<?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-6716669427475807120</id><updated>2011-04-21T13:33:21.812-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Chologate Is Not Chocolate</title><subtitle type='html'>Quoted from Sonlorr</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chologate.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6716669427475807120/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chologate.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Miss Chologate</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16139907477204985112</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Ds6gAM5N2pA/SaBubM3d99I/AAAAAAAAAAM/hmLbCO3a4zE/S220/MendraIcon.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>6</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6716669427475807120.post-743131024337237896</id><published>2009-04-08T18:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-08T18:33:45.612-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Female Sterilization</title><content type='html'>So.. as it comes time for another test in my human sexuality class next week... I'm beginning my review sheet... one of the terms in my book is as follows (with definition):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Transcervical Sterilization&lt;/span&gt;: A method of female sterilization using a tiny coil that is inserted through the vagina, cervix and uterus into the fallopian tubes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;......um... OW?! Just the thought of some doctor shoving a coil up my privates really makes my cringe.. ugh.. ok well, that is all! back to studying &lt;.&lt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6716669427475807120-743131024337237896?l=chologate.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chologate.blogspot.com/feeds/743131024337237896/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://chologate.blogspot.com/2009/04/female-sterilization.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6716669427475807120/posts/default/743131024337237896'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6716669427475807120/posts/default/743131024337237896'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chologate.blogspot.com/2009/04/female-sterilization.html' title='Female Sterilization'/><author><name>Miss Chologate</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16139907477204985112</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Ds6gAM5N2pA/SaBubM3d99I/AAAAAAAAAAM/hmLbCO3a4zE/S220/MendraIcon.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6716669427475807120.post-7241294405960259396</id><published>2009-03-30T08:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-30T08:51:58.166-07:00</updated><title type='text'>No Air</title><content type='html'>No Air- Jordan Sparks ft. Chris Brown&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tell me how I'm supposed to breathe with no air&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I should die before I wake&lt;br /&gt;It's 'cause you took my breath away&lt;br /&gt;Losing you is like living in a world with no air&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm here alone, didn't wanna leave&lt;br /&gt;My heart won't move, it's incomplete&lt;br /&gt;Wish there was a way that I can make you understand&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But how do you expect me&lt;br /&gt;To live alone with just me&lt;br /&gt;'Cause my world revolves around you&lt;br /&gt;It's so hard for me to breathe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Chorus]&lt;br /&gt;Tell me how I'm supposed to breathe with no air&lt;br /&gt;Can't live, can't breathe with no air&lt;br /&gt;That's how I feel whenever you ain't there&lt;br /&gt;There's no air, no air&lt;br /&gt;Got me out here in the water so deep&lt;br /&gt;Tell me how you gon' be without me&lt;br /&gt;If you ain't here, I just can't breathe&lt;br /&gt;There's no air, no air&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No air, air&lt;br /&gt;No air, air&lt;br /&gt;No air, air&lt;br /&gt;No air, air&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I walked, I ran, I jumped, I flew&lt;br /&gt;Right off the ground to float to you&lt;br /&gt;There's no gravity to hold me down for real&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But somehow I'm still alive inside&lt;br /&gt;You took my breath, but I survived&lt;br /&gt;I don't know how, but I don't even care&lt;br /&gt;So how do you expect me&lt;br /&gt;To live alone with just me&lt;br /&gt;'Cause my world revolves around you&lt;br /&gt;It's so hard for me to breathe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Chorus]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No more&lt;br /&gt;No air&lt;br /&gt;There's no air, no air&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Chorus]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you expect me&lt;br /&gt;To live alone with just me&lt;br /&gt;'Cause my world revolves around you&lt;br /&gt;It's so hard for me to breathe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Chorus]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No air, air&lt;br /&gt;No air, air&lt;br /&gt;No air, air&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No air&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;------------&lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=GxBdQs10FEI"&gt;No Air Video&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;This is probably the best duet I've heard in a LONG time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways...  5 more weeks of classes! O.O holy shit. Then finals... then summer YAY! Can't wait to be home.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6716669427475807120-7241294405960259396?l=chologate.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chologate.blogspot.com/feeds/7241294405960259396/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://chologate.blogspot.com/2009/03/no-air.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6716669427475807120/posts/default/7241294405960259396'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6716669427475807120/posts/default/7241294405960259396'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chologate.blogspot.com/2009/03/no-air.html' title='No Air'/><author><name>Miss Chologate</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16139907477204985112</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Ds6gAM5N2pA/SaBubM3d99I/AAAAAAAAAAM/hmLbCO3a4zE/S220/MendraIcon.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6716669427475807120.post-4489916976058339109</id><published>2009-03-20T00:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-20T00:29:53.200-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Life!</title><content type='html'>Oh... where do I begin?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Spring Break was awesome! My visit down in Fl. with Jarrod and Jacque was freaking awesome. I'm really glad I went, it was the first real vacation I had had in a long time and they're awesome people. :) The trip was way to short though! Flew in Monday and left Friday morning, not long enough at all. *shakes head* But the time I did spend down there was fun times. Tuesday we went to Silver Springs which is kinda like this big zoo built on a spring and they have glass bottom boat rides! It's also where the original Tarzan was filmed. On Wednesday we went to DeLeon Springs- where you can actually swim in the water and they have a pancake house! So we had awesome pancakes for breakfast and then got to go swimming in 75(ish) degree water. It was pretty fun, except I got a badass sunburn on my back. lol. On thursday we went to Bush Gardens in Tampa- my first time ever going on upside down roller coasters! Iwas kinda freaked out &gt;_&lt; but they weren't so bad. Not my favorite rides but definitely not bad. Friday was lame cause I had to come back to cold ass Ma. Saturday was spent in Ct with my aunts and their families. It was nice to see them all again :), I hadn't seen them since Christmas time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-School is kinda lame. I'm enjoying all of my classes but I'm just so freaking done with it! Of course I want to graduate but ughh, its just not as important as I thought it once was. That doesn't mean I'm not going to try because I am, but I'm also not going to be heart broken if I don't graduate on time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Pets. Not so good. My mom had to put Loui, our pet rat, down this week :(. He was having a lot of trouble moving his head/tongue so he was barely eating or drinking. He had been on pain meds for the past month or so and it got to the point where he was barely even moving. So mom took him into the vet and the lady said it was in his best interest to put him down. =(. Really sucks, I would have at least liked to be there to say goodbye.