<?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-2626765</id><updated>2011-04-21T19:04:35.366-04:00</updated><title type='text'>A Sims in Paris</title><subtitle type='html'>I'm in France now.  This is the occassionally updated chronicle of my adventures.  Comment.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://simsworld.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2626765/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://simsworld.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2626765/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Sims</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18065915606753847027</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>431</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2626765.post-109707134864571934</id><published>2004-10-06T09:58:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-10-06T10:02:28.646-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Me again.  Somewhat to my suprise, language lab was really fun.  Everyone talks about how boring and awful it is, but I love it.  Today was mostly pronunciation, repeating phrases after Mme Turner with very close attention to vowel changes.  Yes I know it sounds hideous, but I didnùt realiwe the time was passing until Mme Turner said class was almost over.  In other news, I'm getting better and </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2626765/posts/default/109707134864571934'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2626765/posts/default/109707134864571934'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://simsworld.blogspot.com/2004_10_03_archive.html#109707134864571934' title=''/><author><name>Sims</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18065915606753847027</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-2626765.post-109706640669288098</id><published>2004-10-06T08:33:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-10-06T08:40:06.693-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>So classes are going well.  I am pleased to say that I placed into level six out of either eight or nine, as high as any other Davidson student.  Class starts at nine: today I had two hours of oral expression and compostion with Mme. Turner (yes, the Mme. Turner from Davidson) followed by one hour of style with M Daydat.  Style as in writing, not fashion.  This afternoon I have language lab at </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2626765/posts/default/109706640669288098'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2626765/posts/default/109706640669288098'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://simsworld.blogspot.com/2004_10_03_archive.html#109706640669288098' title=''/><author><name>Sims</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18065915606753847027</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-2626765.post-109688907547636566</id><published>2004-10-04T07:21:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-10-04T07:24:35.476-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Yay,  I'm in Tours with free internet and posting myself!  Unfortunately, French keyboards are different and it will take me a while to achieve a decent typing speed.  For now let it suffice to say that I like my family here (divorced mother with identical twin twelve year old daughters) and that I took a plqcement exam this morning, results to be revealed tomorrow.  Bivalve!</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2626765/posts/default/109688907547636566'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2626765/posts/default/109688907547636566'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://simsworld.blogspot.com/2004_10_03_archive.html#109688907547636566' title=''/><author><name>Sims</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18065915606753847027</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-2626765.post-109666465296740297</id><published>2004-10-01T17:01:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-10-01T17:04:12.966-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>And I hate computers.  Thursday I sent an email to Philip including a blog post.  The email got eaten.  Just now I sent him and email.  It got eaten.  So I'm sorry, faithful readers, but this post will be short.  We went to the Somme yesterday.  It was disturbing.  The trenches and shell holes are still there but grown over with grass and little yellow flowers and complete with grazing sheep.  </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2626765/posts/default/109666465296740297'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2626765/posts/default/109666465296740297'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://simsworld.blogspot.com/2004_09_26_archive.html#109666465296740297' title=''/><author><name>Sims</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18065915606753847027</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-2626765.post-109573003583185018</id><published>2004-09-20T21:25:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-09-20T21:27:15.830-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>So I had a blog post Thursday, but I deleted it.  :(  So here's a new one.  Friday I went to the Eiffel Tower and, feeling ambitious, walked up to the first two levels.  It's about 700 steps in all.  I took the elevator to the top and the view was naturally spectacular.  I'm glad I didn't go up the tower earlier because it's really better when you have a fair idea of what's what and where in </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2626765/posts/default/109573003583185018'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2626765/posts/default/109573003583185018'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://simsworld.blogspot.com/2004_09_19_archive.html#109573003583185018' title=''/><author><name>Sims</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18065915606753847027</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-2626765.post-109509484112673451</id><published>2004-09-13T13:59:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-09-13T13:00:41.126-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I went to church Sunday and it was amazing.  It was a little protestant church, really just a nice hole in the wall between a shop and a cafe, but it was wonderful to be at church again.  Alright, so I couldn't understand most of the sermon, but the prayers and hymns I could follow.  There was an announcement about some sort of discussion on "Jesus Christ in a secular society."  That sounded </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2626765/posts/default/109509484112673451'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2626765/posts/default/109509484112673451'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://simsworld.blogspot.com/2004_09_12_archive.html#109509484112673451' title=''/><author><name>Sims</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18065915606753847027</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-2626765.post-109474645448912152</id><published>2004-09-09T13:13:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-09-09T12:14:14.490-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Philip, pinch-hitting for Sims:Last night (Wednesday) we went to a restaurant in Montmartre, Refus de Fondues (Foudue Refuge) that Peter had found over the summer and recommended.  It was quite fun and Dr. Sachs put it on the Davidson budget.  He also added the rule that when Davidson pays, we speak in French on pain of having to pay ourselves.  Fine with me--I'd rather speak French anyway, </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2626765/posts/default/109474645448912152'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2626765/posts/default/109474645448912152'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://simsworld.blogspot.com/2004_09_05_archive.html#109474645448912152' title=''/><author><name>Sims</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18065915606753847027</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-2626765.post-109467531123465534</id><published>2004-09-08T16:27:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-09-08T16:28:31.233-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I'm going to the Louvre this afternoon.  But you know the painting of Napoleon's coronation?  It's there.  It's also really huge.  It's really amazing when you see all these paintings that you've read about, that they're there for real.  This city has so much history.  The Revolution is relatively recent, but that's nearly as old as our whole country.And that's Sims, who would have posted this </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2626765/posts/default/109467531123465534'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2626765/posts/default/109467531123465534'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://simsworld.blogspot.com/2004_09_05_archive.html#109467531123465534' title=''/><author><name>Sims</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18065915606753847027</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-2626765.post-109458080109228877</id><published>2004-09-07T14:06:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-09-07T14:13:21.093-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>And now, here's Sims' post, five days late.  :0  Actually, the reason it's late is that this is Philip writing in place of Sims, because les ordinateurs francaises are retarded and won't let Sims post on her website from them.  If you feel like harassing me in any way, shape, or form, you can e-mail Philip at phwinky630@yahoo.com, or call him at (336) 229-6409.  You're welcome.And now, without </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2626765/posts/default/109458080109228877'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2626765/posts/default/109458080109228877'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://simsworld.blogspot.com/2004_09_05_archive.html#109458080109228877' title=''/><author><name>Sims</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18065915606753847027</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-2626765.post-109412034958404351</id><published>2004-09-02T11:15:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-09-02T06:19:09.586-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Comments coming soon.It's been exciting here.   Wednesday walked all over Ile de la Cite, today exploring on my own.  Going to find food now.  And yes I do have class.  Longer entry when I have a computer with an English keyboard (the French one is different).</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2626765/posts/default/109412034958404351'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2626765/posts/default/109412034958404351'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://simsworld.blogspot.com/2004_08_29_archive.html#109412034958404351' title=''/><author><name>Sims</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18065915606753847027</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-2626765.post-109387953706408606</id><published>2004-08-30T11:22:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-08-30T11:25:37.066-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Yes, I am reviving my blog.  I am now writing from Lisa's room computer at Davidson.  At two o'clock my parents will convey me to Charlotte-Douglass International Airport, from whence I shall fly to Munich and then Paris.  I will try to update at least once a week.As you probably all know, I'm very excited about this trip, though quite a bit nervous.  