<?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-5265459</id><updated>2011-04-21T19:40:02.892-04:00</updated><title type='text'>He said, She said</title><subtitle type='html'>There is nothing either good or bad, but thinking makes it so.
       - William Shakespeare</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pixieshine.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5265459/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pixieshine.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Megan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16483287687165504226</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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>86</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5265459.post-113414737535744071</id><published>2005-12-09T11:55:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-12-09T11:56:44.366-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>One more semester down, one to go...I will be a 'grown up' in 4 months....WOW</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5265459/posts/default/113414737535744071'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5265459/posts/default/113414737535744071'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pixieshine.blogspot.com/2005_12_01_archive.html#113414737535744071' title=''/><author><name>Megan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16483287687165504226</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5265459.post-112786151450801874</id><published>2005-09-27T18:49:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-09-27T18:51:54.513-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>It has been practically years since I have even thought about posting anything on this thing. So much has changed:I am single which happened after a horrible break up. Oh the drama...Meaghan moved home to Newfoundland.I am finishing up my degree.You may not think thats a lot, but holy shit......my summer was eventful in the least. I am excited for a dull(ish) winter.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5265459/posts/default/112786151450801874'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5265459/posts/default/112786151450801874'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pixieshine.blogspot.com/2005_09_01_archive.html#112786151450801874' title=''/><author><name>Megan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16483287687165504226</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5265459.post-111107512083932676</id><published>2005-03-17T10:57:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-03-17T10:58:40.840-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>It has been months since I have even thought about my blog. Much has happened but I still lack in things to say.I hope all is well with whomever may read this, god knows when I may update again!</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5265459/posts/default/111107512083932676'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5265459/posts/default/111107512083932676'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pixieshine.blogspot.com/2005_03_01_archive.html#111107512083932676' title=''/><author><name>Megan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16483287687165504226</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5265459.post-109318366866956335</id><published>2004-08-22T10:05:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-08-22T10:07:48.670-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I know, I know it has been over a month since I have last posted anything. Its not because I don't have the time, or any stories to tell....I think I am just damn lazy. This summer went very well, I am feeling the urge to go somewhere new for a while though. I would like to go on a mini road trip or something. We will see!I am ready for school, I have all of my supplies......heres to my final </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5265459/posts/default/109318366866956335'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5265459/posts/default/109318366866956335'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pixieshine.blogspot.com/2004_08_01_archive.html#109318366866956335' title=''/><author><name>Megan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16483287687165504226</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5265459.post-109026530181046628</id><published>2004-07-19T15:24:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-07-19T15:28:21.810-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>As many Haligonians are aware, last Saturday was the Gay pride parade here in Halifax. East Sides being right downtown brought in quite a diverse group of people. One table consisted of only drag queens, and something I had never thought about was which bathroom do they use? Should they risk it and use the mens bathroom to have another man walk in on a 'woman' using a urinal or should they go </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5265459/posts/default/109026530181046628'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5265459/posts/default/109026530181046628'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pixieshine.blogspot.com/2004_07_01_archive.html#109026530181046628' title=''/><author><name>Megan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16483287687165504226</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5265459.post-108856727857017566</id><published>2004-06-29T23:47:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-06-29T23:47:58.570-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Just to let everyone know, I was just having a bad day. I am fine, I like my life, and I know a guy who is cool that likes me...Over and out...</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5265459/posts/default/108856727857017566'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5265459/posts/default/108856727857017566'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pixieshine.blogspot.com/2004_06_01_archive.html#108856727857017566' title=''/><author><name>Megan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16483287687165504226</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5265459.post-108816898099789422</id><published>2004-06-25T09:07:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-06-25T09:09:40.996-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Things I am currently tired of:Every morning being woken up by lawn mowing, tree cutting,or babies crying! Nagging people, if I wanted to give you anything I would offer it. Two-faced people, the older I get the more I meet. Sucking up will only get you ahead so far. And plain old disrespect. Don't lie to my face about something, because I know the truth.