<?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-23783250</id><updated>2011-06-30T14:33:13.042-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Memoirs of an Overworked, Sleep-deprived Law Student</title><subtitle type='html'>My life, rantings, ravings, thoughts, concerns, and cynicism.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://antindal.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23783250/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://antindal.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Ashleigh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07674104647537857073</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/185/10113/640/ball1.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>14</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23783250.post-114869292589073218</id><published>2006-05-26T21:20:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-05-27T11:43:29.530-04:00</updated><title type='text'>See, I told you I would update!!</title><content type='html'>Soooo.... the last time I updated this bad boy was over a month ago- two days before my birthday.  I've been pretty busy:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My birthday went well.  I went to GR for my birthday.  Sushi for dinner; drinks for dessert.  Met a friend of a friend that I really liked.  He asked me out for when I got back to MS. &lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i70.photobucket.com/albums/i84/antindal/a12.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Drove home to MS.  Took me over 12 hours.  I was home long enough to put on my pajamas and eat dinner when we got a phone call saying my sister was in a car accident and was trapped in the car.  We hauled tail to the wreck.  As soon as I saw it, I thought I had come home to go to her funeral.  Turns out she was counscious (SP?).  EMT's decided that she needed to helicoptered to pediatric ICU in Memphis or Jackson.  My mom(a nurse) convinced them helo her to Tupelo and if Tupelo thought she needed ICU, then ship her to Memphis.  112 to the hospital in Tupelo to find out that the kid had a cracked collar bone.  That's all.  She was really lucky to have gotten out alive.  Look for yourself:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i70.photobucket.com/albums/i84/antindal/camaro5.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i70.photobucket.com/albums/i84/antindal/camaro4.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i70.photobucket.com/albums/i84/antindal/camaro3.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i70.photobucket.com/albums/i84/antindal/camaro2.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i70.photobucket.com/albums/i84/antindal/camaro1.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then I got to tend to the little blonde idiot for the rest of the week.  I missed out on seeing all my friends from college because of the accident and lack of one vehicle, as well as the old B.F. heart-breaker.  I really wanted him to see how much better I look without him!! LOL! P.S. the highway patrolman that was responsible for the accident diagnostics (who is a friend of mine) said that she was doing between 100 and 120 when her car left the road, became airborne and was wrapped around a sweet gum tree while flipping over.&lt;br /&gt;Dance recital was that week too! Maddie was soooo cute!&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i70.photobucket.com/albums/i84/antindal/maddiedance4.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Allison didn't get to dance because of the collar bone.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, the family was short a vehicle.  They needed them all to run errands, take kids to school, go to work, etc.  Were going to have to purchase one.  They decided to give Allison my car and I got a newer one!  Sucked for her, but there is no reason to award a kid for bad behavior-- she didn't deserve one!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Drove home.  Started back to school.  Started seeing the guy from my birthday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He is such an ANGEL!!  He loves to come see me and do things for me (including the dishes).  OMG!  He is perfect!!  I haven't met his family yet; that is coming soon. &lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i70.photobucket.com/albums/i84/antindal/a3.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting"&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Got my school grades back.  Not A's, but they didn't kick me out--I'll take it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Got my hair cut today.  It is soooo freakin' cute!  Very Farrah Fauwcett circa Charlie's Angels era. I love it!  My stylist told me that I look like Lindsey Lohan.  I don't see it, but she is cute, so I won't complain!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went to Penny's-huge sale!  Got a really cute dress and skirt/shirt!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Been doing okay on NS.  Following maintenence since I went home; started loss program again earlier this week.  My body just needed to adjust.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That is about all I can think of in my life...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh ran into "he who hath no balls" when I got back from MS-- acted like I was on my cell phone.  Gosh, I love technology!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I think of anything else, I will post!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23783250-114869292589073218?l=antindal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://antindal.blogspot.com/feeds/114869292589073218/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23783250&amp;postID=114869292589073218' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23783250/posts/default/114869292589073218'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23783250/posts/default/114869292589073218'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://antindal.blogspot.com/2006/05/see-i-told-you-i-would-update.html' title='See, I told you I would update!!'