Now I get to find out how good my French </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2626765/posts/default/109387953706408606'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2626765/posts/default/109387953706408606'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://simsworld.blogspot.com/2004_08_29_archive.html#109387953706408606' title=''/><author><name>Sims</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18065915606753847027</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-2626765.post-107126936111331320</id><published>2003-12-12T17:49:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-12-12T17:50:08.390-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>JyoketsuTriNiTy: Almost ready!JyoketsuTriNiTy: The arms just need to arrive and then I can replace them when I come home.JyoketsuTriNiTy: I'm so excited!</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2626765/posts/default/107126936111331320'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2626765/posts/default/107126936111331320'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://simsworld.blogspot.com/2003_12_07_archive.html#107126936111331320' title=''/><author><name>Sims</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18065915606753847027</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-2626765.post-107118108190050537</id><published>2003-12-11T17:18:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-12-11T17:21:12.500-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'></summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2626765/posts/default/107118108190050537'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2626765/posts/default/107118108190050537'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://simsworld.blogspot.com/2003_12_07_archive.html#107118108190050537' title=''/><author><name>Sims</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18065915606753847027</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-2626765.post-107089972009754380</id><published>2003-12-08T11:08:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-12-08T11:09:23.686-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>JyoketsuTriNiTy: I'm so sick of womenWeird Redhead: No women for you!JyoketsuTriNiTy: they've EVERYWHEREJyoketsuTriNiTy: *they're</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2626765/posts/default/107089972009754380'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2626765/posts/default/107089972009754380'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://simsworld.blogspot.com/2003_12_07_archive.html#107089972009754380' title=''/><author><name>Sims</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18065915606753847027</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-2626765.post-107056539303197441</id><published>2003-12-04T14:16:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-12-04T14:17:12.716-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>This I find very interesting, and not completely accurate.  Economicly, I'd say I should be mid-right.  There are rare circumstances where free markets are not the way to go, but these are rare and free markets should be the default in absence of compelling evidence.  And I didn't like the way a lot of the questions were phrased.  Questions with which I would normally agree I usually feel </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2626765/posts/default/107056539303197441'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2626765/posts/default/107056539303197441'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://simsworld.blogspot.com/2003_11_30_archive.html#107056539303197441' title=''/><author><name>Sims</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18065915606753847027</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-2626765.post-107030103565038085</id><published>2003-12-01T12:50:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-12-01T12:51:12.640-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>&lt;!-- shinylemur.com What Irrational Number are you? version 1.0beta --&gt;What Irrational Number Are You?You are φOf all the irrational numbers, you are considered to be the most beautiful.  Those who know you well have called you by many names, all golden.  However, most people don't know you by name and probably won't even recognize you by sight, but they do like to see you.  Despite your pretty </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2626765/posts/default/107030103565038085'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2626765/posts/default/107030103565038085'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://simsworld.blogspot.com/2003_11_30_archive.html#107030103565038085' title=''/><author><name>Sims</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18065915606753847027</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-2626765.post-107029428708763380</id><published>2003-12-01T10:58:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-12-01T10:58:43.140-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Which Survivor of the Impending Nuclear Apocalypse Are You?A Rum and Monkey joint.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2626765/posts/default/107029428708763380'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2626765/posts/default/107029428708763380'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://simsworld.blogspot.com/2003_11_30_archive.html#107029428708763380' title=''/><author><name>Sims</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18065915606753847027</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-2626765.post-107023942953521992</id><published>2003-11-30T19:43:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-11-30T19:44:25.123-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Name Four Bad Habits You Have:1. Procrastination2. stupid computer games3. annoying people4. crackName Four Things That You Wish You Had:1. A completed paper in French on France and Cote d'Ivoire2. a clear idea of my feelings3. another day or two of break4. time to listen to all the music in the worldName Four Scents You Love: oooh I notice smell so much.. I could never choose1. </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2626765/posts/default/107023942953521992'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2626765/posts/default/107023942953521992'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://simsworld.blogspot.com/2003_11_30_archive.html#107023942953521992' title=''/><author><name>Sims</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18065915606753847027</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-2626765.post-106928150781327456</id><published>2003-11-19T17:38:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-11-19T17:38:52.483-05:00</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/2626765/posts/default/106928150781327456'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2626765/posts/default/106928150781327456'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://simsworld.blogspot.com/2003_11_16_archive.html#106928150781327456' title=''/><author><name>Sims</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18065915606753847027</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-2626765.post-106927312205901312</id><published>2003-11-19T15:18:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-11-19T15:19:06.890-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Vespera186: But now i do have to go, because I'm not getting anything done.  If I'm not careful my head might explode.Weird Redhead: Send me pictures if it does!Vespera186: I won't be around to take any.  But they'll be in the Baltimore Sun.Weird Redhead: Ok.Weird Redhead: I'll get Ben to clip some.Vespera186: Good call.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2626765/posts/default/106927312205901312'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2626765/posts/default/106927312205901312'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://simsworld.blogspot.com/2003_11_16_archive.html#106927312205901312' title=''/><author><name>Sims</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18065915606753847027</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-2626765.post-106860148596897691</id><published>2003-11-11T20:44:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-11-11T20:44:43.056-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I just googled Weird Redhead.  Doing so produces 336 hits.  The first two are my blog.  The other 334 appear to be porn sites.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2626765/posts/default/106860148596897691'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2626765/posts/default/106860148596897691'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://simsworld.blogspot.com/2003_11_09_archive.html#106860148596897691' title=''/><author><name>Sims</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18065915606753847027</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-2626765.post-106849539665384709</id><published>2003-11-10T15:16:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-11-10T15:16:34.306-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>CoHo semiformal, as previously stated, was an incredible amount of fun.  I wore my green and purple homecoming dress from ninth grade, my first formal.  I thought of it as my mermaid dress because of how the colors change with the light, as I imagine a mermaid’s tale would.  Lisa did my makeup.  My hair I kept simple, wearing it down with only my two green enamel mother-of-pearl hairclips.  To </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2626765/posts/default/106849539665384709'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2626765/posts/default/106849539665384709'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://simsworld.blogspot.com/2003_11_09_archive.html#106849539665384709' title=''/><author><name>Sims</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18065915606753847027</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-2626765.post-106841477235123218</id><published>2003-11-09T16:52:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-11-09T16:52:50.416-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Weird Redhead: Sims went to CoHo semiformal last night.Ramika546: Ooh, how'd that go?Weird Redhead: I wore my ninth grade homecoming dress.Weird Redhead: Much fun.Ramika546: Oh, pretty!Weird Redhead: And I dealt poker for an hour, winning back what the craps dealer had lost.Weird Redhead: I'm a good poker player.Ramika546: Sims dealing poker!Ramika546: You're like a Bond girlRamika546: </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2626765/posts/default/106841477235123218'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2626765/posts/default/106841477235123218'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://simsworld.blogspot.com/2003_11_09_archive.html#106841477235123218' title=''/><author><name>Sims</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18065915606753847027</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-2626765.post-106775017908748689</id><published>2003-11-02T00:16:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-11-02T00:16:17.876-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>So I just got paid thirty-five dollars for watching The Two Towers.  Meaning I went babysitting.