<?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-3992949</id><updated>2011-04-21T17:08:26.007-07:00</updated><title type='text'>tech.no.pa.gan</title><subtitle type='html'>Wanna-blessed-be.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://technopagan.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3992949/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://technopagan.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3992949/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Priya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04590507035144812424</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>185</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3992949.post-109721951828226547</id><published>2004-10-08T01:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-10-08T00:11:58.283-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>So, list of things that need to be done this weekend:By Saturday:Read Federalist PapersBy Sunday:Write out Philosophy Study GuideStart Myth PaperHave handout for Humanities Presentation typed outWrite reading response to Federalist PapersBy Monday:Have studied Analysis until lim sup's are dribbling out my ears and I can't talk without include the phrase "for an infinite number of n's" </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3992949/posts/default/109721951828226547'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3992949/posts/default/109721951828226547'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://technopagan.blogspot.com/2004_10_03_archive.html#109721951828226547' title=''/><author><name>Priya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04590507035144812424</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-3992949.post-109721910033293608</id><published>2004-10-08T01:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-10-08T00:05:00.333-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>"There is no known cure for canker sores, but some medications can help ease the pain, however, canker sores usually cure themselves in a week to three weeks."*whimper*</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3992949/posts/default/109721910033293608'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3992949/posts/default/109721910033293608'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://technopagan.blogspot.com/2004_10_03_archive.html#109721910033293608' title=''/><author><name>Priya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04590507035144812424</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-3992949.post-109720394859828088</id><published>2004-10-07T19:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-10-07T19:52:28.596-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Cause it beats philosophy: Bold I've seen, Italics I want to 01. Trainspotting02. Shrek03. M04. Dogma05. Strictly Ballroom06. The Princess Bride07. Love Actually08. The Lord of the Rings: The Fellowship of the Rings09. The Lord of the Rings: The Two Towers10. The Lord of the Rings: The Return of the King11. Reservoir Dogs12. Desperado13. Swordfish14. Kill Bill Vol. 115. Donnie Darko</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3992949/posts/default/109720394859828088'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3992949/posts/default/109720394859828088'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://technopagan.blogspot.com/2004_10_03_archive.html#109720394859828088' title=''/><author><name>Priya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04590507035144812424</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-3992949.post-109388590170662742</id><published>2004-08-30T10:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-08-30T10:11:41.706-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I'm bored.I don't know if it's hormonal, and will therefore pass by the end of the week, or if it's psychological, or maybe i just need to busy myself up again (which I am totally doing, as I'm taking 5 classes, one of them being the Hum Inst Junior Fellowship, and also whoring myself out to Amy as her bitch, i mean, business manager, so that I can have a SARLO key again, and collaborating with</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3992949/posts/default/109388590170662742'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3992949/posts/default/109388590170662742'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://technopagan.blogspot.com/2004_08_29_archive.html#109388590170662742' title=''/><author><name>Priya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04590507035144812424</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-3992949.post-109319354862583556</id><published>2004-08-22T09:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-08-22T09:52:42.080-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>NerdslutWhat's your sexual appeal?brought to you by</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3992949/posts/default/109319354862583556'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3992949/posts/default/109319354862583556'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://technopagan.blogspot.com/2004_08_22_archive.html#109319354862583556' title=''/><author><name>Priya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04590507035144812424</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-3992949.post-109310004710758667</id><published>2004-08-21T07:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-08-21T07:54:07.106-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Okay, I've finally got used to my room, but I still hate the fact that the bed is lofted. I can sleep the entire night through, but I still get up at like 6 am (but maybe I should not sleep with the window open...) So, my team, ROCKS! Seriously. Also, we have the best theme EVER: Captain Planet! "Earth - Air - Fire - Water - Heart!" Our dorm is totally gonna kickass. Really. I found my </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3992949/posts/default/109310004710758667'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3992949/posts/default/109310004710758667'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://technopagan.blogspot.com/2004_08_15_archive.html#109310004710758667' title=''/><author><name>Priya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04590507035144812424</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-3992949.post-108388537994486658</id><published>2004-05-06T16:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-05-06T16:20:39.966-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>CD's i want: Coyote Ugly soundtrack Kill Bill Vol 1 Soundtrack Fleetwood Mac - Rumorsanything SemisonicRufus Waiwright - the one with "Hallelujah" Ben Folds Five - the one with "Angry Dwarf" Beatles - Sgt. Pepper </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3992949/posts/default/108388537994486658'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3992949/posts/default/108388537994486658'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://technopagan.blogspot.com/2004_05_02_archive.html#108388537994486658' title=''/><author><name>Priya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04590507035144812424</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-3992949.post-108388446749940080</id><published>2004-05-06T16:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-05-06T16:05:27.716-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I love reading days. I just spent the last hour reading hilarious commentaries of people wondering what the hell is exactly going on in this scene. You have to admit...it's puzzling. I think my favorite suggestions were the tango, halfway to a marriage proposal, or "This is not the time for a snog!" Loving the freedom of not having to do anything. Yay, goofing! I'm doing nothing. Just hanging</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3992949/posts/default/108388446749940080'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3992949/posts/default/108388446749940080'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://technopagan.blogspot.com/2004_05_02_archive.html#108388446749940080' title=''/><author><name>Priya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04590507035144812424</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-3992949.post-108356672731570335</id><published>2004-05-02T23:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-05-02T23:49:39.500-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>don't wanna do algebra hwk, so wasting time with stuff stolen from anna's bloglast cigarette: don't smokelast kiss: probably my roommate (not like that, pervs...)last good cry: couple weeks ago, maybe?last library book checked out: In the Company of Jesuslast movie seen: The Commitmentslast book read: Neverwhere, Neil Gaiman last cuss word uttered: Jesus Christ! (hehe...RS dinner...um, </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3992949/posts/default/108356672731570335'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3992949/posts/default/108356672731570335'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://technopagan.blogspot.com/2004_05_02_archive.html#108356672731570335' title=''/><author><name>Priya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04590507035144812424</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-3992949.post-108287263168956219</id><published>2004-04-24T22:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-04-24T23:01:16.500-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I think they're done now. My suitemate and her boyfriend have been fighting for a good three hours now, screaming at each other and since it's stuffy in here, I couldn't close my window, so I've heard every word. It's hard to write a paper detailing why your mother dislike feminism and the exclusion she felt from feminists and relating it to the metaphors of Mary and Martha in the Gospel of </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3992949/posts/default/108287263168956219'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3992949/posts/default/108287263168956219'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://technopagan.blogspot.com/2004_04_18_archive.html#108287263168956219' title=''/><author><name>Priya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04590507035144812424</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-3992949.post-108286184304137319</id><published>2004-04-24T19:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-04-24T20:01:26.856-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>You're a vinyl/fetish corset.  Grrrrowl. What corset are you? brought to you by QuizillaHeh heh. Not so suprising...