/><author><name>Ashleigh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07674104647537857073</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/185/10113/640/ball1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23783250.post-114497015719650795</id><published>2006-04-13T18:59:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-04-13T19:15:57.206-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Just my freakin' luck!</title><content type='html'>Well kids, I am in the middle (closer to the end- but that is irrelevant) of finals week.. I have one left tomorrow morning.  HOwever today's proved most interesting.  I had my property I final today.  No big deal; I knew what I had to talk about- I just didn't want to.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got to the classroom 30 minutes before the final.  I picked a seat and as the classroom started to fill up I realized that we weren't going to be packed like sardines in a full classroom, and I should have plenty of space as there are plenty of empty seats, surely no one will sit by me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh how wrong I was.  As I was staring blankly into my laptop screen waiting for teh proctor to call my name so that I could get my exam pack, I heard a booming voice over my left shoulder.  "ARE YOU HAVING FUN?" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I turned around quickly to see who was addressing whom behind me (as surely no one was talking to me- none of my friends took laptop exams, but rather pen and pencil).  There he was.  "He who hath no balls" himself.  I am not joking.  He had chosen to sit in the seat immediately to my left- right beside me....not in any of the millions of empty seats by others, but BY ME!  All I could think is "damn."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He set up his laptop and carried on a meaningless, yet polite conversation about tests, blah , blah.  I brought up the subject that my birthday was starting tomorrow at midnight and he should come out with all of us.  "If I you end up where I have already made plans to be, then I guess I will see you."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rriiiigggghhhhhtttt.  So needless to say, I had to sit through my entire Property I exam with a great big distraction sitting beside me (who talks to himself by the way).  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just found it really odd as Dunkin Hynie and I just had this conversation about how I should CALL and invite him to go out with us.  I think not.  So I came to the conclusion that if I saw him this week, I would offer an invite.  If I didn't see him, it was life's way of telling me to give up.  Furthermore, I would have had no idea he was even in the room if he hadn't sat beside me.. which brings me to a further arguement that we could have sat with a chair inbetween us all, but he chose to sit IMMEDIATELY to my left as opposed to the next skipped seat, so everyone would be comfortable.  I am at a loss on this one..  Mr.  I'm not looking for a relationship has "plans" on a Friday night.  I give, I think my hair is graying from stress as we speak.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It really wasn't that big of a deal, but if I am rude to someone, I'll be damned if I'm gonna CHOOSE to sit by them for three hours.  I hate boys.   They are stupid sometimes.  "He who hath no balls" is a shining example....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Somedays it is a pain (though thoroughly entertaining) to be me!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23783250-114497015719650795?l=antindal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://antindal.blogspot.com/feeds/114497015719650795/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23783250&amp;postID=114497015719650795' title='33 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23783250/posts/default/114497015719650795'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23783250/posts/default/114497015719650795'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://antindal.blogspot.com/2006/04/just-my-freakin-luck.html' title='Just my freakin&apos; luck!'/><author><name>Ashleigh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07674104647537857073</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/185/10113/640/ball1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>33</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23783250.post-114343742806813272</id><published>2006-03-27T00:11:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-03-27T00:30:28.083-05:00</updated><title type='text'>I am so freakin' bored!</title><content type='html'>It is midnight on a Sunday.  I have finished my outlines (to date) for Torts II, PRoperty, and Civil Procedure.  I will do contracts II tomorrow.  I hate school sometimes.&lt;a href='http://www.smileycentral.com/?partner=ZSzeb008_ZNxmk572YYUS' target='_blank'&gt;&lt;img src='http://smileys.smileycentral.com/cat/36/36_1_37.gif' border=0&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I weighed yesterday...damn scale.  It hasn't moved for two weeks.. This sucks!  I know that it will, but if I have plateued ALREADY I am going to scream!  &lt;a href='http://www.smileycentral.com/?partner=ZSzeb008_ZNxmk572YYUS' target='_blank'&gt;&lt;img src='http://smileys.smileycentral.com/cat/36/36_1_29.gif' border=0&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have tried everything the past two weeks to jumpstart a loss.  I ate my foods backwards, I subbed foods for other (NS without the food) meals.  NOThing.  arrrgggghhhh!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am watching America's Next Top Model: The E True Hollywood Story.  Did you know that the winner of season 2 used to be obese?  Yep.  She got herself in shape and became one of the most beautiful women in America.  