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2626765/posts/default/106775017908748689'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2626765/posts/default/106775017908748689'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://simsworld.blogspot.com/2003_11_02_archive.html#106775017908748689' title=''/><author><name>Sims</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18065915606753847027</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-2626765.post-106677772155130534</id><published>2003-10-21T19:08:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-10-21T19:08:41.566-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>My inner child is ten years old!The adult world is pretty irrelevant to me. WhetherI'm off on my bicycle (or pony) exploring, lostin a good book, or giggling with my bestfriend, I live in a world apart, one full ofadventure and wonder and other stuff adultsdon't understand. How Old is Your Inner Child? brought to you by QuizillaI'll agree with that.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2626765/posts/default/106677772155130534'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2626765/posts/default/106677772155130534'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://simsworld.blogspot.com/2003_10_19_archive.html#106677772155130534' title=''/><author><name>Sims</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18065915606753847027</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-2626765.post-106659193379514859</id><published>2003-10-19T15:32:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-10-19T15:32:13.590-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>[Name] Sims Hill[Nickname] Simsers (like scissors, but with a Sims!)[Screen name] Weird Redhead[Birthday] February 16, 1984[Age] 19[Astrological sign?] Aquarius[Chinese zodiac sign?] Rat[Location] Davidson, NC[Sexual Preference] alive[Marital Status] single[Religion] Christian (Presbyterian)[Eye color] blue-green[Height] just over 5’8”[Shoe size] 10[Parents still together?] Yes[</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2626765/posts/default/106659193379514859'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2626765/posts/default/106659193379514859'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://simsworld.blogspot.com/2003_10_19_archive.html#106659193379514859' title=''/><author><name>Sims</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18065915606753847027</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-2626765.post-106644108439708615</id><published>2003-10-17T21:38:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-10-17T21:38:04.020-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Ramika546: Cell phone ninja I amWeird Redhead: To the tune of Henry the Eighth...Weird Redhead: Cell phone ninja I am, cell phone ninja I am I amWeird Redhead: I have got the very best scoreWeird Redhead: In mindblaster and v'deo poker!Ramika546: ...Weird Redhead: Yet another smash hit from the lyricist behind "The Twelfth of May," "Palmer," and "No More Talk of Koji!"Ramika546: I hate you</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2626765/posts/default/106644108439708615'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2626765/posts/default/106644108439708615'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://simsworld.blogspot.com/2003_10_12_archive.html#106644108439708615' title=''/><author><name>Sims</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18065915606753847027</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-2626765.post-106643949057657218</id><published>2003-10-17T21:11:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-10-17T21:12:27.073-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I’m going to see Pirates of the Caribbean in the 900 room at midnight tonight.  To compensate for the blatant non-productivity of seeing a two and a half hour movie that begins at midnight, I’ve already done my polisci reading for Tuesday.  I would like to do something else productive, but that may or may no happen.  It’s a fun movie, and will be even more fun with Lisa Tina Anne and Rachel.I </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2626765/posts/default/106643949057657218'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2626765/posts/default/106643949057657218'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://simsworld.blogspot.com/2003_10_12_archive.html#106643949057657218' title=''/><author><name>Sims</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18065915606753847027</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-2626765.post-106460302126063411</id><published>2003-09-26T15:03:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-09-26T15:03:41.330-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Dyanne says I should post more.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2626765/posts/default/106460302126063411'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2626765/posts/default/106460302126063411'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://simsworld.blogspot.com/2003_09_21_archive.html#106460302126063411' title=''/><author><name>Sims</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18065915606753847027</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-2626765.post-106410006396837420</id><published>2003-09-20T19:21:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-09-20T19:21:03.920-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>It's been a great weekend.  Friday afternoon I went to western NC on a retreat with Westminster Fellowship (Presbyterian students group).  We got there, watched Chariots of Fire, stayed up really late, went to bed, got up and fixed breakfast (I can do a good job of scrambling eggs en masse!), had a bible study, lunch that wasn't much because breakfast was so insanely good and big, some of us </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2626765/posts/default/106410006396837420'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2626765/posts/default/106410006396837420'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://simsworld.blogspot.com/2003_09_14_archive.html#106410006396837420' title=''/><author><name>Sims</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18065915606753847027</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-2626765.post-10636775652540737</id><published>2003-09-15T21:59:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-09-15T22:07:18.940-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>You are The Cap'n!Some men are born great, some achieve greatness and some slit the throats of any man that stands between them and the mantle of power. You never met a man you couldn't eviscerate. Not that mindless violence is the only avenue open to you - but why take an avenue when you have complete freeway access? You are the definitive Man of Action. You are James Bond in a blousy shirt </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2626765/posts/default/10636775652540737'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2626765/posts/default/10636775652540737'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://simsworld.blogspot.com/2003_09_14_archive.html#10636775652540737' title=''/><author><name>Sims</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18065915606753847027</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-2626765.post-106339272381156159</id><published>2003-09-12T14:52:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-09-12T14:52:03.673-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>This is what I wrote in my diary last night.  It is not intened as a memorial, political statement, or even a rememberance.  It is simply the infintessimal fraction of my thougths that saw fit to take on form and commit themselves to paper.          September Eleventh.  I need to write something.  No point in tellin you what I felt on that day or on this day in 2002.  You can go read that for </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2626765/posts/default/106339272381156159'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2626765/posts/default/106339272381156159'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://simsworld.blogspot.com/2003_09_07_archive.html#106339272381156159' title=''/><author><name>Sims</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18065915606753847027</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-2626765.post-106330425987479390</id><published>2003-09-11T14:17:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-09-11T14:17:39.880-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Given the date, I need to post something.  However, posting some ill-thought out drivel would be worse than nothing at all, so I'll get back to you this evening or tomorrow, when I have something worthwhile.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2626765/posts/default/106330425987479390'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2626765/posts/default/106330425987479390'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://simsworld.blogspot.com/2003_09_07_archive.html#106330425987479390' title=''/><author><name>Sims</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18065915606753847027</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-2626765.post-106287905533666618</id><published>2003-09-06T16:10:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-09-06T16:10:55.376-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>In which Sims gets to be a barbie doll :)Thursday night I was hanging out in Lisa and Tina's room when Lisa declared, mostly out of the blue, that I had to try on all her clothes.  Lisa's general style of clothing is something best described as froufy, though it looks good on her.  To the amazement of everyone in the room (Lisa, Tina, and Sims), it looked good on me too.  Lisa declared I looked</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2626765/posts/default/106287905533666618'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2626765/posts/default/106287905533666618'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://simsworld.blogspot.com/2003_08_31_archive.html#106287905533666618' title=''/><author><name>Sims</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18065915606753847027</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-2626765.post-106238202646053781</id><published>2003-08-31T22:07:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-08-31T22:07:06.483-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Notes from days of yore.Friday, 8-22-98	I’m looking forward to Kings Dominion tomorrow.  Actually I’m even happier that I got invited to go.	I’ve only known them a few days, but Amy and Jessica are the best friends I’ve ever had.  It’s just that with all my other friends, I’ve never really been a part of what they were doing, almost as if I was a silent observer, whose purpose was only to </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2626765/posts/default/106238202646053781'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2626765/posts/default/106238202646053781'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://simsworld.blogspot.com/2003_08_31_archive.html#106238202646053781' title=''/><author><name>Sims</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18065915606753847027</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-2626765.post-106199419683010172</id><published>2003-08-27T10:23:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-08-27T10:23:16.980-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Weird Redhead: Hissss.bivalve42: Snakey snake!Weird Redhead: What has it got in itss pocketsses, my Preciousss?Weird Redhead: Is it tasty?Weird Redhead: Is it crunchable?bivalve42: Yes!bivalve42: It's very crunchable.bivalve42: It's made of EELS!Weird Redhead: But of what doess it speaksess, my precious?Weird Redhead: We likes eelesess, precious!bivalve42: EEEEEEELSbivalve42: KILLER </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2626765/posts/default/106199419683010172'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2626765/posts/default/106199419683010172'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://simsworld.blogspot.com/2003_08_24_archive.html#106199419683010172' title=''/><author><name>Sims</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18065915606753847027</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-2626765.post-106081348355665608</id><published>2003-08-13T18:24:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-08-13T18:29:26.613-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Which IB Book are you?Somehow I'll think we'll I'll end up as calculus.  