</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3992949/posts/default/108286184304137319'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3992949/posts/default/108286184304137319'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://technopagan.blogspot.com/2004_04_18_archive.html#108286184304137319' title=''/><author><name>Priya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04590507035144812424</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-3992949.post-108095667869187801</id><published>2004-04-02T17:44:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-04-02T17:48:13.513-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I've been using the phrase "I love you" a lot more than I ever have in my life, and I've heard it from a lot more people than I ever expected to - but it's nice to know that the people you love love you back (unrequited love isn't just for soppy romantics, you know). This outpouring of sogginess however, is fueling a lot of nostalgia, and I'm horrified to say that I'm beginning to remember high</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3992949/posts/default/108095667869187801'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3992949/posts/default/108095667869187801'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://technopagan.blogspot.com/2004_03_28_archive.html#108095667869187801' title=''/><author><name>Priya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04590507035144812424</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-3992949.post-107902616620073140</id><published>2004-03-11T09:29:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-03-11T09:32:36.046-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>If you haven't heard yet, I'll refer you here.I can't find the LA Times article on it, but when I do, I'll post that too. My only reaction is (and this has been building for a while) is "What the fuck is going on?" We're all grown, educated people here on the Claremont campuses. Who the hell thinks that this is okay? </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3992949/posts/default/107902616620073140'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3992949/posts/default/107902616620073140'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://technopagan.blogspot.com/2004_03_07_archive.html#107902616620073140' title=''/><author><name>Priya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04590507035144812424</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-3992949.post-107827798955402954</id><published>2004-03-02T17:39:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-03-02T17:42:44.840-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Okay, this is gonna be large. So for the past couple of weeks, I've been in this strange funk that I really couldn't get out of. I'll be honest and say that, yes, it was set off by Mark dating someone else, but it's not because I want him back or any shit like that. I'll try to get into why this sent me into a funk, but that's gonna be a little later. Also it was that my parents came and the </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3992949/posts/default/107827798955402954'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3992949/posts/default/107827798955402954'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://technopagan.blogspot.com/2004_02_29_archive.html#107827798955402954' title=''/><author><name>Priya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04590507035144812424</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-3992949.post-107756056281187970</id><published>2004-02-23T10:22:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-02-23T10:25:26.090-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>God I'm bored. And depressed. And sleepy all the time. And I wanna go home. And I miss Anna. And I'm very possibly about to have failed two math midterms. And I may just kill my Visions prof in a fit of academic frustration. Yeah, talk about another wonderful time for a spiritual/cultural/emotional/academic breakdown. And for the record, I am angry with Mark, but not for the </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3992949/posts/default/107756056281187970'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3992949/posts/default/107756056281187970'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://technopagan.blogspot.com/2004_02_22_archive.html#107756056281187970' title=''/><author><name>Priya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04590507035144812424</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-3992949.post-107712123183264856</id><published>2004-02-18T08:20:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-02-18T08:23:09.090-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Things I have to do so no one kills me: Benjamin's work (gotta meet with Talya)Figure out what's going on with voice (again, Talya)Study my Abstract (test at 1:15 today)Write my Visions paper (due 1:15 tomorrow)Do Friday's DE's Turn in check for La Boheme (heh heh heh)Things I have to do so that I don't kill myself: Go party with Maura (she's the only who'll come with me - and she has a </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3992949/posts/default/107712123183264856'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3992949/posts/default/107712123183264856'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://technopagan.blogspot.com/2004_02_15_archive.html#107712123183264856' title=''/><author><name>Priya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04590507035144812424</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-3992949.post-107649456724289598</id><published>2004-02-11T02:16:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-02-11T02:18:34.153-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>It's 2:14 am and I should be working ony my DE's and I just put the paper to bed (expect for that whole, it's actually printed on paper part) and I'm procrastinating instead. I really want to sleep, too.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3992949/posts/default/107649456724289598'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3992949/posts/default/107649456724289598'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://technopagan.blogspot.com/2004_02_08_archive.html#107649456724289598' title=''/><author><name>Priya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04590507035144812424</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-3992949.post-107332679266255630</id><published>2004-01-05T10:19:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-01-05T10:21:31.153-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I don't actually want to do anything. </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3992949/posts/default/107332679266255630'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3992949/posts/default/107332679266255630'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://technopagan.blogspot.com/2004_01_04_archive.html#107332679266255630' title=''/><author><name>Priya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04590507035144812424</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-3992949.post-107293171966040162</id><published>2003-12-31T20:35:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-12-31T20:36:51.983-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Anna loves me and Pomona hates me. And this is another distubing quiz:You're a natural born trouble-maker. You hateauthority and do everything you can to getaround the law, or in some cases, break it.Naturally stubborn, you hardly ever sway once adecision is made. Your nature is fiery andcourageous, and always out-going. You loveattention and usually have kinky fetishesyou're not afraid to </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3992949/posts/default/107293171966040162'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3992949/posts/default/107293171966040162'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://technopagan.blogspot.com/2003_12_28_archive.html#107293171966040162' title=''/><author><name>Priya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04590507035144812424</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-3992949.post-107271918641331912</id><published>2003-12-29T09:33:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-12-29T09:34:51.966-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I've been feeling really really disconnected from things lately. I don't know if it's that I haven't had my space since I got back home (but I will) or if it's because I haven't seen my friends, or if it's because I'm just so tired. I really want to write, because the only real connection I can really feel right now is to books and music and things of a fictional sort. Also I'm back in a Jane </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3992949/posts/default/107271918641331912'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3992949/posts/default/107271918641331912'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://technopagan.blogspot.com/2003_12_28_archive.html#107271918641331912' title=''/><author><name>Priya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04590507035144812424</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-3992949.post-107266880272391562</id><published>2003-12-28T19:33:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-12-28T19:34:50.920-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Oh, and I'm going to marry Johnny Depp. I will. Just you wait and see. </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3992949/posts/default/107266880272391562'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3992949/posts/default/107266880272391562'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://technopagan.blogspot.com/2003_12_28_archive.html#107266880272391562' title=''/><author><name>Priya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04590507035144812424</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-3992949.post-107266877898072852</id><published>2003-12-28T19:32:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-12-28T19:34:27.186-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I really really want to write. I can never write...or, well, I never finish anything. I may do myself a little unofficial NaNo in January (because November is a shitty time to do a NaNo, really). But, damn, 3000 words a day? Funness. mood: spaceymusic: "blindside" - melissa ferrick</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3992949/posts/default/107266877898072852'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3992949/posts/default/107266877898072852'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://technopagan.blogspot.com/2003_12_28_archive.html#107266877898072852' title=''/><author><name>Priya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04590507035144812424</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-3992949.post-107246339479463256</id><published>2003-12-26T10:29:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-12-26T10:31:19.903-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Ah, I think the only word that I can think of that encompasses the state of my brain right now is ... floop. So floop everybody. And GOD how I am dying to unleash a swear word or two or a gazillion. Something you REALLY can't do with a 7.5 year old in the house. Also, I really want to play my new Billy Idol CD really loud to irritate my dad (my mom would just sing along...) but can't do that </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3992949/posts/default/107246339479463256'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3992949/posts/default/107246339479463256'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://technopagan.blogspot.com/2003_12_21_archive.html#107246339479463256' title=''/><author><name>Priya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04590507035144812424</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-3992949.post-107170920293629282</id><published>2003-12-17T17:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-12-17T17:01:16.983-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Oh! And my mommy liked my Core project! Yay! And she guessed which one was me. Well, not really, she couldn't tell, but she said she really warmed up to Severesca...which was me. heh heh. I need to learn how to run a website.