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5265459/posts/default/108816898099789422'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5265459/posts/default/108816898099789422'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pixieshine.blogspot.com/2004_06_01_archive.html#108816898099789422' title=''/><author><name>Megan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16483287687165504226</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5265459.post-108788287548640309</id><published>2004-06-22T01:35:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-06-22T01:41:15.486-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Things are looking up...(knock on wood)!!!!I don't know exactly how to explain the reasons for it looking up. It just is....Lets just all hope it continues...</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5265459/posts/default/108788287548640309'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5265459/posts/default/108788287548640309'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pixieshine.blogspot.com/2004_06_01_archive.html#108788287548640309' title=''/><author><name>Megan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16483287687165504226</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5265459.post-108758132937611546</id><published>2004-06-18T13:48:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-06-18T13:55:29.376-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I am currently in a mood that has not struck me for a long time, feeling as if the whole world is against me in this vicious plot. I guess I am having a shitty day.....Will post later when more chipper!</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5265459/posts/default/108758132937611546'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5265459/posts/default/108758132937611546'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pixieshine.blogspot.com/2004_06_01_archive.html#108758132937611546' title=''/><author><name>Megan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16483287687165504226</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5265459.post-108672276710889843</id><published>2004-06-08T15:23:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-06-08T15:26:07.110-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Well whats new:A.Meaghan's parents have been up for a few days(great people).B.I bought a new computer.C.Shanna got a cat for her birthday, which means we all have a cat.D.I got a diploma from work, and I am a certified trainer.Thats a lot for me... :P</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5265459/posts/default/108672276710889843'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5265459/posts/default/108672276710889843'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pixieshine.blogspot.com/2004_06_01_archive.html#108672276710889843' title=''/><author><name>Megan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16483287687165504226</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5265459.post-108595367986020435</id><published>2004-05-30T17:43:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-05-30T17:47:59.860-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>His name is Peter, the cutest, smartest little boy I have ever seen. He came into work yesterday and his big blue eyes made me melt.....To my surprise while working today, Peter came into work again to say hello. I hear from the door, "Hi Meeegan". While chatting with the charming young boy, his father came into the conversation and ended up asking me out. May I just say this man was atleast 40</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5265459/posts/default/108595367986020435'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5265459/posts/default/108595367986020435'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pixieshine.blogspot.com/2004_05_01_archive.html#108595367986020435' title=''/><author><name>Megan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16483287687165504226</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5265459.post-108583701857643108</id><published>2004-05-29T09:22:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-05-29T09:23:38.576-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Why won't the rain stop?It REALLY isn't helping my mood.....:(</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5265459/posts/default/108583701857643108'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5265459/posts/default/108583701857643108'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pixieshine.blogspot.com/2004_05_01_archive.html#108583701857643108' title=''/><author><name>Megan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16483287687165504226</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5265459.post-108580429643678187</id><published>2004-05-29T00:14:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-05-29T00:18:16.436-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>One question -Why do only guys with girlfriends, or idiots take an interest in me? It's getting quite old already.....BTW - if you like me and are neither of the two, please let me know....</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5265459/posts/default/108580429643678187'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5265459/posts/default/108580429643678187'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pixieshine.blogspot.com/2004_05_01_archive.html#108580429643678187' title=''/><author><name>Megan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16483287687165504226</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5265459.post-108556701744195770</id><published>2004-05-26T06:21:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-05-26T06:23:37.443-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>In case anyone is wondering the reason(s) I have not posted lately, basically it's because I really don't have much to post about. I have just been working a lot, and spending my days off sleeping. Exciting I know :P Heres to trying to convince my roomies to go out tonight....pwwwwwwwwwwwease guys!!Keep your fingers crossed!