If that isn't motivation, I don't know what is!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life has been really boring.  I haven't had time to hang out with friends or anything.  I have however come to a very obvious conclusion that until this day, I have never considered:&lt;br /&gt;     We all graduated from high school and said "thank goodess I am out of there!  No more drama."  &lt;br /&gt;     Then we graduated from college and said "thank goodess I have graduated and can get away from the drama."&lt;br /&gt;     Then we work (or go to grad school) and you know what... there is still drama.  Like it or not, dramatic people will always be dramatic no matter where they are.  Drama is not something that people grow out of.&lt;br /&gt;You know who I am talking about that girl in the corner cubile at work, whom the world seems to always be out to get.  Her boyfriend was mean, and her parents don't love her, her car might get repo'ed, her dog is sick, and there is this really funny feeling that she has in her arm...each of which is a major earth shattering event that causes another major earth shattering event and when you fail to acknowledge the event, you in turn cause an event...  Those people should be shot- point blank.&lt;a href='http://www.smileycentral.com/?partner=ZSzeb008_ZNxmk572YYUS' target='_blank'&gt;&lt;img src='http://smileys.smileycentral.com/cat/36/36_19_5.gif' border=0&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I haven't had any more run in's with "he who hath no balls."  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I did get my  first compliment this week about my 16 lb weight loss. Yay for me.&lt;a href='http://www.smileycentral.com/?partner=ZSzeb008_ZNxmk572YYUS' target='_blank'&gt;&lt;img src='http://smileys.smileycentral.com/cat/36/36_1_13.gif' border=0&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess that is it for today.  It is about my bedtime.&lt;a href='http://www.smileycentral.com/?partner=ZSzeb008_ZNxmk572YYUS' target='_blank'&gt;&lt;img src='http://smileys.smileycentral.com/cat/4/4_8_2v.gif' border=0&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Kiss**Kiss*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href='http://www.smileycentral.com/?partner=ZSzeb008_ZNxmk572YYUS' target='_blank'&gt;&lt;img src='http://smileys.smileycentral.com/cat/15/15_9_22.gif' border=0&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23783250-114343742806813272?l=antindal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://antindal.blogspot.com/feeds/114343742806813272/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23783250&amp;postID=114343742806813272' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23783250/posts/default/114343742806813272'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23783250/posts/default/114343742806813272'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://antindal.blogspot.com/2006/03/i-am-so-freakin-bored.html' title='I am so freakin&apos; bored!'/><author><name>Ashleigh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07674104647537857073</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/185/10113/640/ball1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23783250.post-114299049288568519</id><published>2006-03-21T20:01:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-03-22T02:03:15.766-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Idle IDOL</title><content type='html'>I am sitting in front of the tv watching American Idol and I thought I would log in my measurements that got taken today.  So here goes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Arm:          11-1/2 (-1/4)&lt;br /&gt;Bust:         38 (-1/2)&lt;br /&gt;Midriff:      32-1/2 (-0)&lt;br /&gt;Waist:        31 (-1)&lt;br /&gt;Abdomen:      35-1/2 (-2-1/2)&lt;br /&gt;Hips:         42-1/2 (-0)&lt;br /&gt;Thighs:       25 (-1)&lt;br /&gt;Calf:         14-1/2 (+1/2??)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A total loss of 4-3/4 inches&lt;br /&gt;Body fat:     27.4% (-2%)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So that is that.  Not as much as I had hoped, but any loss is acceptable!  This is the first time that I have measured in a long time when my thigh is smaller than my waist should be (26.5 for a size 7)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dunkin Hinie is making fun of the title of my blog........ hmmm this looks like it may be a disappointing IDOL week.  Oh well.  I have a new favorite show :The Surreal Life.  They have: Sherman Hensly, Mavin (of WWE), the guy from Smashmouth, Alexis Arquette, a playboy model, Tawny Kitaen, and THE C.C. Deville.  Florence Henderson also appears on the show as the hypnotherapist.  Apparently she went nuts having six kids!  Anyway, this is gonna be a GREAT season. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gosh IDOL is not entertaining tonight. Soo not a Barry Manilow fan!  hmmm.. new revelations in my life.....None.  My life has been pretty boring.  Oh I got the first compliment on my weight loss today... other than that...BORING!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href='http://www.smileycentral.com/?partner=ZSzeb008_ZNxmk572YYUS' target='_blank'&gt;&lt;img src='http://smileys.smileycentral.com/cat/1/1_4_45.gif' border=0&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay I going to try not to sleep through IDOL and will add more soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*kiss**kiss*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23783250-114299049288568519?l=antindal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://antindal.blogspot.com/feeds/114299049288568519/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23783250&amp;postID=114299049288568519' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23783250/posts/default/114299049288568519'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23783250/posts/default/114299049288568519'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://antindal.blogspot.com/2006/03/idle-idol.html' title='Idle IDOL'/><author><name>Ashleigh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07674104647537857073</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/185/10113/640/ball1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23783250.post-114282740904096460</id><published>2006-03-19T22:52:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-03-20T01:34:39.896-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Sunday.....damn scale</title><content type='html'>Well...I weighed.  