don't know how to express my </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5734239/posts/default/107276928996875107'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5734239/posts/default/107276928996875107'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lorirowan.blogspot.com/2003_12_01_archive.html#107276928996875107' title=''/><author><name>Lori</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02052542116725479501</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5734239.post-107276815136919476</id><published>2003-12-30T02:09:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-12-30T02:14:08.966-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I would love to hear these words:"If there's anything that you want,If there's anything I can do,Just call on me and I'll send it alongWith love from me to you...I got arms that long to hold youAnd keep you by my side.I got lips that long to kiss youAnd keep you satisfied, oooh"From Me to You by the Beatles. </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5734239/posts/default/107276815136919476'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5734239/posts/default/107276815136919476'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lorirowan.blogspot.com/2003_12_01_archive.html#107276815136919476' title=''/><author><name>Lori</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02052542116725479501</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5734239.post-107268447629206554</id><published>2003-12-29T02:54:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-12-29T02:55:57.513-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Now I remember y! Everything felt so right...so perfect. :) I am so happy right now! I guess the statement "when it rains, it pours" is true. I feel like that right now. Well I am off to be super happy and have happy dreams of goodness! :):):):):):):):):):):):):) Good night all. </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5734239/posts/default/107268447629206554'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5734239/posts/default/107268447629206554'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lorirowan.blogspot.com/2003_12_01_archive.html#107268447629206554' title=''/><author><name>Lori</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02052542116725479501</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5734239.post-107259814858812179</id><published>2003-12-28T02:55:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-12-28T03:53:03.076-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>You know just because my mother had surgery doesn't mean I am bound to this house. I can leave and have fun. I was going to add more about how I feel, but whats the point! So I am off to bed.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5734239/posts/default/107259814858812179'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5734239/posts/default/107259814858812179'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lorirowan.blogspot.com/2003_12_01_archive.html#107259814858812179' title=''/><author><name>Lori</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02052542116725479501</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5734239.post-107258436665285507</id><published>2003-12-27T23:06:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-12-27T23:07:09.543-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>You are Form 9, Vampire: The Undying."And The Vampire was all that remained onthe blood drowned creation.  She attempted toregrow life from the dead.  But as she wasabout to give the breath of life, she wasconsumed in the flame of The Phoenix and thecycle began again."Some examples of the Vampire Form are Hades (Greek)and Isis (Egyptian).The Vampire is associated with the concept ofdeath, </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5734239/posts/default/107258436665285507'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5734239/posts/default/107258436665285507'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lorirowan.blogspot.com/2003_12_01_archive.html#107258436665285507' title=''/><author><name>Lori</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02052542116725479501</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5734239.post-107258402978863477</id><published>2003-12-27T23:00:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-12-27T23:01:32.763-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Your sign of frustration is....Swearing!!!! To you,swearing is the perfect solution to everything.The more frustrated you become, the more youswear.  You have a very large vocabulary range! What sign of frustration are you? brought to you by QuizillaThis is too true, right Michelle?/! I do swear (or atleast a lot more then normal...u can clearly see a difference in the amount of swearing)when I</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5734239/posts/default/107258402978863477'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5734239/posts/default/107258402978863477'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lorirowan.blogspot.com/2003_12_01_archive.html#107258402978863477' title=''/><author><name>Lori</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02052542116725479501</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5734239.post-107258330169818978</id><published>2003-12-27T22:48:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-12-27T22:49:23.983-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>-Perfect- You're the perfect girlfriend. Whichmeans you're rare or that you cheated :P You'rethe kind of chick that can hang out with yourboyfriend's friends and be silly. You don'tcare about presents or about going to fancyplaced. Hell, just hang out. You're just happybeing around your boyfriend. What Kind of Girlfriend Are You? brought to you by QuizillaI was really bored today and couldn't </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5734239/posts/default/107258330169818978'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5734239/posts/default/107258330169818978'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lorirowan.blogspot.com/2003_12_01_archive.html#107258330169818978' title=''/><author><name>Lori</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02052542116725479501</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5734239.post-107250595460226428</id><published>2003-12-27T01:19:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-12-27T01:22:44.966-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>So I was watching Braveheart tonight and decided to write an entry totally devoted to it. So here it goes. For those of you that haven’t seen Braveheart (i.e. Paul and Michelle-you both need to watch the damn movie…it rocks!) it’s about the Scotland Revolution. Most interesting death scenes in the movie:1.	A guy dies by getting sliced between the legs. What a way to die. Hehe2.	A guy dies by </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5734239/posts/default/107250595460226428'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5734239/posts/default/107250595460226428'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lorirowan.blogspot.com/2003_12_01_archive.html#107250595460226428' title=''/><author><name>Lori</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02052542116725479501</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5734239.post-107234102735050238</id><published>2003-12-25T03:30:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-12-25T03:31:27.123-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>wow tonight I was rereading my old post from the past few months. I realized tonight a lot of my views haven't changed. You would think with time they would. That I would like stuff more, but I don't. A lot of them, I am like "ya I still feel that way and nothing has changed, or atleast nothing has changed for the better." Michelle's suggestion is sounding better and better with everything that </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5734239/posts/default/107234102735050238'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5734239/posts/default/107234102735050238'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lorirowan.blogspot.com/2003_12_01_archive.html#107234102735050238' title=''/><author><name>Lori</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02052542116725479501</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5734239.post-107233752375487288</id><published>2003-12-25T02:32:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-12-25T02:33:03.466-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>So