</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5265459/posts/default/108556701744195770'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5265459/posts/default/108556701744195770'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pixieshine.blogspot.com/2004_05_01_archive.html#108556701744195770' title=''/><author><name>Megan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16483287687165504226</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5265459.post-108497967740002587</id><published>2004-05-19T11:06:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-05-19T11:16:00.396-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Life often brings closes to certain chapters, and I am feeling many close right now. An overwhelming amount of people I know have finished school or moved away and its like I am being told to do something drastic with my life as well. But as for now it seems like things are staying the same for me. My chapter will continue for another year as other peoples close but I wonder what the next year </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5265459/posts/default/108497967740002587'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5265459/posts/default/108497967740002587'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pixieshine.blogspot.com/2004_05_01_archive.html#108497967740002587' title=''/><author><name>Megan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16483287687165504226</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5265459.post-108470431402692920</id><published>2004-05-16T06:40:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-05-16T06:45:14.026-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Throughout the course of having friends, there usually are many ups and downs. You get sick of one another, yet you still miss them when they are not around. Right now I would have to say I am on a pretty good 'up' with my friends. The ones being closest to me are the ones I live with. Its true that there may be some hard times behind us, but these are the people I never want to lose contact with</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5265459/posts/default/108470431402692920'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5265459/posts/default/108470431402692920'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pixieshine.blogspot.com/2004_05_01_archive.html#108470431402692920' title=''/><author><name>Megan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16483287687165504226</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5265459.post-108464087975586795</id><published>2004-05-15T13:02:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-05-15T13:07:59.756-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>The other night my roommate and I were at blockbuster picking out a movie. When we both noticed two guys, who were unbelievably creepy looking. They looked like they should have been wearing capes, while trying to suck my blood. The following night, my same roomie and I were working together WHEN ONE OF THE VAMPIRE MEN came in looking as creepy as ever. Needless to say I DID NOT wait on that </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5265459/posts/default/108464087975586795'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5265459/posts/default/108464087975586795'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pixieshine.blogspot.com/2004_05_01_archive.html#108464087975586795' title=''/><author><name>Megan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16483287687165504226</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5265459.post-108419886404030972</id><published>2004-05-10T10:15:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-05-10T10:21:04.040-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Wow, blogger.com went and got all fancy on me. I am surprised I figured out my way around! :P No, I am not quite that bad.....It is official, my summer break is here. I wrote my final, final :P on Saturday, and I think I did well. Now, I am free from 'that' school until September. I know it may sound strange but I feel somewhat weird without having something to study for. It has been about a </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5265459/posts/default/108419886404030972'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5265459/posts/default/108419886404030972'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pixieshine.blogspot.com/2004_05_01_archive.html#108419886404030972' title=''/><author><name>Megan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16483287687165504226</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5265459.post-108384624057249989</id><published>2004-05-06T08:24:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-05-06T10:03:06.950-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I wish I knew why I am such a wuss. This summer I need to work on being able to stand up for myself. It makes me sick when I think about how much people walk all over me.   Summer goal #1 - Become a bitch in situations when bitchy-like qualities are needed. </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5265459/posts/default/108384624057249989'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5265459/posts/default/108384624057249989'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pixieshine.blogspot.com/2004_05_01_archive.html#108384624057249989' title=''/><author><name>Megan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16483287687165504226</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5265459.post-108359651563489995</id><published>2004-05-03T11:01:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-05-03T11:07:11.623-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Alright, as we all know.....there is another Meaghan...Meaghan Whelan. And yes, she is nice, cute, funny, has a wonderful name, etc. But I would like to let you all know that we are serperate people. When we go to bed at night we have different beds, when we shower it is at different times. Don't get me wrong if I am being compared to anyone, Meaghan is a good pick but just remember we are not </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5265459/posts/default/108359651563489995'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5265459/posts/default/108359651563489995'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pixieshine.blogspot.com/2004_05_01_archive.html#108359651563489995' title=''/><author><name>Megan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16483287687165504226</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5265459.post-108351438645387111</id><published>2004-05-02T12:13:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-05-02T12:17:20.856-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>It is so appropriate that on my blog website there is an ad for the collection of Dawsons Creek DVDs. Blogger really does know me well....