Nothing.  No change.  Well, maybe a little; I have the old school spinning scale (not one of the digital ones that all the cool kids have).  I think it moved a little to the left of the last mark, but not enough to make a full pound.  Oh well.  It's my own darned fault.  Dunkin Hinie wanted to run to the mall after class the other day, which meant that I would miss lunch.  Soo, I grabbed an apple and hauled to the mall.  I decided, since I was hungry, that I would have a pretzel from Auntie Annie's instead of my NS lunch entree.  I ordered a plain pretzel with no salt and no butter, which the lady grudgingly made, as it was a special order.  I did everything else up to par that day.  I thought the pretzel (though not the best choice) would be much better than some greasy food court meal.  I also didn't get to work out that day.  *Sigh*  Oh well- it WILL go down this week.  I did work out today :)! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href='http://www.smileycentral.com/?partner=ZSzeb008_ZNxmk572YYUS' target='_blank'&gt;&lt;img src='http://smileys.smileycentral.com/cat/7/7_5_141.gif' border=0&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just finished watching the season premier of my newest favorite show, #1 single.  Lisa Loeb has lost her damn mind.  She finally found a man that wanted what she did and was ready, willing, and eager, and she chose her career.  The whole purpose of the show was for her to find a man, and she did, but blew it!  I am soooo disappointed!  That was such a terrible ending!  I hope her guitar keeps her warm at night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href='http://www.smileycentral.com/?partner=ZSzeb008_ZNxmk572YYUS' target='_blank'&gt;&lt;img src='http://smileys.smileycentral.com/cat/36/36_3_2.gif' border=0&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I haven't had much time to study my habits and collect my thoughts, as I am too busy studying law.. BORING!  Maybe I'll add and repost later.........&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23783250-114282740904096460?l=antindal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://antindal.blogspot.com/feeds/114282740904096460/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23783250&amp;postID=114282740904096460' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23783250/posts/default/114282740904096460'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23783250/posts/default/114282740904096460'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://antindal.blogspot.com/2006/03/sundaydamn-scale.html' title='Sunday.....damn scale'/><author><name>Ashleigh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07674104647537857073</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/185/10113/640/ball1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23783250.post-114273315213830775</id><published>2006-03-18T20:30:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-03-18T21:33:04.163-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Saturday.....ugh.</title><content type='html'>Well, it has been a couple of days...interesting days..  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First things first, I forgot to weigh this morning, so I will have to tomorrow morning..damn.  Went to the gym- abs hurt.  Tanned...skin uncomfortable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I was supposed to go see Aerosmith in concert last night, BUT Steven Tyler has bronchitus, the show was cancelled (with no plan to reschedule), and I am still awaiting my refund from the venue.  I have overcome my temporary case of turret's syndrome that the cancellation caused.  I guess this is just life's way of saying "Ashleigh, you have 20 some-odd days until finals- you don't have time to do anything but study."  It's okay.  I can't cross that of my "to do before I die" list.  Hopefully none of the bad boys croak til they make it back around to somewhere I am living.  Let's all keep our fingers crossed, shall we?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Update on "he who hath no balls."  I saw him yesterday afternoon.  I had just left the office max (it had a DHL drop off) headed across town to the gym.  As I passed through the residential neighborhoods that connect the east and west sides of town, there he was (walking home from classes, I assume).  I was on my phone chit-chatting with Jaci about my near break down in torts II (I'll get to that). THERE HE WAS!  I was compelled to swerve my pretty little car onto the sidewalk, but I overcame that urge and continued to gym.  He's lucky I didn't want to raise my insurance premium or he would have been road kill.  A very wonderful girl told me "he is not worthy of your awesome-ness."  You know, she is right...he's not.  But he is definatley worthy of my radial tires smushing his cute little face and breaking his pretty little neck.  I just don't understand people sometimes.  Why take something so simple and make a HUGE deal out of it.  simple: I am going to cook.  Are you hungry?  Huge deal made: Holy crap this girl wants a relationship.  Did I miss something??  Maybe I have "psychotic lunatic that desperately wants a husband" tatooed across my face.  I don't get it.  Furthermore, what kind of no brained moron flirts will a girl on every given occasion, only to call her and flip out 2x.  Talk about adding insult to injury.  One flip out call: understandable.  Everyone sends mixed signals sometimes; we all do things when we don't truly realize we were doing them.  