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3992949/posts/default/107170920293629282'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3992949/posts/default/107170920293629282'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://technopagan.blogspot.com/2003_12_14_archive.html#107170920293629282' title=''/><author><name>Priya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04590507035144812424</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-3992949.post-107170912717898617</id><published>2003-12-17T16:58:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-12-17T17:00:01.246-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Okay more procrastinating. Roommates. I realized in the middle of an entertaining dinner with Adele and company last night that roommates have a special bond, and with each different roommate you have, there are certain things that just don't make sense. I realised this yesterday as Adele and I were switching narrative of an anecdote back and forth and we were really excited and laughing and </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3992949/posts/default/107170912717898617'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3992949/posts/default/107170912717898617'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://technopagan.blogspot.com/2003_12_14_archive.html#107170912717898617' title=''/><author><name>Priya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04590507035144812424</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-3992949.post-107168471351606928</id><published>2003-12-17T10:11:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-12-17T10:13:07.153-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>You like? It's what I'm doing instead of bathing, math studying and delivering x-mas presents. mood: a little freaked, a lot slackermusic: "cocaine" - eric clapton</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3992949/posts/default/107168471351606928'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3992949/posts/default/107168471351606928'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://technopagan.blogspot.com/2003_12_14_archive.html#107168471351606928' title=''/><author><name>Priya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04590507035144812424</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-3992949.post-107142617245450512</id><published>2003-12-14T10:22:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-12-14T10:24:55.763-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Like the Smallville theme : Somebody save me....!</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3992949/posts/default/107142617245450512'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3992949/posts/default/107142617245450512'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://technopagan.blogspot.com/2003_12_14_archive.html#107142617245450512' title=''/><author><name>Priya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04590507035144812424</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-3992949.post-107134469569790527</id><published>2003-12-13T11:44:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-12-13T11:46:03.560-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>what's your battle cry? | mewing.net |  merchandise!Okay, this is me doing my Core Final Project. Really this time!mood: slackingmusic: Kuch Na Kaho (stuck in my head)funny quote from Hema : Kuch Na Kaho 2 would be like Shut up already!!Language note: Kuch na kaho means don't say a word. </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3992949/posts/default/107134469569790527'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3992949/posts/default/107134469569790527'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://technopagan.blogspot.com/2003_12_07_archive.html#107134469569790527' title=''/><author><name>Priya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04590507035144812424</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-3992949.post-107124717001595433</id><published>2003-12-12T08:39:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-12-12T08:40:36.483-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Ahhepaweoeooopajsdjjjajwaaaaaaahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!!!!That was the sound of an idea so good that I'm not letting myself talk about it until after finals and after Anna and I have our power lunch where we sit down and flesh it all out. I shouldn't even be thinking about it...but I can't help it. Anna, you rule. Also, today is staff lunch! I can finally get rid of all the bags on my dresser. </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3992949/posts/default/107124717001595433'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3992949/posts/default/107124717001595433'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://technopagan.blogspot.com/2003_12_07_archive.html#107124717001595433' title=''/><author><name>Priya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04590507035144812424</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-3992949.post-107111717098708405</id><published>2003-12-10T20:32:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-12-10T20:33:55.686-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Here comes the attack of the random quizzing!!I'm wasting time until deadline...You are Proverbs. Which book of the Bible are you? brought to you by QuizillaWhich Family Guy Character are you? Take the Quiz!mood: a little tiredmusic: "mad season" - matchbox twenty</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3992949/posts/default/107111717098708405'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3992949/posts/default/107111717098708405'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://technopagan.blogspot.com/2003_12_07_archive.html#107111717098708405' title=''/><author><name>Priya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04590507035144812424</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-3992949.post-107055559344163782</id><published>2003-12-04T08:33:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-12-04T08:34:09.483-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Yay! I got my schedule. I'm probably going to drop Jewish Mysticism and keep Visions, but just in case I hate Visions, I have a backup. RLST 158: Jewish Mysticism, PO, EisenstadtMATH 102: Differential Equations, PO, RadunskayaMATH 171: Abstract Algebra I, SC, ChaderjianRLST 160: Feminist Perspectives on the GospelsRLST 175: Visions of the Divine FeminineM : 10-10:50 Jewish Mysticism, 11-</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3992949/posts/default/107055559344163782'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3992949/posts/default/107055559344163782'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://technopagan.blogspot.com/2003_11_30_archive.html#107055559344163782' title=''/><author><name>Priya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04590507035144812424</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-3992949.post-107038368267784665</id><published>2003-12-02T08:48:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-12-02T08:48:55.890-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Okay, pretty much this is counteracting the three or four positive posts I've put up. Maybe it's just the stress of finals, or the fact that people are getting worked up over break coming and the end of the semester and a whole bunch of other things, but lately I've been feeling left out...like when things get really hairy, I'm not someone people think of. Which, yeah, I know, is so amazingly</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3992949/posts/default/107038368267784665'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3992949/posts/default/107038368267784665'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://technopagan.blogspot.com/2003_11_30_archive.html#107038368267784665' title=''/><author><name>Priya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04590507035144812424</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-3992949.post-107024906299734931</id><published>2003-11-30T19:24:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-11-30T19:25:14.590-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Joy for: Mommy! An entire weekend at home. Movie with mommy. Discussing fake orgasms, punctuation marks, family, exes and other randomness over coffee. Awesome Thanksgiving dinner. Holiday with best friend. Some actual work done on Econ paper. Chinese food!Claremont Juice Company. Class only at 11 tomorrow. Bumming with other people who have punctuation trouble and chocolate to help </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3992949/posts/default/107024906299734931'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3992949/posts/default/107024906299734931'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://technopagan.blogspot.com/2003_11_30_archive.html#107024906299734931' title=''/><author><name>Priya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04590507035144812424</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-3992949.post-106995860164097904</id><published>2003-11-27T10:43:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-11-27T10:44:08.623-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I wonder what it is about finally finding a direction that makes you feel more lost, confused and inadequate than ever. I really should brush my teeth and eat some breakfast, since I'm starved and I won't get anything to eat until 3, when I will be overfed until 8:30. Erg. I wish I had more time to appreciate being home, but the end of the semester and whole bunch of other things are </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3992949/posts/default/106995860164097904'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3992949/posts/default/106995860164097904'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://technopagan.blogspot.com/2003_11_23_archive.html#106995860164097904' title=''/><author><name>Priya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04590507035144812424</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-3992949.post-106977559141951108</id><published>2003-11-25T07:53:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-11-25T07:53:55.310-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>You are water. You're not really organic; you'reneither acidic nor basic, yet you're an acidand a base at the same time. You're strongwilled and opinionated, but relaxed and readyto flow. So while you often seem worthless,without you, everything would just not work.People should definitely drink more of youevery day. Which Biological Molecule Are You? brought to you by Quizilla</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3992949/posts/default/106977559141951108'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3992949/posts/default/106977559141951108'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://technopagan.blogspot.com/2003_11_23_archive.html#106977559141951108' title=''/><author><name>Priya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04590507035144812424</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-3992949.post-106946419616101161</id><published>2003-11-21T17:23:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-11-21T17:24:14.623-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Okay, I've had an entire day of things fucking up and people expecting me to do shit about it when I can't. And also, it's SO not too much to ask that when I say something, people PAY ATTENTION. I'm not asking them to memorize every word out of my mouth, just to know what I'm talking about when I mention it. Especially if I mention something 4 times. mood: pissed. off. music: "crucify" - </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3992949/posts/default/106946419616101161'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3992949/posts/default/106946419616101161'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://technopagan.blogspot.com/2003_11_16_archive.html#106946419616101161' title=''/><author><name>Priya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04590507035144812424</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-3992949.post-106935560371494314</id><published>2003-11-20T11:13:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-11-20T11:14:00.746-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I should be doing laundry, but instead I will take random quizzes. You're Gangsta Bitch Barbie.  