tonight I had the best conversation with Adam! And Adam...this entry is actually about you, but the other one wasn't...sorry to burst your bubble sweetie. So back to what I was saying. So Adam and I were talking. We first talked about who would burn in hell more. Adam said I would burn more b/c I don't believe in god, don't go to church, and cuss all the time (which to everyone's surpise...I </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5734239/posts/default/107233752375487288'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5734239/posts/default/107233752375487288'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lorirowan.blogspot.com/2003_12_01_archive.html#107233752375487288' title=''/><author><name>Lori</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02052542116725479501</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5734239.post-107233034998846455</id><published>2003-12-25T00:32:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-12-25T00:33:29.623-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Its very sad, I know all the words to Yesterday by the Beatles. I was listening to it last night and being the loser I am it made me cry. It just fit my mood so well. I am listening to it again tonight...I guess my mood didn't change much in 24hours. :(</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5734239/posts/default/107233034998846455'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5734239/posts/default/107233034998846455'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lorirowan.blogspot.com/2003_12_01_archive.html#107233034998846455' title=''/><author><name>Lori</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02052542116725479501</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5734239.post-107233001950392948</id><published>2003-12-25T00:26:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-12-25T02:35:26.950-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Help! By the BeatlesHelp, I need somebody,Help, not just anybody,Help, you know I need someone, help.When I was younger, so much younger than today,I never needed anybody's help in any way.But now these days are gone, I'm not so self assured,Now I find I've changed my mind and opened up the doors.Help me if you can, I'm feeling downAnd I do appreciate you being round.Help me, get my </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5734239/posts/default/107233001950392948'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5734239/posts/default/107233001950392948'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lorirowan.blogspot.com/2003_12_01_archive.html#107233001950392948' title=''/><author><name>Lori</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02052542116725479501</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5734239.post-107224803845146806</id><published>2003-12-24T01:40:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-12-24T01:41:37.060-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>For a second there, I was super happy and then a second later it all went to hell. Its been like that all week. I have to get out of this house and have fun! I have to cheer up! It just shouldn't be like this. I expected so much more. </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5734239/posts/default/107224803845146806'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5734239/posts/default/107224803845146806'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lorirowan.blogspot.com/2003_12_01_archive.html#107224803845146806' title=''/><author><name>Lori</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02052542116725479501</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5734239.post-107224239140411418</id><published>2003-12-24T00:06:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-12-24T00:07:30.403-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>This should not show up! This message was only ment for my eyes, damnit. </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5734239/posts/default/107224239140411418'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5734239/posts/default/107224239140411418'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lorirowan.blogspot.com/2003_12_01_archive.html#107224239140411418' title=''/><author><name>Lori</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02052542116725479501</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5734239.post-107208635904262552</id><published>2003-12-22T04:45:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-12-22T04:46:55.733-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>To add to my first entry about my conversation with Dave. So Dave was telling me all about some of his romantic dates. Here is one: "Ummm well it started off with me giving her a tree and me giveing her teady bear to her mom.  Then we got in the car and there were flowers on the seat for her.  The tree was a magic tree though, it was like the twisted kind, so I liked it.  But when I started the </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5734239/posts/default/107208635904262552'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5734239/posts/default/107208635904262552'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lorirowan.blogspot.com/2003_12_01_archive.html#107208635904262552' title=''/><author><name>Lori</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02052542116725479501</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5734239.post-107208357355440031</id><published>2003-12-22T03:59:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-12-22T04:00:30.043-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Wow talking to Dave tonight has been so much fun! We had the best conversation. It ranged from talking about girls, to guys, to romantic events, to giving each other advice, to different ways for dads to scare off the guys their daughters date. Highlights of our conversation:1. "Like I plain to tape a meter stick to her and her date and be like, you can not get any closer then this...the other </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5734239/posts/default/107208357355440031'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5734239/posts/default/107208357355440031'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lorirowan.blogspot.com/2003_12_01_archive.html#107208357355440031' title=''/><author><name>Lori</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02052542116725479501</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5734239.post-107208266222364194</id><published>2003-12-22T03:44:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-12-22T03:45:18.903-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I just keep reminding myself that everything happens for a reason. Because the second I stop believeing that...everything is going to go to hell. </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5734239/posts/default/107208266222364194'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5734239/posts/default/107208266222364194'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lorirowan.blogspot.com/2003_12_01_archive.html#107208266222364194' title=''/><author><name>Lori</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02052542116725479501</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5734239.post-107206841633498450</id><published>2003-12-21T23:46:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-12-21T23:47:52.810-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Congratulations!! You're a strawberry daquiri!! What Drink Are You? brought to you by QuizillaAs you can see, I was very bored tonight. </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5734239/posts/default/107206841633498450'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5734239/posts/default/107206841633498450'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lorirowan.blogspot.com/2003_12_01_archive.html#107206841633498450' title=''/><author><name>Lori</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02052542116725479501</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5734239.post-107206799572429653</id><published>2003-12-21T23:39:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-12-21T23:41:29.903-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Legolas Orlando What Orlando Bloom are You? brought to you by QuizillaAhhhh, Legolas rocks! Damn he is hot!