BUT TWICE???  I was insulted after the first call (that said "no thanks" to dinner).  The second call (to rant about not wanting a relationship/ not looking to date/ you must have the wrong idea) just pissed me off.  I don't see where I could have said anything to have led to his neurotic conclusion.  Voicemail beeps:  Hi "he who hath no balls"  it's Ashleigh.  My friends are headed home for the weekend, but I want to cook.  How about dinner this weekend?  *Click*  That's it.  My entire message in less than 30 words.  How can a few VERY simple words make someone crazy enough to call twice and sound more crazy.  Was he just trying to clarify that he REALLY wasn't interested? Is that how a man says "don't call me again"? By acting looney??  I don't get it; I guess I am not supposed to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yeah torts- I am in my second term of law school, not second grade.  Friday, we played "around the world."  You remember that game.  Where everyone stands up and sits down and answers pop quiz questions.  Yeah.  I played it for the first time since like, 4th grade.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess I need to go study.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Moral of what I have learned this week:  1.) If you have an opportunity to plow a (n future) attorney with your car: DO IT; you will feel better. 2.) NEVER leave a message on a boy's voice mail.  3.) DO NOT, under any circumstance, attempt to date a yankee. 4.) Some people are just not worth my awesome-ness!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23783250-114273315213830775?l=antindal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://antindal.blogspot.com/feeds/114273315213830775/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23783250&amp;postID=114273315213830775' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23783250/posts/default/114273315213830775'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23783250/posts/default/114273315213830775'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://antindal.blogspot.com/2006/03/saturdayugh.html' title='Saturday.....ugh.'/><author><name>Ashleigh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07674104647537857073</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/185/10113/640/ball1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23783250.post-114239297173175760</id><published>2006-03-14T22:10:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-03-19T11:33:31.213-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Terrific Tuesday</title><content type='html'>Well I have had another fabulous NS day!  However, I couldn't work out today, because I had a stupid academic resource seminar that I didn't get out of until 9pm. (JOY)  My jeans are too big, which is good.  I wore a really cute outfit that I never would have worn before NS.&lt;br /&gt;I can't wait until Saturday to weigh again!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So sign of "he who has no balls" since the elevator incident.  I guess, though, that I am thankful he wigged out.  I have 29 days until finals- that is not enough to deal with a new boy, study, and plan the most amazing 21st birthday party too.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Dunkin Hinie" (assumed name of my friend- long story of origin..will share sometime) and "what's-his-face" got back from his meeting her parents tonight.  It seems to have gone well (joy- again).  I swear, I will know the man that is perfect for me, as soon as I find one Jaci hates; because I really don't like this one, and they are moving in together in 2 months- and she has every plan of marrying him.  I guess I should be really happy that she isn't going to be an old lady with her cats, but I cringe at the thought of having to deal with this kid for the rest of our lives (or length of their marriage- whichever ends first).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well since I am putting off all of my socializing and sociologizing until after finals, my blog will be pretty boring, with just weight and measurement results and "diary".. BOOO!  Oh and if I do run into "he who hath no balls," I will let you know!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*kiss**kiss*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23783250-114239297173175760?l=antindal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://antindal.blogspot.com/feeds/114239297173175760/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23783250&amp;postID=114239297173175760' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23783250/posts/default/114239297173175760'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23783250/posts/default/114239297173175760'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://antindal.blogspot.com/2006/03/terrific-tuesday.html' title='Terrific Tuesday'/><author><name>Ashleigh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07674104647537857073</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/185/10113/640/ball1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23783250.post-114221258410945298</id><published>2006-03-12T20:04:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-03-12T20:16:24.120-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Fabulously Lazy Sunday</title><content type='html'>I have had a great day.  I am about 1/2 done with my torts II outline, I worked out, and I tanned.  I am so excited about the tanning.  I forgot how much I love the tatooed smell of tanning lotion on a body.  It makes me feel so much better.  Maybe that is what is wrong with me- my body was going nuts without UV radiation.  This sun twice a month crap is getting old- I need to see the sun everyday!&lt;br /&gt;Even more interesting, I was not claustrophobic in the tanning booth.  It is a hut- the teeny stand up kind- I had no problem fitting in to it and I was not the least bit nervous about how small it was!  I FIT !! !!!!!!! !!!!!!!!! !