You're tough and youlike it rough, and of course you like to pop acap in any wiggers ass. If You Were A Barbie, Which Messed Up Version Would You Be? brought to you by Quizilla"You must remember this, a kiss is still akiss". Your romance is Casablanca. Aclassic story of love in trying times, </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3992949/posts/default/106935560371494314'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3992949/posts/default/106935560371494314'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://technopagan.blogspot.com/2003_11_16_archive.html#106935560371494314' title=''/><author><name>Priya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04590507035144812424</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-3992949.post-106934614056884745</id><published>2003-11-20T08:35:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-11-20T08:38:36.700-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Props to a wonderful wonderful week so far. Loving, well, everybody, really. But here's a partial list. I love: Talya for being a wonderful partner and someone I can trust to get things done and done right (if you know me, this is a major thing, really)Chloe for still wanting to be a copy editor and for drooling over Spike with me and for pretty much just being wonderfulMy staff for </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3992949/posts/default/106934614056884745'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3992949/posts/default/106934614056884745'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://technopagan.blogspot.com/2003_11_16_archive.html#106934614056884745' title=''/><author><name>Priya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04590507035144812424</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-3992949.post-106931069530716692</id><published>2003-11-19T22:44:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-11-19T22:45:31.186-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>You are Trinity, from "The Matrix."Strong, beautiful- you epitomize the ultimateheroine. What Matrix Persona Are You? brought to you by QuizillaHaha, and Anna got Neo. Proof that we're meant to be, Anns...!mood: sleepy music: "shower the people" - james taylor</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3992949/posts/default/106931069530716692'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3992949/posts/default/106931069530716692'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://technopagan.blogspot.com/2003_11_16_archive.html#106931069530716692' title=''/><author><name>Priya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04590507035144812424</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-3992949.post-106921941513428714</id><published>2003-11-18T21:23:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-11-18T21:24:09.920-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Normal Fan How Obsessive Are You Over Buffy? brought to you by Quizillaheh heh. I'd let you chain me up, Spike....</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3992949/posts/default/106921941513428714'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3992949/posts/default/106921941513428714'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://technopagan.blogspot.com/2003_11_16_archive.html#106921941513428714' title=''/><author><name>Priya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04590507035144812424</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-3992949.post-106908831253441660</id><published>2003-11-17T08:58:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-11-17T08:59:04.873-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I had a mommy this weekend. To borrow a phrase, it was glorious. ALTHOUGH, it's totally her fault that now I have to associate with a girl who I REALLY don't want to... erg. And I have to take a flu shot. Grr. Also, tigers/dogs shouldn't talk...even in one's dreams. mood: perplexed/lost - like a sort of mental Alex...=)music: "Hallelujah" - Jeff Buckley (The fact that I have this on repeat</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3992949/posts/default/106908831253441660'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3992949/posts/default/106908831253441660'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://technopagan.blogspot.com/2003_11_16_archive.html#106908831253441660' title=''/><author><name>Priya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04590507035144812424</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-3992949.post-106884976863860705</id><published>2003-11-14T14:42:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-11-14T14:43:17.576-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I think I need a live journal. I really want to write, but I don't know how I feel about posting it on my blog. On the other hand, what I want to write right now is probably material for Inches, like "Talking Walls" and "Lather. Rinse. Repeat" were. I go write now. </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3992949/posts/default/106884976863860705'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3992949/posts/default/106884976863860705'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://technopagan.blogspot.com/2003_11_09_archive.html#106884976863860705' title=''/><author><name>Priya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04590507035144812424</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-3992949.post-106884965953395674</id><published>2003-11-14T14:40:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-11-14T14:41:28.500-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Well I know my schedule, if I can get it: MATH 102MATH 171RLST 160 RLST 175woot. </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3992949/posts/default/106884965953395674'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3992949/posts/default/106884965953395674'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://technopagan.blogspot.com/2003_11_09_archive.html#106884965953395674' title=''/><author><name>Priya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04590507035144812424</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-3992949.post-106804624764457470</id><published>2003-11-05T07:30:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-11-05T07:31:04.746-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>EXPERIMENTER(Dominant Introvert Abstract Thinker ) Like just 4% of the population you are an EXPERIMENTER (DIAT). Although you're slightly shy (admit it!), you love control. When a problem comes in your way, you stomp on it swiftly and decisively. You are bothered easily by failure in others and failure in yourself. You don't like people that you don't think are intelligent. Rather than </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3992949/posts/default/106804624764457470'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3992949/posts/default/106804624764457470'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://technopagan.blogspot.com/2003_11_02_archive.html#106804624764457470' title=''/><author><name>Priya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04590507035144812424</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-3992949.post-106801453630656103</id><published>2003-11-04T22:42:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-11-04T22:42:32.653-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>This is the email I sent to my parents just now. Hope it works. This week is insane. hey guys, first of all if you look at the scripps webpage, go the registrar's page, you can see the course schedule for Spring 2004. I WAS serious about the Math/Religious Studies double major. I decided definitely, because of Odell, that I liked the prof, and I liked the class and (after this last </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3992949/posts/default/106801453630656103'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3992949/posts/default/106801453630656103'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://technopagan.blogspot.com/2003_11_02_archive.html#106801453630656103' title=''/><author><name>Priya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04590507035144812424</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-3992949.post-106798588189061809</id><published>2003-11-04T14:30:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-11-04T14:44:57.780-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Okay so apparently I'm getting into this now, not later, since I'm in Art and I'm not doing my art or my Core paper, so hey! I'll blog. Why I Am Breaking Up With MarkPretty much it all boils down the fact that while he is a good boyfriend (and really, he is) he's a better friend, so I'd like to stay that way. Also, I've been such a busy person, a mediocre friend and downright shitty girlfriend</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3992949/posts/default/106798588189061809'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3992949/posts/default/106798588189061809'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://technopagan.blogspot.com/2003_11_02_archive.html#106798588189061809' title=''/><author><name>Priya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04590507035144812424</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-3992949.post-106795883063042149</id><published>2003-11-04T07:13:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-11-04T07:14:06.513-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>You are the Born Hero. Everything is an adventureto you. You ramble through life usually onlysurviving by extreme luck, a little skill andgreat friends. You have a strong feeling ofduty to the world and feel that you alone areresponsible for everyone. You're hot-headed andimpatient but kind and brave. Your a fun personand adventure follows you everywhere. I woulddo something about those </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3992949/posts/default/106795883063042149'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3992949/posts/default/106795883063042149'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://technopagan.blogspot.com/2003_11_02_archive.html#106795883063042149' title=''/><author><name>Priya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04590507035144812424</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-3992949.post-106795801401463694</id><published>2003-11-04T07:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-11-04T07:00:30.076-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Okay, for everyone who wants a reason, and who I've kind of brushed off with a "there's a long explanation that I don't want to get into right now, but mainly it just says that it doesn't feel right," I will post a lengthy set of reasons sometime later this week. After I break up with Mark. Mainly, though, I've talked to a chunk of people who have boyfriends and that's been really helpful, </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3992949/posts/default/106795801401463694'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3992949/posts/default/106795801401463694'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://technopagan.blogspot.com/2003_11_02_archive.html#106795801401463694' title=''/><author><name>Priya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04590507035144812424</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-3992949.post-106789313369828661</id><published>2003-11-03T12:58:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-11-04T06:55:18.170-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Some total loser emailed me this. Freak. (I love you, Talya...) And I also feel like procrastinating. 