</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5734239/posts/default/107206799572429653'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5734239/posts/default/107206799572429653'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lorirowan.blogspot.com/2003_12_01_archive.html#107206799572429653' title=''/><author><name>Lori</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02052542116725479501</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5734239.post-107206743708607897</id><published>2003-12-21T23:30:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-12-21T23:31:33.780-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>You're chocolate.  You're the old soul type, peoplefeel that they have known you their entirelife.  Many often open up to you for they viewyou as thoughtful and trustworthy.  Althoughpeople trust you, you have a hard time trustingthem.  You prefer to keep your feelings bottledup inside, or display them very quietly.  It isalright to open up every once in a while. Which kind of candy are you? </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5734239/posts/default/107206743708607897'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5734239/posts/default/107206743708607897'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lorirowan.blogspot.com/2003_12_01_archive.html#107206743708607897' title=''/><author><name>Lori</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02052542116725479501</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5734239.post-107203862934740954</id><published>2003-12-21T15:30:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-12-21T15:31:59.700-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I am sick of this bullshit and always getting my feelings hurt! </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5734239/posts/default/107203862934740954'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5734239/posts/default/107203862934740954'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lorirowan.blogspot.com/2003_12_01_archive.html#107203862934740954' title=''/><author><name>Lori</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02052542116725479501</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5734239.post-107194589995005012</id><published>2003-12-20T13:44:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-12-20T13:45:55.060-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Being home is driving me up the fucking hall! I hate fucking x-mas! I want to get out and do something fucking fun for once. DAMNIT! </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5734239/posts/default/107194589995005012'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5734239/posts/default/107194589995005012'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lorirowan.blogspot.com/2003_12_01_archive.html#107194589995005012' title=''/><author><name>Lori</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02052542116725479501</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5734239.post-107189968621790364</id><published>2003-12-20T00:54:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-12-20T00:56:38.700-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Ich hasse, wann Leute eine vollständige Gruppe Leute einladen, die Sie Freunde mit außerdem sind und nicht stören, Sie einzuladen! Ich hasse, wann Kerle nicht ihren Verstand bilden und Sie die ganze Zeit gerade vermeiden können. Vor ich gerade wünsche jeder Freunde sein, wie wir einem Monat waren und damit ich zutreffendes happyness finde. Ich möchte einen Kerl finden, der Lieben, Respekt und </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5734239/posts/default/107189968621790364'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5734239/posts/default/107189968621790364'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lorirowan.blogspot.com/2003_12_01_archive.html#107189968621790364' title=''/><author><name>Lori</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02052542116725479501</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5734239.post-107189813102562130</id><published>2003-12-20T00:28:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-12-20T00:59:33.513-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Man, what a shitty day. I am in such a crappy mood and I don't even know why. Well my day all began by getting woken up at 10:30 because the house was getting cleaned. So I come down stairs looking like shit run over twice. I eat my bagel and then head back to bed at 12:30. The whole time I am taking a nap all these fucking people call. Random people for my mom (I didn't bother answering the </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5734239/posts/default/107189813102562130'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5734239/posts/default/107189813102562130'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lorirowan.blogspot.com/2003_12_01_archive.html#107189813102562130' title=''/><author><name>Lori</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02052542116725479501</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5734239.post-107156111901161367</id><published>2003-12-16T02:51:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-12-16T03:01:18.513-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>In this crazyness, how do I know you will be there? How do I know this isn't the beginning of the end or the calm before the storm? When its all over will you be there waiting for me at the end? In the end, will I be able to walk up to you and you give me a huge hug filled with love and compassion? Will you be there to wipe the tears from my face and tell me it will be ok? Will it ever be how I </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5734239/posts/default/107156111901161367'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5734239/posts/default/107156111901161367'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lorirowan.blogspot.com/2003_12_01_archive.html#107156111901161367' title=''/><author><name>Lori</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02052542116725479501</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5734239.post-107146590227942980</id><published>2003-12-15T00:25:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-12-15T00:25:52.123-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Wow tonight was filled with the most oddness. For those of you that know me, I am totally not religious. But tonight I was sitting here infront of my computer just thinking. For some reason, I had this urge to go to church. I do not know what it was. It was the most odd feeling ever. I never want to go to church, but for some reason I just felt this need to go to church. Maybe I am still upset </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5734239/posts/default/107146590227942980'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5734239/posts/default/107146590227942980'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lorirowan.blogspot.com/2003_12_01_archive.html#107146590227942980' title=''/><author><name>Lori</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02052542116725479501</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5734239.post-107145415367879022</id><published>2003-12-14T21:09:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-12-14T21:10:03.610-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Here is the movie I belong in:Lord of the Rings! What movie Do you Belong in?