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;I just finish a collage of how my face has changed since graduation.  It has changed a whole lot!!  It is harder to tell the difference between Halloween and now, though.  Nevertheless, I will not give up.  I will wear a bikini this summer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am starting to get concerned about my goal weight.  I selected 130.  In high school my lowest was 125, but I was very finny (skinny, but body mass was fat, not muscle) and borderline anorexic. I popped diet pills and all I ate everyday was a bag of funyuns and a coca cola.  I know my body has changed with age, and will probably never see a size 4 again, but 130 may not be possible since I have a large muscle mass now.  Around 140 may be safer for me.  I am just really afraid that when I get that close to where I was in the past, that I may go back to doing whatever it takes to get teeny.  I don't want to be in that situation again, though, I wasn't healthy AT ALL.  I am so proud of myself for trying to do this the right way, so I refuse to give up and resort back to the days of chips and coke.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So it is also 34 days until my birthday.  I will be in the 150's by then!  I will.  This means I need to get rid of 11 lbs.  I can do that in a month, right??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess I need to get back to outlining. (joy)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23783250-114221258410945298?l=antindal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://antindal.blogspot.com/feeds/114221258410945298/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23783250&amp;postID=114221258410945298' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23783250/posts/default/114221258410945298'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23783250/posts/default/114221258410945298'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://antindal.blogspot.com/2006/03/fabulously-lazy-sunday.html' title='Fabulously Lazy Sunday'/><author><name>Ashleigh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07674104647537857073</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/185/10113/640/ball1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23783250.post-114213737087861475</id><published>2006-03-11T23:22:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-03-11T23:30:46.666-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Exhausted of Boredom</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.thedollpalace.com/" title="Visit The Doll Palace [Where Cartoon Dolls Live]"&gt;&lt;img src="http://public.thedollpalace.com/public/images/dolls_library_linked/BR/brownandred_doggie_2_25_2005.gif" border="0" alt="Visit The Doll Palace [Where Cartoon Dolls Live]"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;P&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I just got of the phone with Daddy.  He wanted to know who I was dating because apparently it is rumored at home that I am seeing someone.  I was rolling in the floor laughing.  He, unfortunately, was genuinely concerned that I hadn't told him who I seeing; and quite perturbed that I claimed I wasn't seeing anyone.  LOL.  Since I am not, a good ole Eupora LOVES gossip, I told him to pick a name and chat about this imaginary person like he is royalty.  I want my imaginary boyfriend to have the best cars, clothes, and [insert imaginiative word] on Earth.  Poor Daddy.  I don't know whether he is more concerned that I really haven't dated in about a year or whether I might date a yankee.  &lt;br /&gt;Today was also my youngest sister (6)'s birthday party.  My mom called to cry because I wasn't there to help her set up like always.  It seems to have went well though.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I weighed in this morning.  Down another three pounds this week- a total of 16 since 1/28/06. &lt;/strong&gt; I am begining to see it in the mirror now, little things here and there.  &lt;br /&gt;I had hoped to log into tonight and narrate some incredible perspective about life and love and my situation; but I am exhausted and I need to go to bed.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23783250-114213737087861475?l=antindal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://antindal.blogspot.com/feeds/114213737087861475/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23783250&amp;postID=114213737087861475' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23783250/posts/default/114213737087861475'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23783250/posts/default/114213737087861475'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://antindal.blogspot.com/2006/03/exhausted-of-boredom.html' title='Exhausted of Boredom'/><author><name>Ashleigh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07674104647537857073</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/185/10113/640/ball1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23783250.post-114204290039516237</id><published>2006-03-10T21:04:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-03-10T21:08:47.836-05:00</updated><title type='text'>NS profile 1/28/06- 3/10/06</title><content type='html'>1-28-06&lt;br /&gt;10:00PM&lt;br /&gt;Day 2&lt;br /&gt;I'm still breathing. That's a good thing. I was really hungry a little while ago; ate celery; feeling better. I guess some background on me would be helpful. I am twenty (20) years old. I am in my second semester of law school. Weight was a problem growing up, then when I got to high school it all kinda melted with all of the activities I participated in. I weighed a cutie 125 lb. Got to college and fought off the freshman fifteen for a while, then gained the senior spread (70lb.) I blame the pizza, beer, and inactivity- finding out my high school sweetheart was having a fling with the cocktail waitress on his military base while he was training to go overseas didn't help either. On top of that I bartended in a restaraunt to put myself through college, so I ate ALL of the time. BUT---that is the past. I have since relocated myself to Michigan for law school, leaving the bad habits behind. I work out most days of the week (losing a little weight here and there), but food still seems to be my downfall. I would eat lots of fresh stuff, but my portioning was way out of whack. Sooo...like I said I am still alive. The food so far has been pretty good. I have a soft spot for belgian chocolate, so the chocolate cake and the chocolate kisses taste a little odd, but good, just odd to me. I don't care for the lemon and poppyseed muffins- they aren't bad, I just don't care for bran muffins. The cereal I had today was GREAT! As of today I weigh in at 186 lbs. Fifty six pounds to go.................................