</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5265459/posts/default/108351438645387111'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5265459/posts/default/108351438645387111'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pixieshine.blogspot.com/2004_05_01_archive.html#108351438645387111' title=''/><author><name>Megan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16483287687165504226</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5265459.post-108335046247187343</id><published>2004-04-30T14:41:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-04-30T14:45:14.000-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Current conditions in Halifax- 25 and sunny! I have steaks marinating, beer soon to be in the fridge, and friends on their way. I hope this evening goes as well as I am anticipating. Also, I surprisingly enjoy Avril's new song. Its one that you just want to blare for everyone to hear. </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5265459/posts/default/108335046247187343'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5265459/posts/default/108335046247187343'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pixieshine.blogspot.com/2004_04_01_archive.html#108335046247187343' title=''/><author><name>Megan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16483287687165504226</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5265459.post-108312014817126583</id><published>2004-04-27T22:42:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-04-27T22:51:53.623-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Last night I had my staff party and if it is a prediction of the summer, it is going to be a good one. Everyone went to the dome but prior to that the other Meaghan and I had a few drinks (thanks Craig) at EastSides and then headed out. The doubles flowed so nicely throughout the evening, providing me with almost the perfect drunk level.Oh, I am so excited that the summer is here! :) </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5265459/posts/default/108312014817126583'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5265459/posts/default/108312014817126583'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pixieshine.blogspot.com/2004_04_01_archive.html#108312014817126583' title=''/><author><name>Megan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16483287687165504226</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5265459.post-108285269692440754</id><published>2004-04-24T20:24:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-04-24T20:29:01.060-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Being finished my exams has made me more busy with a social life (who would have thought?!?) then before with studying for exams. I am sure this is only temporary and soon I will have lots of time to blog, and watch Dawsons Creek. :)</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5265459/posts/default/108285269692440754'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5265459/posts/default/108285269692440754'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pixieshine.blogspot.com/2004_04_01_archive.html#108285269692440754' title=''/><author><name>Megan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16483287687165504226</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5265459.post-108251407589896825</id><published>2004-04-20T22:21:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-04-21T08:21:59.250-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>The funniest joke when I was a smile child:(best typo ever-  smile = small in this post.....sorry guys, my brain is fried!)Knock knockWho's there?MadameMadame who?'Mydamn' foot is stuck in the door open up!</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5265459/posts/default/108251407589896825'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5265459/posts/default/108251407589896825'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pixieshine.blogspot.com/2004_04_01_archive.html#108251407589896825' title=''/><author><name>Megan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16483287687165504226</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5265459.post-108239470205006200</id><published>2004-04-19T13:11:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-04-21T08:21:26.543-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>The exam previously mentioned is finally over. It feels like everytime I come out of an exam the weight on my shoulders is 10 pounds lighter. (Not 11 or 9, but 10).  I only have two finals left and then I am free, FREE I TELL YOU. Well until Friday when I start my intersession course. I do not think I have had a rambling entry on here before, it's kinda nice to just let my fingers go. :PI am </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5265459/posts/default/108239470205006200'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5265459/posts/default/108239470205006200'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pixieshine.blogspot.com/2004_04_01_archive.html#108239470205006200' title=''/><author><name>Megan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16483287687165504226</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5265459.post-108215596089720324</id><published>2004-04-16T18:52:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-04-16T18:56:34.750-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Its Friday nightAnd its almost 8pmI have an exam in the morningAnd I am home alone studyingListening to the Backstreet BoysWhile eating a grilled cheeseIn my PjsHelp.....