I'd rather be Palmer.  Or better yet, Music.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2626765/posts/default/106081348355665608'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2626765/posts/default/106081348355665608'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://simsworld.blogspot.com/2003_08_10_archive.html#106081348355665608' title=''/><author><name>Sims</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18065915606753847027</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-2626765.post-106064627253943942</id><published>2003-08-11T19:57:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-08-11T19:57:52.350-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Kree-ah, Kree-ah, Kree-ah, Kree-ah, Kreee!The cicadas sing on this campus of stone.They take me away to the place that I love,Another campus that's far, far, away,Where the cicadas sing through the night.Now I stand on the steps one hot August night,Counting the minutes until class resumes.I walk over to stare at the cars parked in rowsAnd I hear the cicadas sing in two trees:Kree-ah, </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2626765/posts/default/106064627253943942'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2626765/posts/default/106064627253943942'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://simsworld.blogspot.com/2003_08_10_archive.html#106064627253943942' title=''/><author><name>Sims</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18065915606753847027</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-2626765.post-106064595027599127</id><published>2003-08-11T19:52:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-08-11T19:52:30.096-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>County Fair was extreme coolness.  Sims ride bumper cars, ferris wheel, and Zipper (aka the reallly big scary thing that everyone else was scared to ride).  But coolness.  Hmm, I don't think I'm going to be winning a noble prize for literature here.  Curses, I can't remember enough to tell you why it was cool.  But it was.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2626765/posts/default/106064595027599127'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2626765/posts/default/106064595027599127'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://simsworld.blogspot.com/2003_08_10_archive.html#106064595027599127' title=''/><author><name>Sims</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18065915606753847027</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-2626765.post-106022346665130921</id><published>2003-08-06T22:31:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-08-06T22:31:06.676-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Weird Redhead: It's your male counterpart!Weird Redhead: SANDPOINT, ID—Seated on the edge of his bed, Carl Thompson, 38, paused for 20 minutes with one sock on his foot and the other in his hand Tuesday. "Ugh, tired," said Thompson, who was otherwise silent from 6:30 to 6:50 a.m. During that period, Thompson stared at the wall and teetered perilously close to a reclining position six times.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2626765/posts/default/106022346665130921'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2626765/posts/default/106022346665130921'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://simsworld.blogspot.com/2003_08_03_archive.html#106022346665130921' title=''/><author><name>Sims</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18065915606753847027</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-2626765.post-106012182609936918</id><published>2003-08-05T18:17:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-08-05T18:17:06.183-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>In which Sims gets bored in art class and decides haiku would be a better use of her time.  Here are eight haiku.  They are about various individuals.  Not all of said individuals are reading this blog, and not everyone reading this blog necessarilly has a haiku.  Feel free to comment and ponder which, if any, of them are dedicated to you.Eccentric strange elfYou are alone in your worldAnd </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2626765/posts/default/106012182609936918'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2626765/posts/default/106012182609936918'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://simsworld.blogspot.com/2003_08_03_archive.html#106012182609936918' title=''/><author><name>Sims</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18065915606753847027</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-2626765.post-105993027431640113</id><published>2003-08-03T13:04:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-08-03T13:04:34.350-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I have become addicted to a certain game on popcap.  Insaniquarium, you think?  No.  Seven Seas?  Wrong again.  Typer shark?  Bingo.  That's right, boys and girls, I am now addicted to a typing program.  Which just proves I'm a nerd.  It's Tara's fault, really.  After reading on her blog that she types at the superhuman 90 wpm, I was inspired to go test myself.  Barely fiftey.  Sims is sad.  So </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2626765/posts/default/105993027431640113'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2626765/posts/default/105993027431640113'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://simsworld.blogspot.com/2003_08_03_archive.html#105993027431640113' title=''/><author><name>Sims</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18065915606753847027</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-2626765.post-105891928183888296</id><published>2003-07-22T20:14:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-07-22T20:14:41.856-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>News from Sims' continuing re-reading of her diary.I can't say I say any profound changes other thans slight improvements in spelling, handwriting, and grammer, but one thing has struck me.  I write darn well when I'm upset.  At the moment, I'm a bit more than halfway through high school.  A lot of what I wrote is very boring even to me, but in the last few days I read I managed to write </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2626765/posts/default/105891928183888296'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2626765/posts/default/105891928183888296'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://simsworld.blogspot.com/2003_07_20_archive.html#105891928183888296' title=''/><author><name>Sims</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18065915606753847027</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-2626765.post-105874690930102373</id><published>2003-07-20T20:21:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-07-20T20:21:49.336-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>After picking berries Saturday, Dyanne and I invited a new game.  One of us makes up the name of a place, and the other has to tell a story about it.  For your entertainment, here is a story from the land of Paglydoo.Once upon a time, Paglydoo was a land of perfect happiness.  And like all lands of perfect happiness, it had many carousels and children running around screaming for no apparent </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2626765/posts/default/105874690930102373'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2626765/posts/default/105874690930102373'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://simsworld.blogspot.com/2003_07_20_archive.html#105874690930102373' title=''/><author><name>Sims</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18065915606753847027</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-2626765.post-105814342863408330</id><published>2003-07-13T20:43:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-07-13T20:43:48.533-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Saturday I went hiking on the Billy Goat Trail and then Freshmen banquet at Ricciutti's.  Today I saw Pirates at the Regal with Emi and Erica.  It's a bad movie, but in an entertaining way.  I can't quite decide whether it is a romance, action movie, ghost story, or satire.  But I was amused.  Demon Monkey!  For the rest of the week I have work MTW and class MW.  Lest you think my life of late is</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2626765/posts/default/105814342863408330'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2626765/posts/default/105814342863408330'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://simsworld.blogspot.com/2003_07_13_archive.html#105814342863408330' title=''/><author><name>Sims</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18065915606753847027</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-2626765.post-105786038970509304</id><published>2003-07-10T14:06:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-07-10T14:06:29.753-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Went down to House of Musical Traditions in Takoma Park today to buy harp strings since one broke about a week ago.  I've actually been semi-dilligent on my harp this summer.  Also got a new music book.  Art class yesterday was boring, but I didn't take notes so I mostly sat there zoning in and out.  The chairs in that room are insanely comfortable and they lean back.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2626765/posts/default/105786038970509304'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2626765/posts/default/105786038970509304'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://simsworld.blogspot.com/2003_07_06_archive.html#105786038970509304' title=''/><author><name>Sims</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18065915606753847027</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-2626765.post-105769104937044805</id><published>2003-07-08T15:04:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-07-08T15:04:09.356-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Summer school.  I do apoligize for my earlier snobbery, as it has turned out to be misplaced.  I think the class will be mildly interesting.  Am conducting an ongoing experiment on what happens when Sims remains largely silent in class.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2626765/posts/default/105769104937044805'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2626765/posts/default/105769104937044805'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://simsworld.blogspot.com/2003_07_06_archive.html#105769104937044805' title=''/><author><name>Sims</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18065915606753847027</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-2626765.post-105760432059960129</id><published>2003-07-07T14:58:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-07-07T14:58:40.636-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Was very productive this morning at church, despite the disturbance of two people calling in four hours to ask about applying for my job (I'm there until I go back back to Davidson or they find someone permanent).  