&lt;br /&gt;Date 1-24-06&lt;br /&gt;Weight :186&lt;br /&gt;Measurements:&lt;br /&gt;Arm :12&lt;br /&gt;Bust :41&lt;br /&gt;Midriff :33&lt;br /&gt;Waist :33&lt;br /&gt;Abdomen :38&lt;br /&gt;Hips :45&lt;br /&gt;Thighs :27&lt;br /&gt;Calf :15.5&lt;br /&gt;Body Fat: 28.5&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Week Two:&lt;br /&gt;2-4-06: wt:182&lt;br /&gt;Sooo four pounds gone. I am much better figured out what to do with the muffins (thank goodness for the jazzman!). I am pretty happy with this. We'll see what happens!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Week Three:&lt;br /&gt;2-11-06 wt:180&lt;br /&gt;Two more pounds gone for good!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Week 4:&lt;br /&gt;2-18-06 wt. 176&lt;br /&gt;Four more pounds and 9.25 inches gone in three weeks!!&lt;br /&gt;Measurements:&lt;br /&gt;arm: 12&lt;br /&gt;bust: 38.5&lt;br /&gt;Midriff: 32.5&lt;br /&gt;Waist: 32&lt;br /&gt;Abdomen: 38&lt;br /&gt;Hips: 42.5&lt;br /&gt;Thighs:26&lt;br /&gt;Calf: 14&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23783250-114204290039516237?l=antindal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://antindal.blogspot.com/feeds/114204290039516237/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23783250&amp;postID=114204290039516237' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23783250/posts/default/114204290039516237'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23783250/posts/default/114204290039516237'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://antindal.blogspot.com/2006/03/ns-profile-12806-31006.html' title='NS profile 1/28/06- 3/10/06'/><author><name>Ashleigh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07674104647537857073</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/185/10113/640/ball1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23783250.post-114203269857828913</id><published>2006-03-10T17:59:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-03-10T18:27:37.923-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Life's unexpected surprises</title><content type='html'>As if the lovely phone call yesterday didn't add insult to injury, you will never guess who I ran into as I stepped on the elevator at school today. Yes, that's right, Mr. No Balls Wimp standing right by the buttons, right in my way, on a crowded elevator. I am so glad that I dressed cute! After the ass-phone call, I watched Sex &amp; The City, and realized that if they can be miserable and dress cute, I could too!!! Today was actually really funny. I had my glasses off and didn't see him as I got on, but I noticed someone looking at me as the doors closed, and low and behold, there he was! When he realized I saw him he quickly turned around (away from me). SO I did what any normal Southern girl would do, I smiled, flipped my hair, and made small talk (OMG! Hi how are you?? (response) Oh I'm well, thank you for asking) Luckily I only had to spend a one floor difference with him (I got on at 4 and he got off at 5). I didn't realize that it was humanly possible for a man to be that big of a toole. Really! I thought men were tough and never step down, but the minute he saw me, he looked like he was going to regurgitate his lunch on his [horrid] Doc Martins. I knew he was a wimp, he told me himself, but I just thought he was flirting and acting like he might be shy, to feel me out. NOPE! He really is a wimp- I mean a tuck-it-between-his-legs WIMP!&lt;br /&gt;It's okay though, I know that his fright is his problem- not mine. I will have plenty of time this weekend to catch up on my studies, tan, and go to the gym.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have also had all day to speculate on my theory that perhaps we don't really learn from failed relationships, but rather we lose a part of us when we lose the relationship, and can never get it back. I think this is very true. I don't know what I lost in my relationship with Cory, but it has been a year, and I am not the same as I was before. I know, I know! I am a grown-up now and this is not high school, but I am not talking about the opportunities to date, instead how I approach them. I had the ability to dive into everything head first and walk away when ever I wanted. I was alive and fun and happy and a pleasure to be around. Now, I am cynical and opinionated, and mostly bitchy. I wouldn't want to date me sometimes either. I realize that Lansing Michigan is probably not the most condusive environment for me to date, but it is all I have! I am twice as cute as any yankee girl that I have seen in the past six months; if there is not someone who would have me here, then there is no hope for me anywhere!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That is enough philosophies for today. On a brighter note, I did look amazing today, except for my jeans, which are my skinny jeans- that I can put on and take off without unbuttoning them!! Great, I know. Unfortunately, they are the only pair I can somewhat wear right now, so I rather gaudy in them. I would rather, however, have them gaudy and too big than way too tight!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow is weigh in day- I'll let you know!