1. First Name:Priya2. Were you named after anyone?Not really. 3. What's your favorite word?distressing4. Which finger is your favorite?my little finger5. When did you last cry?last Tuesday night, to my mom6. Do you like your handwriting?Yes. It's perfect. I'm perfect too. 7. </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3992949/posts/default/106789313369828661'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3992949/posts/default/106789313369828661'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://technopagan.blogspot.com/2003_11_02_archive.html#106789313369828661' title=''/><author><name>Priya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04590507035144812424</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-3992949.post-106755197976391205</id><published>2003-10-30T14:12:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-10-30T14:13:09.483-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I think the answer to all of life's troubles is ironing. Laundry solves everything. </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3992949/posts/default/106755197976391205'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3992949/posts/default/106755197976391205'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://technopagan.blogspot.com/2003_10_26_archive.html#106755197976391205' title=''/><author><name>Priya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04590507035144812424</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-3992949.post-106737676287431153</id><published>2003-10-28T13:31:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-10-28T13:32:49.640-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'> Anyone perfect must be lying; anything easy has it's cost, Anyone plain can be lovely; anyone loved can be lost. </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3992949/posts/default/106737676287431153'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3992949/posts/default/106737676287431153'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://technopagan.blogspot.com/2003_10_26_archive.html#106737676287431153' title=''/><author><name>Priya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04590507035144812424</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-3992949.post-106696889986831143</id><published>2003-10-23T21:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-10-23T21:14:59.886-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>This is why I shouldn't take quizzes when I'm depressed. Slayer Which Buffy archetype are you? brought to you by Quizilla</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3992949/posts/default/106696889986831143'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3992949/posts/default/106696889986831143'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://technopagan.blogspot.com/2003_10_19_archive.html#106696889986831143' title=''/><author><name>Priya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04590507035144812424</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-3992949.post-106696818299831047</id><published>2003-10-23T21:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-10-23T21:03:03.180-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Homesick. Joy. </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3992949/posts/default/106696818299831047'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3992949/posts/default/106696818299831047'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://technopagan.blogspot.com/2003_10_19_archive.html#106696818299831047' title=''/><author><name>Priya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04590507035144812424</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-3992949.post-106694312069528123</id><published>2003-10-23T14:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-10-23T14:05:20.780-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Surprise surprise! I'm bored in art class again! And yesterday sucked. I want my mommy. mood: blahmusic: "christmas eve sarajevo" - trans-siberian orchestra</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3992949/posts/default/106694312069528123'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3992949/posts/default/106694312069528123'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://technopagan.blogspot.com/2003_10_19_archive.html#106694312069528123' title=''/><author><name>Priya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04590507035144812424</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-3992949.post-106614272045771519</id><published>2003-10-14T07:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-10-14T07:45:20.200-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Spike Which Buffy vampire are you? brought to you by Quizilla Erg. I was actually really thinking I'd get Darla. Gotta love that chick. This is really more prcrastination on my Core paper. </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3992949/posts/default/106614272045771519'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3992949/posts/default/106614272045771519'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://technopagan.blogspot.com/2003_10_12_archive.html#106614272045771519' title=''/><author><name>Priya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04590507035144812424</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-3992949.post-106600474534374033</id><published>2003-10-12T17:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-10-12T17:25:45.200-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Result of complete and utter boredom. I'm avoiding my Core paper. Stolen from Jayna's blog. PAST. -first grade teacher's name: Mrs. Dube -last word you said: "uh-huh"-last song you sang: "a sorta fairytale" - tori amos-last thing you laughed at: possibly alex-last time you cried: don't remember.PRESENT. -what's in your cd player: Tori Amose, Scarlet's Walk (yes, still)-what color </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3992949/posts/default/106600474534374033'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3992949/posts/default/106600474534374033'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://technopagan.blogspot.com/2003_10_12_archive.html#106600474534374033' title=''/><author><name>Priya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04590507035144812424</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-3992949.post-106599712387660219</id><published>2003-10-12T15:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-10-12T15:18:43.796-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Um...yay?</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3992949/posts/default/106599712387660219'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3992949/posts/default/106599712387660219'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://technopagan.blogspot.com/2003_10_12_archive.html#106599712387660219' title=''/><author><name>Priya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04590507035144812424</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-3992949.post-106599678983556076</id><published>2003-10-12T15:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-10-12T15:13:09.850-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Heh heh. Watched Legally Blonde and Animal House last night, huddled under a blanket with Meagan and Chloe. Only my third threesome ever (the first being July 4th and the second being Hollywood Bowl). [ahem] Sorry. REALLY inside joke. Anyway it was fun because right now Chloe and Meagan are like two of my seven favorite people (it's always nice when you're rooming with one of your favorite </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3992949/posts/default/106599678983556076'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3992949/posts/default/106599678983556076'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://technopagan.blogspot.com/2003_10_12_archive.html#106599678983556076' title=''/><author><name>Priya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04590507035144812424</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-3992949.post-106591051457635543</id><published>2003-10-11T15:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-10-11T15:15:14.550-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>[ sigh ] So much work to do today, and I really can't focus (this is all Mark's fault). It's always wonderful when you finally get the rhythm of a relationship down. I think Mark and I finally hit that place, which was nice, but also I've reached that point with my friendships and working relationships. Like Kym, (who, bless her heart, is always thinking about her work. i wonder how long this</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3992949/posts/default/106591051457635543'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3992949/posts/default/106591051457635543'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://technopagan.blogspot.com/2003_10_05_archive.html#106591051457635543' title=''/><author><name>Priya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04590507035144812424</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-3992949.post-106589664047294017</id><published>2003-10-11T11:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-10-11T11:24:00.290-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>That was so fucking hilarious. If you're Indian (or Anna) go take this test. I busted a gut...</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3992949/posts/default/106589664047294017'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3992949/posts/default/106589664047294017'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://technopagan.blogspot.com/2003_10_05_archive.html#106589664047294017' title=''/><author><name>Priya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04590507035144812424</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-3992949.post-106589661006424862</id><published>2003-10-11T11:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-10-11T11:23:29.883-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I scored a 68% on the "How Indian Are You?" Quizie! What about you?</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3992949/posts/default/106589661006424862'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3992949/posts/default/106589661006424862'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://technopagan.blogspot.com/2003_10_05_archive.html#106589661006424862' title=''/><author><name>Priya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04590507035144812424</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-3992949.post-106537356937055502</id><published>2003-10-05T10:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-10-05T10:06:09.430-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>hee hee...that quiz result is true...