Have now been online for the past hour.I start summer school at MC tonight.  I'm neither looking forward to nor dreading it.  It would be nice if the class (art appreciation) is well</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2626765/posts/default/105760432059960129'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2626765/posts/default/105760432059960129'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://simsworld.blogspot.com/2003_07_06_archive.html#105760432059960129' title=''/><author><name>Sims</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18065915606753847027</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-2626765.post-105752663565252646</id><published>2003-07-06T17:23:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-07-06T17:23:55.690-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>The movie was sold out, but I still spent a most enjoyable afternoon in Rockville.  Most enjoyable.  I probably wouldn't have remembered more than half the movie anyway.  Life is extrordinarily good.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2626765/posts/default/105752663565252646'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2626765/posts/default/105752663565252646'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://simsworld.blogspot.com/2003_07_06_archive.html#105752663565252646' title=''/><author><name>Sims</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18065915606753847027</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-2626765.post-105742127252026001</id><published>2003-07-05T12:07:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-07-05T12:09:55.926-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I do think it would be amusing to mess with your collective minds by just talking about the fireworks, the weather, and the walk from L'Enfant Plazza to the Jefferson Memorial.  But I won't do that for any number of reasons.  Pick your favorite or make up one of your own.So what do I write?  I could be cliched and just cut and paste my favorite song of the moment into the blog and call it a </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2626765/posts/default/105742127252026001'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2626765/posts/default/105742127252026001'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://simsworld.blogspot.com/2003_06_29_archive.html#105742127252026001' title=''/><author><name>Sims</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18065915606753847027</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-2626765.post-105720308506307934</id><published>2003-07-02T23:31:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-07-02T23:31:25.050-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Attempting to come up with something worthwhile to say for today.Ended up working an extra hour from a combination of several things, mostly arguing with the xerox and a lack of planning skills.  I'll know better next week.  No word from Blockbuster, just as well since I'm having second thought s about the wisedom of two jobs and summer school at the same time.  Viewing Fourth of July gathering </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2626765/posts/default/105720308506307934'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2626765/posts/default/105720308506307934'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://simsworld.blogspot.com/2003_06_29_archive.html#105720308506307934' title=''/><author><name>Sims</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18065915606753847027</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-2626765.post-105710447402038335</id><published>2003-07-01T20:07:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-07-01T20:07:54.036-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>From the poem generator:rid of the part about probably right. hopefully. In other news, I want the part about probably right. hopefully. In conclusion, my job as because I want online. rid of Historical Fervor.Constant Struggle. Ethnic Clothing. Which you are the .daytime, and Tara.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2626765/posts/default/105710447402038335'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2626765/posts/default/105710447402038335'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://simsworld.blogspot.com/2003_06_29_archive.html#105710447402038335' title=''/><author><name>Sims</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18065915606753847027</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-2626765.post-105710334619398712</id><published>2003-07-01T19:49:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-07-01T19:49:06.206-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Why I'm never going to have a blog that is really good, like Emi and Tara.As you may or may not know, I keep a diary.  It is from time to time well written, often interesting, and not infrequently of the read-it-and-die type.  The last is not so much because I lead a scandalous life as because I don't like telling people stuff.  So why don't I just remove the stuff I don't want the world to see </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2626765/posts/default/105710334619398712'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2626765/posts/default/105710334619398712'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://simsworld.blogspot.com/2003_06_29_archive.html#105710334619398712' title=''/><author><name>Sims</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18065915606753847027</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-2626765.post-105708397844851857</id><published>2003-07-01T14:26:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-07-01T14:26:18.430-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>My day so far has not been very interesting.  From nine to one I was working at church, which involved mainly arguing with Word, the fax machine, and the printer.  Just like RM, except for the part about the fax machine.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2626765/posts/default/105708397844851857'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2626765/posts/default/105708397844851857'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://simsworld.blogspot.com/2003_06_29_archive.html#105708397844851857' title=''/><author><name>Sims</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18065915606753847027</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-2626765.post-105699947422734724</id><published>2003-06-30T14:57:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-06-30T14:57:54.113-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Happiness!  (if you think you know what I'm talking about, you're probably right.  hopefully.)In other news, I started my job as an Office Administrator (read secretary) today.  Not unpleasent, but there is a definite potential for becoming tedious.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2626765/posts/default/105699947422734724'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2626765/posts/default/105699947422734724'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://simsworld.blogspot.com/2003_06_29_archive.html#105699947422734724' title=''/><author><name>Sims</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18065915606753847027</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-2626765.post-105555438851498967</id><published>2003-06-13T21:33:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-06-13T21:33:08.503-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Germany -Despite a controversial recent history, it has hada tough and powerful history.  A modern-daytechnological and cultural beacon, it is stilltarget to stereotypes and antiquited thoughts.Positives:Technologically Advanced.Culturally Admired.Global Power.Negatives:Target of Historical Fervor.Constant Struggle.Funny-Looking Ethnic Clothing. Which Country of the World are You? </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2626765/posts/default/105555438851498967'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2626765/posts/default/105555438851498967'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://simsworld.blogspot.com/2003_06_08_archive.html#105555438851498967' title=''/><author><name>Sims</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18065915606753847027</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-2626765.post-94172806</id><published>2003-05-11T20:35:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-05-11T20:35:59.243-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Noon - You are pleasant, friendly, and an overallnice person.  You enjoy the energy and activityof the daytime, and tend to be very productive. When are you? brought to you by Quizilla</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2626765/posts/default/94172806'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2626765/posts/default/94172806'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://simsworld.blogspot.com/2003_05_11_archive.html#94172806' title=''/><author><name>Sims</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18065915606753847027</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-2626765.post-94171952</id><published>2003-05-11T20:15:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-05-11T20:15:10.793-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Totally IB: You're obviously in IB, so I don't needto explain your results to you. Hey, come tothink of it, why are you taking this quiz andnot studying for your Biology test anyway!?!?How IB are you? brought to you by Quizilla</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2626765/posts/default/94171952'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2626765/posts/default/94171952'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://simsworld.blogspot.com/2003_05_11_archive.html#94171952' title=''/><author><name>Sims</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18065915606753847027</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-2626765.post-94127037</id><published>2003-05-10T21:17:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-05-10T21:17:32.256-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>M. Sims Hillis aGarlic-Eating Stealth Monkey...with a Battle Rating of 8.8To see if your Food-Eating Battle Monkey candefeat M. Sims Hill, enter your name: </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2626765/posts/default/94127037'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2626765/posts/default/94127037'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://simsworld.blogspot.com/2003_05_04_archive.html#94127037' title=''/><author><name>Sims</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18065915606753847027</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-2626765.post-94113825</id><published>2003-05-10T14:31:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-05-10T14:31:05.060-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>You are Ursula the Seawitch from The LittleMermaid. An old crone that wants the kingdom ofAtlantis to herself. What Disney Villain are You? brought to you by Quizilla</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2626765/posts/default/94113825'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2626765/posts/default/94113825'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://simsworld.blogspot.com/2003_05_04_archive.html#94113825' title=''/><author><name>Sims</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18065915606753847027</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-2626765.post-93725945</id><published>2003-05-03T20:44:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-05-03T20:44:17.240-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>DisorderRatingParanoid:LowSchizoid:LowSchizotypal:LowAntisocial:LowBorderline:LowHistrionic:ModerateNarcissistic:LowAvoidant:LowDependent:LowObsessive-Compulsive:Low-- Personality Disorder Test - Take It! --Ah, the monotony of being by and large well adjusted.  :)</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2626765/posts/default/93725945'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2626765/posts/default/93725945'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://simsworld.blogspot.com/2003_04_27_archive.html#93725945' title=''/><author><name>Sims</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18065915606753847027</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-2626765.post-93690299</id><published>2003-05-03T00:48:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-05-03T00:48:37.516-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Gosh Golly Gee!  You are... the .period. You tendto be very terse and to the point. No frills.Everyone's favorite. A classic. Aren't youproud?  Go spread the word! You are a period!Which grammatical character would you be if by some sick sad occurance you were a grammatical character? brought to you by QuizillaHow boring.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2626765/posts/default/93690299'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2626765/posts/default/93690299'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://simsworld.blogspot.com/2003_04_27_archive.html#93690299' title=''/><author><name>Sims</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18065915606753847027</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-2626765.post-93315893</id><published>2003-04-26T19:07:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-04-26T19:07:15.830-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>You are Juliette from Massenet's "Romeo etJuliette"!You are sweet, pure, and in love with life.Unfortunately, you are also doomed.  Sorry. Which DIVA are you? brought to you by Quizilla</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2626765/posts/default/93315893'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2626765/posts/default/93315893'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://simsworld.blogspot.com/2003_04_20_archive.html#93315893' title=''/><author><name>Sims</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18065915606753847027</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-2626765.post-93194422</id><published>2003-04-24T15:27:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-04-24T15:27:19.480-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Sims:  It's Thursday.  The world always ends on a Thursday.Anne:  No it doesn't.  Not always.Sims:  Does to.Anne:  Does not.Sims:  Alright, how many times has the world ended on a day other that Thursday?Anne:  Twice.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2626765/posts/default/93194422'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2626765/posts/default/93194422'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://simsworld.blogspot.com/2003_04_20_archive.html#93194422' title=''/><author><name>Sims</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18065915606753847027</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-2626765.post-92725403</id><published>2003-04-16T13:12:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-04-16T13:12:24.123-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Cocaine.You like to talk,you like to run,but most of all you like to have fun. Which drug should you be hooked on? [now with pictures] brought to you by QuizillaImagine that.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2626765/posts/default/92725403'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2626765/posts/default/92725403'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://simsworld.blogspot.com/2003_04_13_archive.html#92725403' title=''/><author><name>Sims</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18065915606753847027</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-2626765.post-92387606</id><published>2003-04-10T18:18:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-04-10T18:18:26.186-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Amy rocks my world.  I had been craving a bivalvular survey.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2626765/posts/default/92387606'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2626765/posts/default/92387606'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://simsworld.blogspot.com/2003_04_06_archive.html#92387606' title=''/><author><name>Sims</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18065915606753847027</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-2626765.post-91888291</id><published>2003-04-02T22:44:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-04-02T22:44:18.793-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Emi:  My socks are so dirty!Sims:  Socks to be you!</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2626765/posts/default/91888291'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2626765/posts/default/91888291'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://simsworld.blogspot.com/2003_03_30_archive.html#91888291' title=''/><author><name>Sims</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18065915606753847027</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-2626765.post-91733695</id><published>2003-03-31T16:56:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-03-31T16:56:20.263-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>In which Sims and Dyanne have a very intellectual conversation concerning the Sundance Online Film Festival.bivalve42: Yeepbivalve42: Ew, bug guts.bivalve42: Uh oh, car accident.bivalve42: Wow, a girl coming out of the trunk.bivalve42: That was clever.Weird Redhead: Check out Ultralove Ninja.bivalve42: Wow.bivalve42: Ahahahaha.bivalve42: That is so surreal.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2626765/posts/default/91733695'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2626765/posts/default/91733695'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://simsworld.blogspot.com/2003_03_30_archive.html#91733695' title=''/><author><name>Sims</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18065915606753847027</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-2626765.post-91491408</id><published>2003-03-27T12:42:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-03-27T12:42:20.250-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I managed to twist my ankle coming out of my dorm.  Yes, I do live on the first floor.  No, there are not any steps.  No, I was not wearing heels.  Basically, I fell down for no apparent reason.  As a result, my ankle is now swollen to roughly half its natural size again.  It's actually not that painful, but walking is now slow and less than pleasent.  But as long as its mostly usable by Saturday</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2626765/posts/default/91491408'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2626765/posts/default/91491408'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://simsworld.blogspot.com/2003_03_23_archive.html#91491408' title=''/><author><name>Sims</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18065915606753847027</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-2626765.post-91487103</id><published>2003-03-27T11:25:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-03-27T11:25:23.966-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Your Heart is Red What Color is Your Heart?  brought to you by QuizillaHuh.  I am stuck in a Disney movie.  Roll out the Dreamers' Songs.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2626765/posts/default/91487103'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2626765/posts/default/91487103'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://simsworld.blogspot.com/2003_03_23_archive.html#91487103' title=''/><author><name>Sims</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18065915606753847027</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-2626765.post-90787096</id><published>2003-03-15T22:14:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-03-15T22:15:02.000-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I love it when...I am trying to write a thesis statement for my upcoming paper on Turkey and the European Union.  I go to the EU website hoping for nice general statement on the importance of the individual.  It tells me that "The European Union's prime concern is to place individuals and their interests at the heart of European integration."  Bingo. </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2626765/posts/default/90787096'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2626765/posts/default/90787096'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://simsworld.blogspot.com/2003_03_09_archive.html#90787096' title=''/><author><name>Sims</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18065915606753847027</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-2626765.post-90775844</id><published>2003-03-15T15:59:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-03-15T15:59:56.860-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I feel for all the world like I'm on a caffeine high.  My pulse is decidedly higher than it should be.  But the only caffeine I've had all day was a cup of tea this morning.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2626765/posts/default/90775844'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2626765/posts/default/90775844'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://simsworld.blogspot.com/2003_03_09_archive.html#90775844' title=''/><author><name>Sims</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18065915606753847027</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-2626765.post-90759957</id><published>2003-03-15T07:58:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-03-15T07:58:04.606-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>UNC beats UMD 84-72.GO HEELS!</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2626765/posts/default/90759957'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2626765/posts/default/90759957'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://simsworld.blogspot.com/2003_03_09_archive.html#90759957' title=''/><author><name>Sims</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18065915606753847027</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-2626765.post-90736350</id><published>2003-03-14T18:33:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-03-14T18:33:46.093-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Sims:  I've got paints, you've got paints, we've got paints, who could ask for anything more?Anne:  Socks?Tina:  And a shirt?  And underwear?  A bra?Anne:  I'd be set to go with just the paints and socks.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2626765/posts/default/90736350'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2626765/posts/default/90736350'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://simsworld.blogspot.com/2003_03_09_archive.html#90736350' title=''/><author><name>Sims</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18065915606753847027</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-2626765.post-90605894</id><published>2003-03-12T15:32:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-03-12T15:32:30.860-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Why I Laugh at all of You who Aren't at Davidson, part 528:Current outside temperature, seventy-seven degrees.  