(many different outcomes!) brought to you by QuizillaYay me! </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5734239/posts/default/107145415367879022'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5734239/posts/default/107145415367879022'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lorirowan.blogspot.com/2003_12_01_archive.html#107145415367879022' title=''/><author><name>Lori</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02052542116725479501</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5734239.post-107130813024793254</id><published>2003-12-13T04:35:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-12-13T04:37:14.280-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>If I knew I could redo it, it would be hello bridges. </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5734239/posts/default/107130813024793254'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5734239/posts/default/107130813024793254'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lorirowan.blogspot.com/2003_12_01_archive.html#107130813024793254' title=''/><author><name>Lori</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02052542116725479501</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5734239.post-107130804857667912</id><published>2003-12-13T04:34:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-12-13T04:34:56.623-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Tuesday night, I left campus and went home. No one noticed nor cared. Tonight, I went driving and no one noticed nor cared. While I was driving tonight, the same thoughts from my drive to my sister's house before Jean's funeral kept slipping back into my mind. Although they weren't as strong and serious as thursday morning, they were still there. I was still semi-considering it. But once again </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5734239/posts/default/107130804857667912'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5734239/posts/default/107130804857667912'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lorirowan.blogspot.com/2003_12_01_archive.html#107130804857667912' title=''/><author><name>Lori</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02052542116725479501</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5734239.post-107129044150160994</id><published>2003-12-12T23:40:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-12-12T23:41:29.123-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Michelle reminded me of this funny song: Copacabana by Barry Manilow"Her name was Lola, she was a showgirlwith yellow feathers in her hair and a dress cut down to thereshe would merengue and do the cha-chaand while she tried to be a starTony always tended baracross the crowded floor, they worked from 8 til 4they were young and they had each otherwho could ask for more?CHORUS:At the </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5734239/posts/default/107129044150160994'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5734239/posts/default/107129044150160994'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lorirowan.blogspot.com/2003_12_01_archive.html#107129044150160994' title=''/><author><name>Lori</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02052542116725479501</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5734239.post-107128639413964090</id><published>2003-12-12T22:33:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-12-12T22:34:01.810-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>here Michelle I hope this works</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5734239/posts/default/107128639413964090'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5734239/posts/default/107128639413964090'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lorirowan.blogspot.com/2003_12_01_archive.html#107128639413964090' title=''/><author><name>Lori</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02052542116725479501</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5734239.post-107125982171707247</id><published>2003-12-12T15:10:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-12-12T15:11:09.403-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>On a random note, if your going to fill out my survey put your name down or something. Because five people have filled it out and only three people put names or atleast a word or two. I always like knowing what people really think of me, so put your name down or atleast put something down when it asks for a name. Thanks. </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5734239/posts/default/107125982171707247'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5734239/posts/default/107125982171707247'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lorirowan.blogspot.com/2003_12_01_archive.html#107125982171707247' title=''/><author><name>Lori</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02052542116725479501</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5734239.post-107109753679627371</id><published>2003-12-10T18:05:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-12-10T18:06:22.686-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I just added a new link. Its too this webpage where you can survey me. There are all these questions about me to answer. Enjoy!</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5734239/posts/default/107109753679627371'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5734239/posts/default/107109753679627371'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lorirowan.blogspot.com/2003_12_01_archive.html#107109753679627371' title=''/><author><name>Lori</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02052542116725479501</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5734239.post-107078669578373451</id><published>2003-12-07T03:44:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-12-07T03:45:37.560-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Had to fucking add a post to add the new link. I hate having to do that. It fucking blows! </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5734239/posts/default/107078669578373451'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5734239/posts/default/107078669578373451'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lorirowan.blogspot.com/2003_12_01_archive.html#107078669578373451' title=''/><author><name>Lori</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02052542116725479501</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5734239.post-107043299585637475</id><published>2003-12-03T01:29:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-12-10T18:07:47.810-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>The Red Hot Chilli Peppers rock!!! They are my favorite band ever. Here is one of their best songs:Under the Bridge by the Red Hot Chilli PeppersSometimes I feelLike I don't have a partnerSometimes I feelLike my only friendIs the city I live inThe city of angelsLonely as I amTogether we cryI drive on her streets'Cause she's my companionI walk through her hills'Cause she knows who </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5734239/posts/default/107043299585637475'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5734239/posts/default/107043299585637475'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lorirowan.blogspot.com/2003_12_01_archive.html#107043299585637475' title=''/><author><name>Lori</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02052542116725479501</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5734239.post-107043111526970442</id><published>2003-12-03T00:58:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-12-03T00:59:13.653-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I can't wait for winter break. At first I was all sad about it, but now I can't fucking wait! I want to be able to fucking relax for once.  </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5734239/posts/default/107043111526970442'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5734239/posts/default/107043111526970442'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lorirowan.blogspot.com/2003_12_01_archive.html#107043111526970442' title=''/><author><name>Lori</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02052542116725479501</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5734239.post-107043090067503861</id><published>2003-12-03T00:55:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-12-03T00:55:39.093-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Michelle's new line: "Sluttin it up." Everyone must now go out and use this line. Its damn fun! Hehe Michelle your so damn funny. </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5734239/posts/default/107043090067503861'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5734239/posts/default/107043090067503861'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lorirowan.blogspot.com/2003_12_01_archive.html#107043090067503861' title=''/><author><name>Lori</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02052542116725479501</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5734239.post-107018007812190264</id><published>2003-11-30T03:14:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-12-01T16:04:11.793-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>What a weird week. </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5734239/posts/default/107018007812190264'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5734239/posts/default/107018007812190264'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lorirowan.blogspot.com/2003_11_01_archive.html#107018007812190264' title=''/><author><name>Lori</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02052542116725479501</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5734239.post-107014614141576593</id><published>2003-11-29T17:49:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-11-29T17:49:36.043-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>So lately I have been trying to understand the mind of a guy. But its too fucking hard. You guys are so fucking confusing. For instance, how can a guy one day say he really likes a girl and the next drop her like she is nothing? How can he loose interest (as Christian puts it) so fast and then treat her like she is nothing?