</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5265459/posts/default/108215596089720324'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5265459/posts/default/108215596089720324'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pixieshine.blogspot.com/2004_04_01_archive.html#108215596089720324' title=''/><author><name>Megan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16483287687165504226</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5265459.post-108211569608333991</id><published>2004-04-16T07:41:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-04-16T07:45:28.670-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I am sending out some mad props to M squared. This is from both the Megans!:)</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5265459/posts/default/108211569608333991'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5265459/posts/default/108211569608333991'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pixieshine.blogspot.com/2004_04_01_archive.html#108211569608333991' title=''/><author><name>Megan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16483287687165504226</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5265459.post-108186066390919225</id><published>2004-04-13T08:51:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-04-13T08:54:52.466-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Just in case word has not gotten around, John Stamos is getting seperated from his wife. Since I was a child I have had the biggest crush on this man. But I still have some challenges ahead to be with him:A) He has no idea I exsist and he lives in L.A.B) He is the lovely age of 40, and I am 22.C) I am not quite up to par with his ex.D) Me being a waitress/student may damper the mood.I </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5265459/posts/default/108186066390919225'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5265459/posts/default/108186066390919225'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pixieshine.blogspot.com/2004_04_01_archive.html#108186066390919225' title=''/><author><name>Megan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16483287687165504226</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5265459.post-108178814029544197</id><published>2004-04-12T12:42:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-04-12T19:17:47.500-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I went home for Easter and caught up with my old friend Matt. I posted about him a while ago about him being my Dawson in life from Dawson's Creek if I were Joey Potter. He read this post lately, and he disagrees with this theory of mine. But as it turns out he even has a Creek in his back yard. Regardless of what he says, he is Dawson Leary. </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5265459/posts/default/108178814029544197'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5265459/posts/default/108178814029544197'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pixieshine.blogspot.com/2004_04_01_archive.html#108178814029544197' title=''/><author><name>Megan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16483287687165504226</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5265459.post-108142339612237523</id><published>2004-04-08T07:23:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-04-08T07:27:30.950-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Exams start in a few days so I apologize now to everyone for my lack of happy moods in the next couple of weeks. Stress and I just do not know how to get along very well. I also have to decide what I want to do with the rest of my life today. Good times :( Wish me luck!</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5265459/posts/default/108142339612237523'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5265459/posts/default/108142339612237523'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pixieshine.blogspot.com/2004_04_01_archive.html#108142339612237523' title=''/><author><name>Megan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16483287687165504226</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5265459.post-108125061234493062</id><published>2004-04-06T07:23:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-04-06T07:30:37.420-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I don't know where to go from here?The less or more often taken path</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5265459/posts/default/108125061234493062'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5265459/posts/default/108125061234493062'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pixieshine.blogspot.com/2004_04_01_archive.html#108125061234493062' title=''/><author><name>Megan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16483287687165504226</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5265459.post-108111805117042921</id><published>2004-04-04T18:34:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-04-04T18:37:48.606-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Over the past weekend some strange things happened:1) A boy followed me home from school and asked me out. I had to then tell him how to get back to school where his CAR is, so he could get home safely.2) I waited on an eight year old girl, and a nine year old boy at work. They were there ALONE, meanwhile their parents were at a fancy restaurant. Approaching the end of the meal they made me </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5265459/posts/default/108111805117042921'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5265459/posts/default/108111805117042921'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pixieshine.blogspot.com/2004_04_01_archive.html#108111805117042921' title=''/><author><name>Megan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16483287687165504226</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5265459.post-108083042750873567</id><published>2004-04-01T09:40:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-04-02T17:53:15.576-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>The sun is shining, the birds are singing. It is such a beautiful day! I cannot wait until the summer is here to enjoy everything I do not have time for right now. This morning when I woke up, tired and grumpy turned into the best mood I have experienced in months. Who knew a nice day could do so much!?! When happy, everything looks so wonderful, I can really appreciate my great roommates, </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5265459/posts/default/108083042750873567'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5265459/posts/default/108083042750873567'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pixieshine.blogspot.com/2004_04_01_archive.html#108083042750873567' title=''/><author><name>Megan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16483287687165504226</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5265459.post-108066181382974141</id><published>2004-03-30T10:50:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-03-30T10:53:57.700-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>An interesting poem I received today~Fuck The Boyz!!! We like them, but do they like us? The ones who always make us fuss  They never stop in and we wonder why We stress, we bitch, we sometimes cry."Guys are assholes!" we always say. ButYet their stupid games we always play.One day this, one day that.  