My current attire, shorts, tank-top, and tevas.  Most recent productive activity, reading polisci on Chambers lawn.  I love warm weather and beautiful days.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2626765/posts/default/90605894'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2626765/posts/default/90605894'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://simsworld.blogspot.com/2003_03_09_archive.html#90605894' title=''/><author><name>Sims</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18065915606753847027</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-2626765.post-90468241</id><published>2003-03-10T13:05:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-03-10T13:05:51.280-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Normally I wake up one hour before my first class.  For MWF, that means wake up at 8:30.  But today I woke up at 7:30.  Probabaly something to do with sleeping half the way from Washington to Davidson.  But I'm glad to be back.  It's so beautiful here (sixty-one degrees!  Boo-ya!) and I just like it.  But you all should come visit me.  Now.  En masse.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2626765/posts/default/90468241'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2626765/posts/default/90468241'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://simsworld.blogspot.com/2003_03_09_archive.html#90468241' title=''/><author><name>Sims</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18065915606753847027</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-2626765.post-89859515</id><published>2003-02-27T16:09:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-02-27T16:09:43.733-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Weird Redhead: Mr Rogers died. :-(Ramika546: oh gods I knowRamika546: my dad told me this morning after I woke up and I was like "great, I'm going back to bed."Weird Redhead: First Palmer, now Mr. Rogers.Ramika546: only one made a truly valuable contribution to societyRamika546: the other just kept us amused</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2626765/posts/default/89859515'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2626765/posts/default/89859515'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://simsworld.blogspot.com/2003_02_23_archive.html#89859515' title=''/><author><name>Sims</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18065915606753847027</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-2626765.post-89676480</id><published>2003-02-24T19:24:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-02-24T19:24:06.920-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Weird Redhead: I dreamed a dream in days gone by.Weird Redhead: Concerning cauliflaur.bivalve42: Wow.Weird Redhead: Except not.bivalve42: An exciting dream?bivalve42: Cauliflower...bivalve42: HmWeird Redhead: I've never dreamed about cauliflower.bivalve42: Hee heeWeird Redhead: It's very sad.bivalve42: I know.Weird Redhead: I feel deprived.bivalve42: You should.Weird Redhead: *Sims </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2626765/posts/default/89676480'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2626765/posts/default/89676480'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://simsworld.blogspot.com/2003_02_23_archive.html#89676480' title=''/><author><name>Sims</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18065915606753847027</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-2626765.post-89666088</id><published>2003-02-24T16:27:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-02-24T16:27:32.606-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>It's seventy degrees today.  I win.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2626765/posts/default/89666088'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2626765/posts/default/89666088'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://simsworld.blogspot.com/2003_02_23_archive.html#89666088' title=''/><author><name>Sims</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18065915606753847027</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-2626765.post-89319387</id><published>2003-02-18T13:37:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-02-18T13:37:08.146-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>My God.  I just saw the story on the Post about the Korean subway.  Even though it's on the other side of the world, it feels close to home in a strange way because it's the subway.  Think of all our good times on the metro.  Mall hopping, movies at Union Station, going to Tara's, ski-slope noses, the train honking at Amy, Mahan getting left at Metro Center, "which way is up?" and so much more.  </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2626765/posts/default/89319387'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2626765/posts/default/89319387'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://simsworld.blogspot.com/2003_02_16_archive.html#89319387' title=''/><author><name>Sims</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18065915606753847027</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-2626765.post-89216199</id><published>2003-02-16T21:54:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-02-16T21:54:55.653-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>It's my birthday!  And what's really cool, I've managed to stretch it out over the entire weekend.  Valentine's day coolness Friday, cake yesterday, and parent-presents today.  The last includes two CD2, great choruses of opera and opera without words (Nerd Pride, Worldwide!), along with a tin of hazlenut-flavored cocoa powder.  Not to mention my lovely box of homemade marshmallows.  Marshmallows</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2626765/posts/default/89216199'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2626765/posts/default/89216199'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://simsworld.blogspot.com/2003_02_16_archive.html#89216199' title=''/><author><name>Sims</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18065915606753847027</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-2626765.post-89161941</id><published>2003-02-15T18:40:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-02-15T18:40:19.833-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Can we say riches to rags and back again?</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2626765/posts/default/89161941'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2626765/posts/default/89161941'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://simsworld.blogspot.com/2003_02_09_archive.html#89161941' title=''/><author><name>Sims</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18065915606753847027</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-2626765.post-89116687</id><published>2003-02-14T18:10:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-02-14T18:10:16.076-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>A delighful Valentine's day.  People on my hall passed out cheap little CVS Valentine's, like in elementary school, and I'm just in general having a wonderful day.  It's one of those days when you believe that everything just might work out.  Maybe there won't be a way, there won't be any attacks.  I'm feeling much more cheerful today than I am yesterday, and for no paticular reason.  I woke up </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2626765/posts/default/89116687'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2626765/posts/default/89116687'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://simsworld.blogspot.com/2003_02_09_archive.html#89116687' title=''/><author><name>Sims</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18065915606753847027</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-2626765.post-89038372</id><published>2003-02-13T11:22:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-02-13T11:22:57.853-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I just called my mom and asked her to please, please, please buy a battery radio.  I'm more scared now than I've been since those first days after September Eleventh.  Banner headline on the Charlotte Observer "D.C., NYC Prepare for Potential Strike," and they ain't talking about the teamsters union.  Front page of NY Times, picture of anti-aircraft battery with the Washington Monument in the </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2626765/posts/default/89038372'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2626765/posts/default/89038372'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://simsworld.blogspot.com/2003_02_09_archive.html#89038372' title=''/><author><name>Sims</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18065915606753847027</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-2626765.post-88870969</id><published>2003-02-10T16:26:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-02-10T16:26:16.116-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>You're a Non-box. What box do you get put in? brought to you by Quizilla</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2626765/posts/default/88870969'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2626765/posts/default/88870969'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://simsworld.blogspot.com/2003_02_09_archive.html#88870969' title=''/><author><name>Sims</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18065915606753847027</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-2626765.post-88763427</id><published>2003-02-08T13:26:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-02-08T13:26:38.266-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>YOU ARE MARRIED TO A WoODCHUCK!!! what's YOUR deepest secret? brought to you by Quizilla</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2626765/posts/default/88763427'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2626765/posts/default/88763427'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://simsworld.blogspot.com/2003_02_02_archive.html#88763427' title=''/><author><name>Sims</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18065915606753847027</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-2626765.post-88739867</id><published>2003-02-07T22:38:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-02-07T22:38:55.726-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>My homepage is set to Washington Post.  I wish I didn't have to hold my breath every time I go online.  I wish I didn't have to be relieved every time I walk into the dinning hall and the TV is showing ESPN.  I wish I could go on and change the radio station when news comes on.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2626765/posts/default/88739867'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2626765/posts/default/88739867'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://simsworld.blogspot.com/2003_02_02_archive.html#88739867' title=''/><author><name>Sims</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18065915606753847027</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-2626765.post-88381141</id><published>2003-02-01T11:39:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-02-01T11:39:56.170-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>My deepest sympathies to the famalies and friends of the Columbia crewmen.  Rest in Peace.