/! How can guys be so heartless and unemotional? Also how can guys just </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5734239/posts/default/107014614141576593'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5734239/posts/default/107014614141576593'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lorirowan.blogspot.com/2003_11_01_archive.html#107014614141576593' title=''/><author><name>Lori</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02052542116725479501</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5734239.post-107005852981288896</id><published>2003-11-28T17:28:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-11-28T17:31:05.576-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Warum bist mensch alzu verdamen aerglash?/! </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5734239/posts/default/107005852981288896'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5734239/posts/default/107005852981288896'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lorirowan.blogspot.com/2003_11_01_archive.html#107005852981288896' title=''/><author><name>Lori</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02052542116725479501</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5734239.post-106999186149503719</id><published>2003-11-27T22:57:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-11-27T22:58:14.046-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Grrr, I am so mad and upset. I wish things were like they were two weeks ago. Where I didnt feel any kind of emotional aspect. I didnt feel used or awkard. I was actually begining to feel I was making some really good friends at school and now that is all messed up. I feel like there are some people (i.e. the guys from room 253...or whatever their room # is) I can't really talk to. Which is sad b</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5734239/posts/default/106999186149503719'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5734239/posts/default/106999186149503719'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lorirowan.blogspot.com/2003_11_01_archive.html#106999186149503719' title=''/><author><name>Lori</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02052542116725479501</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5734239.post-106991355240438102</id><published>2003-11-27T01:12:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-11-27T01:13:04.733-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Michelles new line: "Sluttin it up." Everyone should use it!</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5734239/posts/default/106991355240438102'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5734239/posts/default/106991355240438102'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lorirowan.blogspot.com/2003_11_01_archive.html#106991355240438102' title=''/><author><name>Lori</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02052542116725479501</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5734239.post-106972628005642723</id><published>2003-11-24T21:11:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-11-24T21:11:50.186-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>What a fucking stressful day. I am so thinking about skipping my two remaining classes and going home early two days early. </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5734239/posts/default/106972628005642723'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5734239/posts/default/106972628005642723'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lorirowan.blogspot.com/2003_11_01_archive.html#106972628005642723' title=''/><author><name>Lori</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02052542116725479501</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5734239.post-106937048143882286</id><published>2003-11-20T18:21:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-11-20T18:22:06.890-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Yay Don!</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5734239/posts/default/106937048143882286'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5734239/posts/default/106937048143882286'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lorirowan.blogspot.com/2003_11_01_archive.html#106937048143882286' title=''/><author><name>Lori</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02052542116725479501</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5734239.post-106936966470929412</id><published>2003-11-20T18:07:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-11-20T18:08:35.170-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'></summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5734239/posts/default/106936966470929412'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5734239/posts/default/106936966470929412'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lorirowan.blogspot.com/2003_11_01_archive.html#106936966470929412' title=''/><author><name>Lori</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02052542116725479501</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5734239.post-106921587304319995</id><published>2003-11-18T23:24:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-11-18T23:24:57.153-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>So ya, my goal for today was to work on my paper. And as you can see, I am not getting much done. I am writing this instead. But I am proud, I wrote about half of it. I have an semi-ok introduction, two paragraphs of writing about counter claims and then saying how wrong they are and then a nice transition sentence to my argument...but no arguement. I was going ok until I got to the part about </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5734239/posts/default/106921587304319995'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5734239/posts/default/106921587304319995'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lorirowan.blogspot.com/2003_11_01_archive.html#106921587304319995' title=''/><author><name>Lori</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02052542116725479501</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5734239.post-106917703039537773</id><published>2003-11-18T12:37:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-11-18T12:37:33.890-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Wow today I found out that my father has a PhD in business. Its very sad I didn't know this before hand. When I found out he had a PhD, I had to of course called to make sure. He didn't seem to pleased that I didn't know until now. Opps. Well yay Daddy!! </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5734239/posts/default/106917703039537773'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5734239/posts/default/106917703039537773'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lorirowan.blogspot.com/2003_11_01_archive.html#106917703039537773' title=''/><author><name>Lori</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02052542116725479501</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5734239.post-106908698975373729</id><published>2003-11-17T11:36:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-11-17T11:36:52.233-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'> Last night I had a dream that Jean was still alive and she was talking to me. It felt so weird. In my dream I was all confused b/c I was like "hey Jean is alive? I thought she was dead?