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Life in general is medicore. Lots of hard feelings that I'm trying to deal with and not doing a great job with. Still incredibly hung up on Jason and everything that relationship did to me, and I've been spending a lot of time questioning whether or not I really want to put myself out there again. I know I'm young and shouldn't be so pessimistic about it, but every time I put myself out there I get hurt... its just not really worth it anymore. But I guess we'll see...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, I dyed my hair tonight! &gt;.&gt; It's black &lt;.&lt; I'll post a picture once I take a good one. =P But for now, I'm goin to catch some zzzzz's. Night!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6716669427475807120-4489916976058339109?l=chologate.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chologate.blogspot.com/feeds/4489916976058339109/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://chologate.blogspot.com/2009/03/life.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6716669427475807120/posts/default/4489916976058339109'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6716669427475807120/posts/default/4489916976058339109'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chologate.blogspot.com/2009/03/life.html' title='Life!'/><author><name>Miss Chologate</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16139907477204985112</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Ds6gAM5N2pA/SaBubM3d99I/AAAAAAAAAAM/hmLbCO3a4zE/S220/MendraIcon.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6716669427475807120.post-2991440688247430101</id><published>2009-02-24T13:28:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-24T13:39:01.646-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Messes in the Hallway</title><content type='html'>Suitemate: Elspeth&lt;br /&gt;Area of the Suite: Hallway&lt;br /&gt;Problem: Messy!!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hokay so. Elspeth is the 4th girl who is in the 2nd single. She has the biggest room in the entire suite all to herself. Yet she feels the need to continuously pile her shit in the fucking hallways RIGHT outside of her freaking door. Over the weekend it got to the point where we couldn't even walk in the hallway without stepping over or on her shit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So last night I finally got fed up and piled all of the crap up (nicely) and put it on her bed in her room. I did NOT just throw it into her room like I wanted to. I placed them neatly out of everybody's way. Later she comes in like&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E: "Uh, do you know who moved my stuff?"&lt;br /&gt;M: "Yeah, I did."&lt;br /&gt;E: "Why?"&lt;br /&gt;M: "Because it was really annoying seeing all of your stuff out there." And at this point I plug in my headphones and put them on and hear her saying something like "well you could have just asked me because *that's kind of rude*.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, I got a good laugh from it. So far the hallways has stayed clear but we'll see... I'm expecting her to put her shit there again just out of spite. But whatever...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gotta get ready for class!! Laters!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6716669427475807120-2991440688247430101?l=chologate.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chologate.blogspot.com/feeds/2991440688247430101/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://chologate.blogspot.com/2009/02/messes-in-hallway.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6716669427475807120/posts/default/2991440688247430101'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6716669427475807120/posts/default/2991440688247430101'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chologate.blogspot.com/2009/02/messes-in-hallway.html' title='Messes in the Hallway'/><author><name>Miss Chologate</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16139907477204985112</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Ds6gAM5N2pA/SaBubM3d99I/AAAAAAAAAAM/hmLbCO3a4zE/S220/MendraIcon.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6716669427475807120.post-6356934291392471712</id><published>2009-02-21T15:45:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-21T15:48:21.663-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Air Wick</title><content type='html'>So, I went to the grocery store today (yay nom noms). But I finally decided to cave and get an air freshner to de-stinkify my room and the horrible BO that seems to plague my roommates existance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Air Wick, cotton breeze. &lt;3 No its not the type you plug in. It's just the "take off the cap and smell the fresh air" type. and its pretty and blue. =D! I have it on the corner of my desk right now but I may play around with it in different spots so I can get the most out of it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yay for Air Wick!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6716669427475807120-6356934291392471712?l=chologate.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chologate.blogspot.com/feeds/6356934291392471712/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://chologate.blogspot.com/2009/02/air-wick.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6716669427475807120/posts/default/6356934291392471712'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6716669427475807120/posts/default/6356934291392471712'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chologate.blogspot.com/2009/02/air-wick.html' title='Air Wick'/><author><name>Miss Chologate</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16139907477204985112</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Ds6gAM5N2pA/SaBubM3d99I/AAAAAAAAAAM/hmLbCO3a4zE/S220/MendraIcon.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6716669427475807120.post-8987838701425134329</id><published>2009-02-21T13:07:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-21T13:07:55.714-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Mrawr!</title><content type='html'>I is here. Hear me roar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;RAWR&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;=P&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6716669427475807120-8987838701425134329?l=chologate.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chologate.blogspot.com/feeds/8987838701425134329/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://chologate.blogspot.com/2009/02/mrawr.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6716669427475807120/posts/default/8987838701425134329'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6716669427475807120/posts/default/8987838701425134329'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chologate.blogspot.com/2009/02/mrawr.html' title='Mrawr!'/><author><name>Miss Chologate</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16139907477204985112</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Ds6gAM5N2pA/SaBubM3d99I/AAAAAAAAAAM/hmLbCO3a4zE/S220/MendraIcon.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