So we turn to food which makes us fat. Then they complain we're putting on weight </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5265459/posts/default/108066181382974141'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5265459/posts/default/108066181382974141'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pixieshine.blogspot.com/2004_03_01_archive.html#108066181382974141' title=''/><author><name>Megan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16483287687165504226</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5265459.post-108052021949776292</id><published>2004-03-28T19:30:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-03-28T20:32:55.000-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>This afternoon I awoke from a nap because I thought of something I forgot to do. My license expired on my birthday and was supposed to get it renewed. Hopefully the repercussions of my forgetfulness will be limited.Does anyone know anything about this?</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5265459/posts/default/108052021949776292'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5265459/posts/default/108052021949776292'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pixieshine.blogspot.com/2004_03_01_archive.html#108052021949776292' title=''/><author><name>Megan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16483287687165504226</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5265459.post-108022836212764370</id><published>2004-03-25T10:26:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-03-25T10:29:27.030-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>It is sad but true but the novelty of having a blog is starting to wear off. I am very impressed with my fellow bloggers who have kept up with it for a year or more. Hopefully I will gain back some of my spunk and keep on blogging.Over and out....</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5265459/posts/default/108022836212764370'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5265459/posts/default/108022836212764370'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pixieshine.blogspot.com/2004_03_01_archive.html#108022836212764370' title=''/><author><name>Megan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16483287687165504226</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5265459.post-108013509511717984</id><published>2004-03-24T08:31:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-03-24T22:36:31.436-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Tomorrow is my birthday as most of you know, but it almost feels surreal. It JUST feels like I turned 21, and I was complaining about it being my last birthday to look forward to because I was then legal to drink in the States.Now I do feel somewhat melancholy, I am leaving my adolescence behind, and I believe my adulthood may be here. </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5265459/posts/default/108013509511717984'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5265459/posts/default/108013509511717984'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pixieshine.blogspot.com/2004_03_01_archive.html#108013509511717984' title=''/><author><name>Megan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16483287687165504226</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5265459.post-108006854808293680</id><published>2004-03-23T14:02:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-03-23T14:05:49.890-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Do you ever feel like things are going almost too well and something HAS to come along and spoil it for you? That is how I am feeling right now, it seems that I am in TOO good of a position right now with quite a few things and that scares me. Perhaps it is because last year around this same time my life was pretty miserable and now I am making up for it. I am not sure the reasoning behind all of</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5265459/posts/default/108006854808293680'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5265459/posts/default/108006854808293680'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pixieshine.blogspot.com/2004_03_01_archive.html#108006854808293680' title=''/><author><name>Megan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16483287687165504226</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5265459.post-107996908501996319</id><published>2004-03-22T10:24:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-03-22T10:49:38.856-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>My birthday celebrations last weekend went very well I must say. Thursday I went out and got a little too tipsy at the lovely Oasis. (Thanks for helping me out later on Meaghan)Then on Saturday the celebration was even better. It was the first time I had ever been to the Velvet Olive, and it made me feel somewhat like Sarah Jessica Parker in Sex and the City. I kept calling myself Carrie </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5265459/posts/default/107996908501996319'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5265459/posts/default/107996908501996319'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pixieshine.blogspot.com/2004_03_01_archive.html#107996908501996319' title=''/><author><name>Megan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16483287687165504226</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5265459.post-107962206520364922</id><published>2004-03-18T10:01:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-03-18T10:05:02.013-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I just want to give a SHOUT OUT to my roommate Jordan, today is his 22nd birthday.Have a good one buddy!And HAHA, you have to wait until I get home tonight to get your gifts!