/!" And she was giving me all this advice about life and love, but I don't remember any of it. It felt so real. I seriously didn't think I was dreaming. I thought I was awake and someone had just played a mean </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5734239/posts/default/106908698975373729'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5734239/posts/default/106908698975373729'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lorirowan.blogspot.com/2003_11_01_archive.html#106908698975373729' title=''/><author><name>Lori</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02052542116725479501</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5734239.post-106895031382333282</id><published>2003-11-15T21:38:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-11-15T21:38:54.890-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>My new venus fly-trap plant will eat you all!!!!! Arrrrrr!</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5734239/posts/default/106895031382333282'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5734239/posts/default/106895031382333282'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lorirowan.blogspot.com/2003_11_01_archive.html#106895031382333282' title=''/><author><name>Lori</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02052542116725479501</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5734239.post-106884048034193633</id><published>2003-11-14T15:08:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-11-14T15:08:20.483-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I have once again added links to my blog. If anyone has any more suggestions of funny websites, like me know. I want to add more, but need more funny websites. Also, if anyone else has a weblog I don't know about. Tell me. I always love reading them and will add them as a link on my weblog. Well must go. I have tons of shit I have to get done and I want to take a nap. Yay, last day of biology lab</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5734239/posts/default/106884048034193633'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5734239/posts/default/106884048034193633'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lorirowan.blogspot.com/2003_11_01_archive.html#106884048034193633' title=''/><author><name>Lori</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02052542116725479501</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5734239.post-106869845958319387</id><published>2003-11-12T23:40:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-11-12T23:40:56.753-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Michelle you should be proud of me! </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5734239/posts/default/106869845958319387'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5734239/posts/default/106869845958319387'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lorirowan.blogspot.com/2003_11_01_archive.html#106869845958319387' title=''/><author><name>Lori</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02052542116725479501</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5734239.post-106867829924808195</id><published>2003-11-12T18:04:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-11-12T18:04:56.763-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Where do people go when they die? If I was to tell Jean right now how much I missed her and love her, would she in some way know what I say? Did she know how much I love her in life? What happens when you die? Does an angel come and take you away. Or does your mind just go into a new kind of conciousness? Like a dream that never ends. Is she happy now? Is she at peace? Was she in a lot of pain </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5734239/posts/default/106867829924808195'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5734239/posts/default/106867829924808195'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lorirowan.blogspot.com/2003_11_01_archive.html#106867829924808195' title=''/><author><name>Lori</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02052542116725479501</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5734239.post-106862584232074994</id><published>2003-11-12T03:30:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-11-12T03:30:39.560-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I hate the world today. Everything is caving in around me. I was hoping I could do something to bring me out of this frustrated and mad mood I am in.  But nothing works. I tried going home, I only went into a deeper depression then I already was in. And what makes it worst is I feel I cant talk to anyone here, not really talk i mean. I feel alone and sad. I feel like going away and never coming </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5734239/posts/default/106862584232074994'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5734239/posts/default/106862584232074994'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lorirowan.blogspot.com/2003_11_01_archive.html#106862584232074994' title=''/><author><name>Lori</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02052542116725479501</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5734239.post-106829985352483879</id><published>2003-11-08T08:57:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-11-08T08:57:30.933-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>This may be my final Jean update. Sadly, this morning at 5am she passed away. I didn't even get a chance to say goodbye last night. We were going to go this morning to visit her. My mother said I was too upset to go last night and may get Jean upset...so we should let her rest. Now Jean is gone and I never got to say goodbye. I need to go now. :(</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5734239/posts/default/106829985352483879'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5734239/posts/default/106829985352483879'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lorirowan.blogspot.com/2003_11_01_archive.html#106829985352483879' title=''/><author><name>Lori</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02052542116725479501</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5734239.post-106818577621207285</id><published>2003-11-07T01:16:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-11-07T03:39:34.033-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Can't believe I am back here infront of this damn computer. I hate this chair, this desk, this three feet by three feet box I am in. I hate it all. I want to be away from here. All week I couldn't wait to get home. I somehow thought that by going home all my frustrations, all my worries and problems would somehow disappear. I still can't wait to go back from and not be the shy person...or atleast</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5734239/posts/default/106818577621207285'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5734239/posts/default/106818577621207285'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lorirowan.blogspot.com/2003_11_01_archive.html#106818577621207285' title=''/><author><name>Lori</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02052542116725479501</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5734239.post-106801452220845367</id><published>2003-11-05T01:42:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-11-05T01:42:00.260-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I have gone mad crazy with adding links tonight, but enough is enough. So I shall add more at another time. Enjoy for now!