</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3992949/posts/default/106537356937055502'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3992949/posts/default/106537356937055502'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://technopagan.blogspot.com/2003_10_05_archive.html#106537356937055502' title=''/><author><name>Priya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04590507035144812424</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-3992949.post-106537353923263549</id><published>2003-10-05T10:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-10-05T10:05:39.290-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>You have a surprise kiss! Your partner is alwayspleasantly pleased to have you jump outta nowhere to dote them with a fun peck on the cheekor more passionate embrace. super markets andwork places are your favorite places to attackyour loved one with all your love =p What kind of kiss are you? brought to you by Quizilla</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3992949/posts/default/106537353923263549'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3992949/posts/default/106537353923263549'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://technopagan.blogspot.com/2003_10_05_archive.html#106537353923263549' title=''/><author><name>Priya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04590507035144812424</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-3992949.post-106529594514512349</id><published>2003-10-04T12:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-10-04T12:33:18.666-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Uh-oh - you are "Stop blowing holes in myship!"  You're a little bit edgy,honestly, and it's getting in the way of yournatural charm.  We understand that life can behard, but take a deep breath and have a drink.Relax. Which one of Captain Jack Sparrow's bizarre sayings from Pirates of the Caribbean are you? brought to you by Quizilla</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3992949/posts/default/106529594514512349'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3992949/posts/default/106529594514512349'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://technopagan.blogspot.com/2003_09_28_archive.html#106529594514512349' title=''/><author><name>Priya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04590507035144812424</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-3992949.post-106502027220341788</id><published>2003-10-01T07:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-10-01T07:57:51.586-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Witness me NOT doing my LinAl. Go me. I should. I should also study Econ or something. Yeah. Yay, TV! Smallville (which I don't really care about) and Angel (which I care a whole damn lot about) are both on tonight. Mmm...Spike.... Does the fact that he's a ghost mean no more gratuitous naked Spike? Damn. mood: work avoidancemusic: the whirring of our constantly-on fans...</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3992949/posts/default/106502027220341788'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3992949/posts/default/106502027220341788'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://technopagan.blogspot.com/2003_09_28_archive.html#106502027220341788' title=''/><author><name>Priya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04590507035144812424</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-3992949.post-106495819955071118</id><published>2003-09-30T14:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-09-30T14:43:19.106-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>First of all, I'm very disturbed that Anna got the same quiz result as me. "Demolition Sex." Maybe we're both just that weird. Also, Thursday is Mark's and mine six month anniversary. We both find this pathetic. mood: boredmusic: my art teacher's droning</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3992949/posts/default/106495819955071118'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3992949/posts/default/106495819955071118'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://technopagan.blogspot.com/2003_09_28_archive.html#106495819955071118' title=''/><author><name>Priya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04590507035144812424</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-3992949.post-106494739366324635</id><published>2003-09-30T11:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-09-30T11:43:13.213-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Smashed Which Spuffy Romp Are You? brought to you by Quizilla..... no comment....I should stop taking funny quizzes and go to class...</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3992949/posts/default/106494739366324635'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3992949/posts/default/106494739366324635'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://technopagan.blogspot.com/2003_09_28_archive.html#106494739366324635' title=''/><author><name>Priya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04590507035144812424</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-3992949.post-106494712616053170</id><published>2003-09-30T11:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-09-30T11:38:45.763-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Wishverse Buffy from The Wish Which Buffy Alter Ego Are You? brought to you by Quizillaheh heh. I'm the scary alter ego...</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3992949/posts/default/106494712616053170'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3992949/posts/default/106494712616053170'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://technopagan.blogspot.com/2003_09_28_archive.html#106494712616053170' title=''/><author><name>Priya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04590507035144812424</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-3992949.post-106435348025601626</id><published>2003-09-23T14:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-09-23T14:44:39.796-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I'm in class. Bored senseless. Like bored catatonic. I can't see the keyboard when I'm typing, because it's dark, so this is an adventure. Par's here , only she's in my room having fun, while I'm in class. Bored. Um, blogger looks really really weird on a Mac. I hate this classroom. I'm so glad we're not here for deadline. I'm so glad we're on PCs for deadline. Deadline's gonna be fun...</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3992949/posts/default/106435348025601626'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3992949/posts/default/106435348025601626'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://technopagan.blogspot.com/2003_09_21_archive.html#106435348025601626' title=''/><author><name>Priya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04590507035144812424</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-3992949.post-106424218203703346</id><published>2003-09-22T07:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-09-22T07:49:41.543-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Parinda's coming today! Go us! Whoo hoo! mood: sleepy (it's 7:45 am! I'm allowed to be sleepy)music: the whirring of the fans </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3992949/posts/default/106424218203703346'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3992949/posts/default/106424218203703346'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://technopagan.blogspot.com/2003_09_21_archive.html#106424218203703346' title=''/><author><name>Priya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04590507035144812424</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-3992949.post-106419441417274131</id><published>2003-09-21T18:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-09-21T18:33:34.043-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Check this...my blog is good to go...</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3992949/posts/default/106419441417274131'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3992949/posts/default/106419441417274131'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://technopagan.blogspot.com/2003_09_21_archive.html#106419441417274131' title=''/><author><name>Priya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04590507035144812424</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-3992949.post-106398984958912453</id><published>2003-09-19T09:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-09-19T09:44:09.360-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>grr argh. That was a mistake. And the damn picture is still not showing...</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3992949/posts/default/106398984958912453'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3992949/posts/default/106398984958912453'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://technopagan.blogspot.com/2003_09_14_archive.html#106398984958912453' title=''/><author><name>Priya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04590507035144812424</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-3992949.post-106398981679284565</id><published>2003-09-19T09:43:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2003-09-19T09:43:36.563-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>http://vampirewhores.virtue.nu/technopagan.JPG</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3992949/posts/default/106398981679284565'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3992949/posts/default/106398981679284565'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://technopagan.blogspot.com/2003_09_14_archive.html#106398981679284565' title=''/><author><name>Priya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04590507035144812424</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-3992949.post-106398981362792353</id><published>2003-09-19T09:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-09-19T09:43:33.406-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>http://vampirewhores.virtue.nu/technopagan.JPG</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3992949/posts/default/106398981362792353'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3992949/posts/default/106398981362792353'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://technopagan.blogspot.com/2003_09_14_archive.html#106398981362792353' title=''/><author><name>Priya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04590507035144812424</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-3992949.post-106398942269830921</id><published>2003-09-19T09:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-09-19T09:37:02.536-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I've got the anti-Christ in the kitchen yelling at me againOkay, I can't shake this feeling that something's gonna blow up in our faces. Or just in mine. I'm doing some budget analysis, completely off the top of my head...so I really really want some real numbers to work with. But things have been going SO well lately... Things are working out better than I'd hoped. I didn't expect this </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3992949/posts/default/106398942269830921'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3992949/posts/default/106398942269830921'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://technopagan.blogspot.com/2003_09_14_archive.html#106398942269830921' title=''/><author><name>Priya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04590507035144812424</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-3992949.post-106398816280318739</id><published>2003-09-19T09:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-09-19T09:16:02.850-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>  You   are Drawn to the Rhythm  You're always searching for that place where you can find inner   peace and calm. Trying to escape your reality maybe as simple as coming to grips   with it.Which   Sarah McLachlan Song Are You?  