</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5265459/posts/default/107962206520364922'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5265459/posts/default/107962206520364922'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pixieshine.blogspot.com/2004_03_01_archive.html#107962206520364922' title=''/><author><name>Megan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16483287687165504226</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5265459.post-107946990090229481</id><published>2004-03-16T15:45:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-03-17T12:18:21.356-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>In preperation for my birthday I usually know of many things I want. But this year I am out. Yes, I want some stuff but its things like a car, a new computer, etc. I do not think anyone I know likes me that much right now.  :OOnly 9 more days until I am 22...Wowzers! (Do 22 year olds say wowzers? Oh dear, I have so much to worry about)</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5265459/posts/default/107946990090229481'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5265459/posts/default/107946990090229481'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pixieshine.blogspot.com/2004_03_01_archive.html#107946990090229481' title=''/><author><name>Megan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16483287687165504226</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5265459.post-107935961410436525</id><published>2004-03-15T09:06:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-03-15T09:10:05.060-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I just realized today how far I am into my second semester and do you know what that means? SUMMER ~ WOO HOO! I really cannot wait for it this year, it seems like my year has just dragged on with so much stress involved. A little over a month and I am outta there........ :) Summer to do list:Work my ass off and make good moneySpend more time with my friendsGo to the beach moreBecome a </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5265459/posts/default/107935961410436525'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5265459/posts/default/107935961410436525'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pixieshine.blogspot.com/2004_03_01_archive.html#107935961410436525' title=''/><author><name>Megan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16483287687165504226</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5265459.post-107913434849671719</id><published>2004-03-12T18:32:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-03-15T09:10:22.670-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>My intentions were to nap for about an hour or so this afternoon, an hour turns into three and my goodish mood turns bad. What to do? I am supposed to go out tonight?!?! Turn on the song by En Vogue - Whats it gonna be? What a pick-me-upper! Try it....</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5265459/posts/default/107913434849671719'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5265459/posts/default/107913434849671719'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pixieshine.blogspot.com/2004_03_01_archive.html#107913434849671719' title=''/><author><name>Megan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16483287687165504226</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5265459.post-107893399829104001</id><published>2004-03-10T10:53:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-03-10T10:56:22.093-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I have a small dilemma, I have recently purchased a new pair of sunglasses but I think they are 'too cool' for me. I see people wearing sunglasses like these all the time, you know the J-lo like ones.....and it makes them look kinda snotty...I don't want this, I just want to protect my eyes from the sun AND look just the right amount of cool.What to do?!?</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5265459/posts/default/107893399829104001'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5265459/posts/default/107893399829104001'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pixieshine.blogspot.com/2004_03_01_archive.html#107893399829104001' title=''/><author><name>Megan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16483287687165504226</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5265459.post-107876056518949481</id><published>2004-03-08T10:42:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-03-08T10:45:46.483-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I wish that prior to going to class I knew if anything productive was going to be done. I am a student that cannot skip class without feeling guilty. But if I knew nothing was going to be done that day I would have no problems staying at home and enjoying some free time. Here's my theory - Profs should rate their classes on an importance scale from one to five. If it is a five day you MUST show</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5265459/posts/default/107876056518949481'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5265459/posts/default/107876056518949481'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pixieshine.blogspot.com/2004_03_01_archive.html#107876056518949481' title=''/><author><name>Megan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16483287687165504226</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5265459.post-107867413703737218</id><published>2004-03-07T10:42:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-03-07T14:00:58.403-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Children ~ lately I have been on a major kick.I am not quite sure why this is, but I want one. I know I am not ready for it by any means; financially, emotionally, boyfriendally :P But I guess this is a sign I am growing up, and I cannot imagine when I get into that stage of my life. So many things to come, a house, a marriage, children..... *gasp*</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5265459/posts/default/107867413703737218'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5265459/posts/default/107867413703737218'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pixieshine.blogspot.com/2004_03_01_archive.html#107867413703737218' title=''/><author><name>Megan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16483287687165504226</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5265459.post-107841065672343935</id><published>2004-03-04T09:30:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-03-04T09:33:52.826-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I am just wondering how others feel when is comes to dating the opposite sex? I am the type that needs looks to catch my eye, and then a personality to make me stick around...I know this does not make me THAT shallow, but how much emphasis should I really put on looks? Do I belong in a kiddy pool because I am so shallow? or is everyone else in there with me?