</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5734239/posts/default/106801452220845367'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5734239/posts/default/106801452220845367'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lorirowan.blogspot.com/2003_11_01_archive.html#106801452220845367' title=''/><author><name>Lori</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02052542116725479501</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5734239.post-106801363678216739</id><published>2003-11-05T01:27:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-11-05T01:27:15.036-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>grrr I need to post to allow my new link to appear on the webpage...damn it! </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5734239/posts/default/106801363678216739'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5734239/posts/default/106801363678216739'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lorirowan.blogspot.com/2003_11_01_archive.html#106801363678216739' title=''/><author><name>Lori</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02052542116725479501</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5734239.post-106801348620557249</id><published>2003-11-05T01:24:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-11-05T01:24:44.506-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>So ya, tonight Maria and I began playing around with my weblog. Apparently I can add links to it. Now I just have to figure out how to add pics....so everyone can enjoy pics of my rockville buddies and possibly umbc buddies. So we tested out my first link. Lucky Don, you got to be the first link. If anyone has any other suggestions on links, let me know. I need fun websites to have links too. </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5734239/posts/default/106801348620557249'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5734239/posts/default/106801348620557249'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lorirowan.blogspot.com/2003_11_01_archive.html#106801348620557249' title=''/><author><name>Lori</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02052542116725479501</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5734239.post-106801261189967127</id><published>2003-11-05T01:10:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-11-05T01:10:10.393-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>ahhhhhhhhh</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5734239/posts/default/106801261189967127'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5734239/posts/default/106801261189967127'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lorirowan.blogspot.com/2003_11_01_archive.html#106801261189967127' title=''/><author><name>Lori</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02052542116725479501</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5734239.post-106801165749439575</id><published>2003-11-05T00:54:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-11-05T00:56:04.480-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Neurotic Squirrels</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5734239/posts/default/106801165749439575'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5734239/posts/default/106801165749439575'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lorirowan.blogspot.com/2003_11_01_archive.html#106801165749439575' title=''/><author><name>Lori</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02052542116725479501</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5734239.post-106790965203739010</id><published>2003-11-03T20:34:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-11-03T20:34:10.476-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I had a realization tonight. I read someone's away message and reread my blog over the past month. I have been really mean to some people, espcially in my blog. I don't know if it was just me lashing out b/c I was hurt or just to vent about stuff; maybe a little of both. I think people take my blog too seriously! Don't you all get that all this is just me venting about stuff and getting it off my</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5734239/posts/default/106790965203739010'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5734239/posts/default/106790965203739010'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lorirowan.blogspot.com/2003_11_01_archive.html#106790965203739010' title=''/><author><name>Lori</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02052542116725479501</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5734239.post-106775287344946369</id><published>2003-11-02T01:01:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-11-02T01:01:12.450-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I hate this school! I feel so out of place. I feel like I have no friends here, I dont belong, and everyone hates me! I cant wait to go back to rockville next weekend!!</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5734239/posts/default/106775287344946369'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5734239/posts/default/106775287344946369'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lorirowan.blogspot.com/2003_11_01_archive.html#106775287344946369' title=''/><author><name>Lori</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02052542116725479501</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5734239.post-106752321263743522</id><published>2003-10-30T09:13:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-10-30T09:13:22.280-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Awww, I just saw Kyle's weblog. I know just how you feel. It blows! I hope you cheer up! On a side note: Thank you Taneem for the vitual hug you imed me with yesterday! I feel loved! For those of you that don't know, people in/from Rockville rock! They are good people, except a few bad apples (for those of you that know me, you know the people I am talking about)</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5734239/posts/default/106752321263743522'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5734239/posts/default/106752321263743522'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lorirowan.blogspot.com/2003_10_01_archive.html#106752321263743522' title=''/><author><name>Lori</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02052542116725479501</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5734239.post-106747443092497619</id><published>2003-10-29T19:40:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-10-29T19:40:28.593-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I hate it here! I think I should just transfer to another school. Michelle suggests College park. I don't know. Sometimes I like it here, but most of the time I hate this fucking school! I thought I would get here a make all this new friends and have a blast. Everyone here is so into their own little click and don't want to borther being your friend...is worst then high school. Ever since I came </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5734239/posts/default/106747443092497619'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5734239/posts/default/106747443092497619'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lorirowan.blogspot.com/2003_10_01_archive.html#106747443092497619' title=''/><author><name>Lori</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02052542116725479501</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5734239.post-106746978547396296</id><published>2003-10-29T18:23:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-10-29T18:23:03.886-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I took the quiz on laura's weblog. My key signature is "G# minor - You are not totally happy, and you know it. At least you are trying to do something about it. You like to think and create to try and sort out your problems. Keep going the way you are, and you will soon be on speaking terms with your demons." </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5734239/posts/default/106746978547396296'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5734239/posts/default/106746978547396296'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lorirowan.blogspot.com/2003_10_01_archive.html#106746978547396296' title=''/><author><name>Lori</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02052542116725479501</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5734239.post-106746648397410204</id><published>2003-10-29T17:28:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-10-29T17:28:03.306-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Let me just say this for the record, my post below is NOT a declaration that I hate anyone. I don't hate anyone. I am just moody this