Created by Noor</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3992949/posts/default/106398816280318739'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3992949/posts/default/106398816280318739'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://technopagan.blogspot.com/2003_09_14_archive.html#106398816280318739' title=''/><author><name>Priya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04590507035144812424</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-3992949.post-106395427136886771</id><published>2003-09-18T23:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-09-18T23:51:10.830-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Proud member of the LHC. What's the LHC? Come to a meeting to find out...it's top secret! Sundays, 7 pm. </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3992949/posts/default/106395427136886771'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3992949/posts/default/106395427136886771'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://technopagan.blogspot.com/2003_09_14_archive.html#106395427136886771' title=''/><author><name>Priya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04590507035144812424</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-3992949.post-106325266811490389</id><published>2003-09-10T20:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-09-10T20:57:47.943-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>You are...the larch.  You're like the Clash- both spots and stripes, dressy and casual,punky and prissy.  Nobody really wants to wearyou, but sometimes people do it anyway. Which Overpriced LiveJournal Shoe Are You? brought to you by Quizilla</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3992949/posts/default/106325266811490389'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3992949/posts/default/106325266811490389'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://technopagan.blogspot.com/2003_09_07_archive.html#106325266811490389' title=''/><author><name>Priya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04590507035144812424</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-3992949.post-106297066360394496</id><published>2003-09-07T14:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-09-07T14:37:43.590-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>grr....trying to get a new graphic up for the page title...and it's not working. but I did change a coupla fonts and stuff...</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3992949/posts/default/106297066360394496'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3992949/posts/default/106297066360394496'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://technopagan.blogspot.com/2003_09_07_archive.html#106297066360394496' title=''/><author><name>Priya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04590507035144812424</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-3992949.post-106296840600532097</id><published>2003-09-07T14:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-09-07T14:00:05.820-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>too....hot.....too....much.....work........current mood: blah...current music: sounds of people getting beat up by Spike (it's from Meagan's computer....)</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3992949/posts/default/106296840600532097'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3992949/posts/default/106296840600532097'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://technopagan.blogspot.com/2003_09_07_archive.html#106296840600532097' title=''/><author><name>Priya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04590507035144812424</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-3992949.post-106287986763173412</id><published>2003-09-06T13:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-09-06T13:24:27.590-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>You are the Bloody Siren. Vain, selfish, sexualfantasy, you lure mortal men to their dark end.You are sex and illusion and you use up men tofeed your wicked desires until they surrenderto you their last, crimson drop. What Fictional Vampire Archtype are You? brought to you by Quizilla</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3992949/posts/default/106287986763173412'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3992949/posts/default/106287986763173412'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://technopagan.blogspot.com/2003_08_31_archive.html#106287986763173412' title=''/><author><name>Priya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04590507035144812424</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-3992949.post-106251737671390993</id><published>2003-09-02T08:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-09-02T08:42:56.583-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Holy crap. Well, orientation happened. My girls really rock. Everyone else moved in, and I'm really glad to see people, especially Shanta (who has since disappeared ) and Chloe, who I really didn't see much over the summer, which kinda sucked. And now classes are starting, Talya (happy birthday!) and I have a staff to hire, and my mom's in India, until the end of September, and then my dad's </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3992949/posts/default/106251737671390993'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3992949/posts/default/106251737671390993'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://technopagan.blogspot.com/2003_08_31_archive.html#106251737671390993' title=''/><author><name>Priya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04590507035144812424</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-3992949.post-106142961612765893</id><published>2003-08-20T18:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-08-20T18:33:36.026-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>And the winner of the "well, shit" award for my day...is me. I got sick. Big ol' sniffles and lost voice and sore throat sick. I woke up like that at 4:30 am, and then again at 8 am. Which prompted my parents to delay the trip down south, which makes me a day late for Claremont. Thank god, however, that Mandi is a complete sweetheart. And I'm leaving tomorrow, no matter what, but the only way </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3992949/posts/default/106142961612765893'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3992949/posts/default/106142961612765893'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://technopagan.blogspot.com/2003_08_17_archive.html#106142961612765893' title=''/><author><name>Priya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04590507035144812424</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-3992949.post-105910287229136468</id><published>2003-07-24T20:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-07-24T20:14:32.280-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Okay, I'm good, which is nice. So more about my room that I couldn't write with my mom peeking over my shoulder. It's a total sex goddess room; I love it. I mean the maroon is decadent and the throw pillows (which my friends all insist on molesting) are like a silky green/gold sari-border style. And the furniture is cherry, which is beautiful. The rug is gorgeous. I love the rug. And it makes</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3992949/posts/default/105910287229136468'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3992949/posts/default/105910287229136468'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://technopagan.blogspot.com/2003_07_20_archive.html#105910287229136468' title=''/><author><name>Priya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04590507035144812424</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-3992949.post-105910253860130560</id><published>2003-07-24T20:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-07-24T20:08:58.603-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Okay this is a test to make sure I'm still HERE. Damn blog. </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3992949/posts/default/105910253860130560'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3992949/posts/default/105910253860130560'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://technopagan.blogspot.com/2003_07_20_archive.html#105910253860130560' title=''/><author><name>Priya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04590507035144812424</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-3992949.post-105900663408440521</id><published>2003-07-23T17:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-07-23T17:30:33.880-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Aiyaiyai. It's been a godo long while since I updated...and Blogger looks completely different. Haha, just looking down a couple of posts at the quizzes. That Spike one is still disturbing and accurate. Well, I have a brand new shiny room with brand new shiny furniture that attracts old and slightly tarnished parents. Seriously...someone's always trying to take a nap on my bed. I love the </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3992949/posts/default/105900663408440521'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3992949/posts/default/105900663408440521'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://technopagan.blogspot.com/2003_07_20_archive.html#105900663408440521' title=''/><author><name>Priya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04590507035144812424</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-3992949.post-94708161</id><published>2003-05-21T15:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-05-21T15:57:04.133-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Buffy ended. It's over, finito, nada. I guess the thing I hate is that they have to kill people. And also, Spike didn't even believe Buffy when she said she loved him. That pisses me off. mood: sadmusic: "goodbye to you", michelle branch [ damn previews ] </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3992949/posts/default/94708161'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3992949/posts/default/94708161'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://technopagan.blogspot.com/2003_05_18_archive.html#94708161' title=''/><author><name>Priya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04590507035144812424</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-3992949.post-94588107</id><published>2003-05-19T09:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-05-19T09:55:10.340-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Which Spike are you?I just wanna say, it's really really creepy and disturbing...how accurate that is. I mean, Jesus Christ. It's also my favorite incarnation of Spike, too </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3992949/posts/default/94588107'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3992949/posts/default/94588107'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://technopagan.blogspot.com/2003_05_18_archive.html#94588107' title=''/><author><name>Priya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04590507035144812424</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-3992949.post-94540773</id><published>2003-05-18T09:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-05-18T09:49:02.243-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Mage What Are You In The World Of Darkness? brought to you by Quizilla</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3992949/posts/default/94540773'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3992949/posts/default/94540773'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://technopagan.blogspot.com/2003_05_18_archive.html#94540773' title=''/><author><name>Priya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04590507035144812424</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-3992949.post-94516728</id><published>2003-05-17T17:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-05-17T17:34:53.063-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Okay, I'm home, and that means I made it through my first year of college in more or less one piece. And um, yesterday, my parents met Mark. Eh heh. It was kinda surreal (you have to know my parents) and my dad was doing that THING he does. I can't really explain it well, and anyone who doesn't know my dad, won't understand if I tried. But if you do know my dad, it's that THING. When he gets </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3992949/posts/default/94516728'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3992949/posts/default/94516728'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://technopagan.blogspot.com/2003_05_11_archive.html#94516728' title=''/><author><name>Priya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04590507035144812424</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-3992949.post-94227621</id><published>2003-05-12T14:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-05-12T14:56:23.310-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Me go splat. (But me do good on research paper. Me happy)Squish. [look...brain spongy!!!]mood: [does the above sound like it comes from the mind of a sane person?]music: hybrid theory, linkin park</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3992949/posts/default/94227621'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3992949/posts/default/94227621'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://technopagan.blogspot.com/2003_05_11_archive.html#94227621' title=''/><author><name>Priya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04590507035144812424</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-3992949.post-94171236</id><published>2003-05-11T16:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-05-11T16:57:11.180-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Australia -Founded as a gigantic prison colony, Australia hasturned into a Mid-Level world power.  Known forits wildlife and culture.Positives:Reformed.Culturally Admired.Mid-Level Power.Renouned Flora and Fauna.Negatives:Founded by Criminals.Island Nation (Isolated).Talk Funny. Which Country of the World are You? brought to you by Quizilla</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3992949/posts/default/94171236'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3992949/posts/default/94171236'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://technopagan.blogspot.com/2003_05_11_archive.html#94171236' title=''/><author><name>Priya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04590507035144812424</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-3992949.post-94168858</id><published>2003-05-11T15:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-05-11T15:56:17.003-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Grr. Argh. It's mother's day and my mom is MIA. Actually she's in the temple, which means she's not answering her cell phone. Also it means that she's staying there all day. Erg. Didn't get my summer job. This holds an exciting six-weeks of C++ in my future. I think I want to shout out a generalized SHUT THE FUCK UP. Because that's really how I feel. I have my own shit to deal with...shit </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3992949/posts/default/94168858'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3992949/posts/default/94168858'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://technopagan.blogspot.com/2003_05_11_archive.html#94168858' title=''/><author><name>Priya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04590507035144812424</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-3992949.post-94094806</id><published>2003-05-09T23:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-05-09T23:35:17.410-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Stole the layers from Anns. LAYER ONE-- Name: Priya -- Birthdate: May, 14, 1984-- Birthplace: Torrance, CA-- Current Location: Claremont, CA-- Eye Color: Brown-- Hair Color: Dark Brown/Black with red streaks-- Height: 5'2"-- Righty or Lefty: Righty.-- Zodiac Sign: Stubborn Taurus. LAYER TWO-- Your heritage: Indian-- The shoes you wore today: My black pseudo-boots-- Your weakness:</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3992949/posts/default/94094806'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3992949/posts/default/94094806'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://technopagan.blogspot.com/2003_05_04_archive.html#94094806' title=''/><author><name>Priya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04590507035144812424</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-3992949.post-94082247</id><published>2003-05-09T17:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-05-09T17:50:52.000-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Oh, I should start working/studying sometime soon. Okay, I make an effort to be polite whenever I can, even when I'm tired and don't really want to talk to people and even when I want to tear the face off the person in front of me. I'm not always successful, but hey I try. I was confronted with an example of extreme rudeness today, and the only thing that really salvaged the situation was the</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3992949/posts/default/94082247'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3992949/posts/default/94082247'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://technopagan.blogspot.com/2003_05_04_archive.html#94082247' title=''/><author><name>Priya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04590507035144812424</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-3992949.post-93930014</id><published>2003-05-07T07:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-05-07T07:58:40.900-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Well..big long post and stupid blogger wiped it out. I'm done with work and pretty much done with class. I wanna kill things. Talya, don't leave me...please. mood: tired, pissed, unkempt music: Divinyl, "I Touch Myself" &lt;= but for a good reason! I saw a really really really funny pop-up video someone made to that song...jesus that was funny. </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3992949/posts/default/93930014'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3992949/posts/default/93930014'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://technopagan.blogspot.com/2003_05_04_archive.html#93930014' title=''/><author><name>Priya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04590507035144812424</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-3992949.post-93796828</id><published>2003-05-05T05:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-05-05T05:51:16.270-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Well, color is a go (yay! everybody check out senior edition of voice!) Of course, Talya and I are getting a good deal of shit about all sorts of things, but Martha, the yearbook editor, has been totally supportive and she told us that everyone gets this crap every year...best to just ignore it and do whatever we want. This is me severely avoiding my work. Today is totally fucked...When guys </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3992949/posts/default/93796828'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3992949/posts/default/93796828'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://technopagan.blogspot.com/2003_05_04_archive.html#93796828' title=''/><author><name>Priya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04590507035144812424</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-3992949.post-93469387</id><published>2003-04-29T08:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-04-29T08:15:41.426-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Okay, so update: I got Peer Mentor (yay!)I got Co-Editor-in-Chief (WHOO HOOO!!!!!) with TalyaI'm halfway through my research paper (it should be more...)The centerspread is SO FUCKING AWESOME and I really really hope we can do color for senior issueThe rest of our pages are just well and truly fuckedI have a math test on Friday I can't write anymore...I've lost my capacity to put one word </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3992949/posts/default/93469387'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3992949/posts/default/93469387'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://technopagan.blogspot.com/2003_04_27_archive.html#93469387' title=''/><author><name>Priya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04590507035144812424</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-3992949.post-93366769</id><published>2003-04-27T17:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-04-27T17:19:46.196-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Do I stress you outMy sweater is on backwards and inside outAnd you say how appropriateI don't want to dissect everything todayI don't mean to pick you apart you seeBut I can't help itThere I go jumping before the gunshot has gone offSlap me with a splintered rulerAnd it would knock me to the floor if I wasn't there alreadyIf only I could hunt the hunterAnd all I really want is some </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3992949/posts/default/93366769'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3992949/posts/default/93366769'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://technopagan.blogspot.com/2003_04_27_archive.html#93366769' title=''/><author><name>Priya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04590507035144812424</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-3992949.post-93345529</id><published>2003-04-27T08:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-04-27T08:48:19.680-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Okay - I get to find out about the Editor thing on Monday in the afternoon...(watch me just set up camp in the mail room...) It's all up to Financial Aid now...And research paper going well. Well, so far there's more research in my paper than there is actual paper. Didn't I just come online now to look for an online article? But it makes me happy to know that I had a journal article without </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3992949/posts/default/93345529'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3992949/posts/default/93345529'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://technopagan.blogspot.com/2003_04_27_archive.html#93345529' title=''/><author><name>Priya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04590507035144812424</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>