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What should we learn from today??&lt;br /&gt;Always look your best and be prepared for anything and everything, because you never know what life is gonna send your way.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23783250-114203269857828913?l=antindal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://antindal.blogspot.com/feeds/114203269857828913/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23783250&amp;postID=114203269857828913' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23783250/posts/default/114203269857828913'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23783250/posts/default/114203269857828913'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://antindal.blogspot.com/2006/03/lifes-unexpected-surprises.html' title='Life&apos;s unexpected surprises'/><author><name>Ashleigh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07674104647537857073</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/185/10113/640/ball1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23783250.post-114196622231738873</id><published>2006-03-09T23:28:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-03-09T23:50:22.336-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Moi</title><content type='html'>Okay, now that I have this darn thing set up!!!  My name is Ashleigh.  I am a 20 (21 as of April 15) year old law student living in Michigan.  I am originally from Mississippi.  I grew up on a cotton farm in rural MS ( my HS graduating class was 52 kids).  I have one sister, one step-brother, and two half-sisters.   I graduated from the University of Mississippi in 2005 with a BA in Political Science, minor in Sociology.  I am sure you are wondering why I am 20 with a college eduacation working on a JD: well, I graduated both high school and college in three years- so here I am.  One might call me an over-achiever, but I am really not.  I did it for a stupid boy- a really long story that I am sure I will talk about later.  I am doing this for therapy.  I hate diaries- writing cramps my hand, this seems much more feasible.  I just need some outlet to express my thoughts; so here I am.  Life here is tough!  I am 800 miles away from home, working on one of the hardest educations to obtain, and trying to loose my college senior spread using Nutrisystem (16lbs so far)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well today it is official!  I can't get a date to save my life.  Don't laugh-I'm serious!  Long story short: I acted in play, met a boy who was voluteering to sell ticket (all profits were for charity), flirted with each other for a while, play was a success, he went out with MY friends and I to celebrate, gave me his number (swearing to be a wimp when it  comes to girls), so I invited him to eat dinner this weekend (very non-chalantly by expressing that most of my friends were leaving town, I wanted to cook, and we should hang out) He left me a voice mail last night saying he was busy (missed the phone, so I called and got his voice mail as he was leaving mine).  The kicker: not only did he not return my "phone tag" call, he called again today, and insulted me by asking if the invite was a date, as he wasn't looking for a relationship!  RELATIONSHIP!!! WHO THE HELL SAID ANYTHING ABOUT A RELATIONSHIP???   I SAID LET ME MAKE YOU MY MOM'S  NEW SALMON RECIPE SHE JUST GAVE ME!  NOTHING IN THAT SENTENCE SAID A DAMN THING ABOUT A RELATIONSHIP!  I just wanted a date!  A nice simple, come over, eat and leave date.  So to add insult to injury I have added a wimp to the list of men who don't want to date me. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just don't understand.  I have always been the girl who can bounce from relationship to relationship with no problem.  However I got out of a nasty four year relationship about a year ago.  Yet for the past year, I haven't even been able to get a date!  I have always thought that after a relationship we take what we have learned from it, that can never be forgotten, and apply it.  In "Dr. Phil"-ing myself, I have come to wonder that maybe relationships can take something away from us, that can't be returned??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Was there some essence of my personality, some part of my psyche that I left behind??&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't get me wrong- singlity was the best thing that could have possibly happened to me.  I have been able to be as selfish as I want, with no one to answer to.  The relationship wasn't healthy, and I frankly am way better off single, date-less and sex deprived than back in that situation.  Yet I can't help but wonder: did I lose something that I truly needed??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well that is enough psycho-analysis for today I need to finish my products liability homework.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23783250-114196622231738873?l=antindal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://antindal.blogspot.com/feeds/114196622231738873/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23783250&amp;postID=114196622231738873' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23783250/posts/default/114196622231738873'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23783250/posts/default/114196622231738873'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://antindal.blogspot.com/2006/03/moi.html' title='Moi'/><author><name>Ashleigh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07674104647537857073</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/185/10113/640/ball1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23783250.post-114196480669704726</id><published>2006-03-09T23:26:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-03-09T23:26:46.703-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/185/10113/640/ball2.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' style='border:1px solid #000000; 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