week. </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5734239/posts/default/106746648397410204'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5734239/posts/default/106746648397410204'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lorirowan.blogspot.com/2003_10_01_archive.html#106746648397410204' title=''/><author><name>Lori</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02052542116725479501</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5734239.post-106744554256365844</id><published>2003-10-29T11:39:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-11-03T19:05:13.340-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Ok some stuff has been pissing me off lately. First, this whole college thing sucks! I thought it would be fun and I would meet lots of interesting and NICE people. But lately lots of people have been really mean. Some just yell at you for everything you do, even through you try to be nice to them. But all they do is bitch at you for random shit and the keychains on  your bag. Thats bullshit! Or</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5734239/posts/default/106744554256365844'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5734239/posts/default/106744554256365844'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lorirowan.blogspot.com/2003_10_01_archive.html#106744554256365844' title=''/><author><name>Lori</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02052542116725479501</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5734239.post-106727966776535942</id><published>2003-10-27T13:34:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-10-27T13:34:26.976-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Hey All: Wow was yesterday an interesting day. I got up, got food with a bunch of people on my floor, and then took a shower. I tried studying for biology, but I didn’t get much done. So now I have to do some major studying in the next few days. At 3:30 I left for Lisa’s (oh for those of you that don’t know Lisa is my older sister). I get there and eat some of her food and get stuff together for</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5734239/posts/default/106727966776535942'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5734239/posts/default/106727966776535942'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lorirowan.blogspot.com/2003_10_01_archive.html#106727966776535942' title=''/><author><name>Lori</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02052542116725479501</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5734239.post-106719490466149758</id><published>2003-10-26T14:01:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-10-26T14:01:44.436-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>HAHA, I just realized something. gee, I wonder what will happen next sunday. It will be interesting. hahaha, probably nothing...atleast I hope nothing. I don't think I could handle much more at the moment. Sorry everyone, I am not making sense, but thats ok. I understand what I mean and if people have been following the events in October; I think they would understand as well. Well I am off to </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5734239/posts/default/106719490466149758'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5734239/posts/default/106719490466149758'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lorirowan.blogspot.com/2003_10_01_archive.html#106719490466149758' title=''/><author><name>Lori</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02052542116725479501</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5734239.post-106714049610272887</id><published>2003-10-25T23:54:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-10-25T23:54:56.010-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>What a great night!!! I am loving being single again! This week just seems to be getting better and better. :)</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5734239/posts/default/106714049610272887'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5734239/posts/default/106714049610272887'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lorirowan.blogspot.com/2003_10_01_archive.html#106714049610272887' title=''/><author><name>Lori</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02052542116725479501</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5734239.post-106712737579576537</id><published>2003-10-25T20:16:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-10-25T23:55:28.336-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Hehe Danny is funny!</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5734239/posts/default/106712737579576537'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5734239/posts/default/106712737579576537'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lorirowan.blogspot.com/2003_10_01_archive.html#106712737579576537' title=''/><author><name>Lori</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02052542116725479501</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5734239.post-106710682109404596</id><published>2003-10-25T14:33:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-10-25T14:38:19.343-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Hey All:I know you all have been waiting intently for another update and probably one that is more then just a sentence or two long. Sorry the past week or so I haven’t felt like doing into real detail of my life. But thats all over now. The past week has been so much fun! Tuesday, I enjoyed my lack of school work. All day I went between playing dynasty warriors (my new favorite videogame…its </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5734239/posts/default/106710682109404596'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5734239/posts/default/106710682109404596'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lorirowan.blogspot.com/2003_10_01_archive.html#106710682109404596' title=''/><author><name>Lori</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02052542116725479501</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5734239.post-106700858262463877</id><published>2003-10-24T11:16:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-10-24T11:16:22.463-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Last night was fun! Angie and I went to this club called Mint Baltimore. It was nice going out and enjoying being single!!! :) </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5734239/posts/default/106700858262463877'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5734239/posts/default/106700858262463877'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lorirowan.blogspot.com/2003_10_01_archive.html#106700858262463877' title=''/><author><name>Lori</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02052542116725479501</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5734239.post-106675025542759770</id><published>2003-10-21T11:30:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-10-21T11:30:55.183-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I am outraged. I woke up this morning feeling an aray of crappy feelings. Feeling depressed and lonely on so many levels. But now I have just gotten back from english. We are starting our research paper...its on the freedom of speech on college campus. We had to read the introduction to this chapter in a book. It began by showing different offensive comments people have said. One was these mother</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5734239/posts/default/106675025542759770'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5734239/posts/default/106675025542759770'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lorirowan.blogspot.com/2003_10_01_archive.html#106675025542759770' title=''/><author><name>Lori</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02052542116725479501</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5734239.post-106668843613220115</id><published>2003-10-20T18:20:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-10-20T18:20:36.093-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I have finally finshed the 5th Harry Potter. I cant wait to talk about every part of it with Lily. Its going to be great. I cant wait for the next book!!! </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5734239/posts/default/106668843613220115'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5734239/posts/default/106668843613220115'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lorirowan.blogspot.com/2003_10_01_archive.html#106668843613220115' title=''/><author><name>Lori</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02052542116725479501</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry></feed>