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2626765/posts/default/88381141'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2626765/posts/default/88381141'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://simsworld.blogspot.com/2003_01_26_archive.html#88381141' title=''/><author><name>Sims</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18065915606753847027</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-2626765.post-88378194</id><published>2003-02-01T10:14:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-02-01T10:14:40.883-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Lord of the Rings is amazing.  Shut up Sims, you all say.  No, really.  Half the chapter "The Battle of the Pelennor fields" is written in alliterative verse (anyone read Beowulf? if not, just read any of the verse in that chapter and the preceding and you'll get the idea).  Consider this passage, which is written in prose:  "Great was the clash of their meeting.  But the white fury of the </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2626765/posts/default/88378194'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2626765/posts/default/88378194'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://simsworld.blogspot.com/2003_01_26_archive.html#88378194' title=''/><author><name>Sims</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18065915606753847027</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-2626765.post-88135650</id><published>2003-01-27T22:40:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-01-27T22:40:48.230-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I understand IB English.  Ok, maybe that's a bit of an overstatement, but I just figured what they were trying to do, at least in part.  They were making us pretend we loved books we didn't.  How do I know this?  Lord of the Rings (what else?).  I am rereading it (reading number eight!) and this afternoon I read what I consider to be the finest chapter in the entire really long book.  And I would</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2626765/posts/default/88135650'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2626765/posts/default/88135650'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://simsworld.blogspot.com/2003_01_26_archive.html#88135650' title=''/><author><name>Sims</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18065915606753847027</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-2626765.post-88113514</id><published>2003-01-27T15:22:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-01-27T15:22:25.420-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Overheard on the hall (in a genuinly puzzled tone of voice):  "Why is it that every English book I study is about death and weird sexual behavior, and there are also a lot of Biblical references?"  Oh really, ya' think?  I'm sure you've all heard my rants against the evils of English class as we know it, and so I will spare you my answer.  But the moral of the story is that one, at least one poor</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2626765/posts/default/88113514'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2626765/posts/default/88113514'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://simsworld.blogspot.com/2003_01_26_archive.html#88113514' title=''/><author><name>Sims</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18065915606753847027</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-2626765.post-88030794</id><published>2003-01-25T22:29:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-01-25T22:29:28.130-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Awesome is hereby defined as a front row seat to _The Marriage of Figaro._  Featuring your advisor and the head of the physics department as the count.  And narrated by the college president.  In full Mozart regalia.  Complete with powdered wig.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2626765/posts/default/88030794'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2626765/posts/default/88030794'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://simsworld.blogspot.com/2003_01_19_archive.html#88030794' title=''/><author><name>Sims</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18065915606753847027</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-2626765.post-87903125</id><published>2003-01-23T10:51:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-01-23T10:51:22.650-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Sort of in response to Tara's blog of Wednesday.Even though I know Iraq is serious and I am quite well informed (my internat'l politics requires me to read the NY Times daily) I can't help but think primarily in a historical context.  How will this episode go down in Palmer, may he rest in peace?  Is it the end of the EU?  The beginning of democracy in the mid-East?  The final triumph of the </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2626765/posts/default/87903125'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2626765/posts/default/87903125'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://simsworld.blogspot.com/2003_01_19_archive.html#87903125' title=''/><author><name>Sims</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18065915606753847027</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-2626765.post-87902697</id><published>2003-01-23T10:42:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-01-23T10:42:02.563-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>It snew!  Yes, even in North Carolina we now have four inches of the best powder you could ask for.  And they predicted snow showers!</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2626765/posts/default/87902697'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2626765/posts/default/87902697'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://simsworld.blogspot.com/2003_01_19_archive.html#87902697' title=''/><author><name>Sims</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18065915606753847027</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-2626765.post-87814485</id><published>2003-01-21T20:40:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-01-21T20:40:32.846-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Holy frickin' pikachus, I'm on the SGA.  In an elected position, no less (technically).  Here's the story.  First house meeting for CoHo was tonight.  There were elections, and the powers that be were running through the positions:  secratary, archivist, house manager, kitchen manager, and social chair were some of the open positions.  Then someone realized there was no SGA rep.  Request for </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2626765/posts/default/87814485'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2626765/posts/default/87814485'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://simsworld.blogspot.com/2003_01_19_archive.html#87814485' title=''/><author><name>Sims</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18065915606753847027</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-2626765.post-87646199</id><published>2003-01-18T13:39:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-01-18T13:39:50.806-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Last night I had the most bizarre dream of my life.  For those of you who have had to listen to my dreams before, you know that's saying a lot.  Without going into details, it involved the Borg, a very large navel orange, one of those scary kids' trains they have at malls at Christmas, a spider the size of a two year old, me being perversly flattered, and a very unlikely person swinging Tarzan </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2626765/posts/default/87646199'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2626765/posts/default/87646199'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://simsworld.blogspot.com/2003_01_12_archive.html#87646199' title=''/><author><name>Sims</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18065915606753847027</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-2626765.post-87626094</id><published>2003-01-18T00:15:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-01-18T00:18:02.000-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>What beats Bivalves Twister?  Shaving Cream Twister.  That's right, folks.  Take a Twister board or six, put a great big blob o' shaving cream on each spot, and have at it.  And there is additional call; when you get tired of right hand red et cetera, you yell "Grab a bunch of shaving cream and smear it all over the person nearest to you!"  Everyone fall down very quickly (shaving cream is </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2626765/posts/default/87626094'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2626765/posts/default/87626094'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://simsworld.blogspot.com/2003_01_12_archive.html#87626094' title=''/><author><name>Sims</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18065915606753847027</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-2626765.post-87421271</id><published>2003-01-14T10:44:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-01-14T10:44:48.000-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Somewhat to my suprise, I signed up to join a eating house, which is sort of like a soririty, only not really.  And my first choice is co-ed.  I wasn't going to, none of us were, but then Anne decided to and I thought hey, why not?  It'll be a new thing for me, but I can always drop out at the end of the semester, and signing alone doesn't obligate me anyway.  But I fell sort of bad about it, </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2626765/posts/default/87421271'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2626765/posts/default/87421271'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://simsworld.blogspot.com/2003_01_12_archive.html#87421271' title=''/><author><name>Sims</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18065915606753847027</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-2626765.post-87306670</id><published>2003-01-12T10:27:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-01-12T10:27:16.046-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>So I had the brilliant idea of going to the early church service and having the whole day ahead of me.  And it was a nice service, only...no one is awake!  What good is having the whole day when everyone's asleep or not back yet?  However, there is something to be said for getting up really early.  It's nice to have the whole campus to oneself.  Unfortunately, I may be in North Carolina, but it's</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2626765/posts/default/87306670'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2626765/posts/default/87306670'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://simsworld.blogspot.com/2003_01_12_archive.html#87306670' title=''/><author><name>Sims</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18065915606753847027</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-2626765.post-87278781</id><published>2003-01-11T17:18:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-01-11T17:18:14.800-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>And I love having unlimited, high-speed internet again.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2626765/posts/default/87278781'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2626765/posts/default/87278781'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://simsworld.blogspot.com/2003_01_05_archive.html#87278781' title=''/><author><name>Sims</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18065915606753847027</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>