</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5265459/posts/default/107841065672343935'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5265459/posts/default/107841065672343935'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pixieshine.blogspot.com/2004_03_01_archive.html#107841065672343935' title=''/><author><name>Megan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16483287687165504226</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5265459.post-107824091239923633</id><published>2004-03-02T10:21:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-03-02T10:24:46.013-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>On my way to work yesterday I ran into my accounting prof and it was really odd. I never think that teachers have lives outside of school, I assume that after they leave class they go live in a little closet or something doing work all the time. We proceeded on talking about our weekends, so I assumed it was open game to settle something I had been curious about. You see my prof looks like she is</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5265459/posts/default/107824091239923633'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5265459/posts/default/107824091239923633'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pixieshine.blogspot.com/2004_03_01_archive.html#107824091239923633' title=''/><author><name>Megan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16483287687165504226</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5265459.post-107815679512734042</id><published>2004-03-01T10:59:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-03-01T11:03:43.640-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Yesterday I realized something about myself and I was shocked. Through my body language and something I said a girl read me on a level I did not mean to show. It is hard to explain without getting too personal but I am still shocked and I wonder how many other people can read me. Can you?</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5265459/posts/default/107815679512734042'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5265459/posts/default/107815679512734042'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pixieshine.blogspot.com/2004_03_01_archive.html#107815679512734042' title=''/><author><name>Megan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16483287687165504226</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5265459.post-107798135841196944</id><published>2004-02-28T10:15:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-02-28T13:34:14.543-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>The funniest thing happened to me this morning. I had to come to school today and write my accounting exam, while waiting in the morning I sat at a table on the fourth floor. But I guess it was a well disguised info booth because everyone kept asking me questions. Words of advice for you - when trying to cram DO NOT sit at an open table. You are just asking for trouble!</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5265459/posts/default/107798135841196944'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5265459/posts/default/107798135841196944'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pixieshine.blogspot.com/2004_02_01_archive.html#107798135841196944' title=''/><author><name>Megan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16483287687165504226</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5265459.post-107792406796253524</id><published>2004-02-27T18:21:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-02-27T18:24:24.310-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Tomorrow is my last midterm of the week. And then, finally then my stress level will have gone down. Then, NO MORE POSTS about exams....woo hoo! Sometimes I get the urge to put more personal posts on here, but then I remember EVERYONE can read this....so I hold back.Perhaps I should start a hand written diary for all my nasty posts! ;)</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5265459/posts/default/107792406796253524'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5265459/posts/default/107792406796253524'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pixieshine.blogspot.com/2004_02_01_archive.html#107792406796253524' title=''/><author><name>Megan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16483287687165504226</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5265459.post-107780694006535460</id><published>2004-02-26T09:49:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-02-26T09:51:46.653-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Having a blog kinda makes me realize just how uneventful my life is. I read other blogs and they are full of life adventures, and thrill. Meanwhile I blog about writing exams.....I know, I know they are all I have happening right now but it kinda bums me out. After exams I think.......no wait.....I think it will be time not to think and do something completely out of control. Something more </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5265459/posts/default/107780694006535460'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5265459/posts/default/107780694006535460'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pixieshine.blogspot.com/2004_02_01_archive.html#107780694006535460' title=''/><author><name>Megan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16483287687165504226</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5265459.post-107775392345595703</id><published>2004-02-25T19:05:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-02-25T19:08:37.950-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>My economics midterm is over and now it is up to the kind hearted soul marking it. It was an exam that you wrote and have no idea how you did. I am just hoping for something above a 5-0.......oh the stress of school.When will the summer be here again?</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5265459/posts/default/107775392345595703'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5265459/posts/default/107775392345595703'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pixieshine.blogspot.com/2004_02_01_archive.html#107775392345595703' title=''/><author><name>Megan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16483287687165504226</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5265459.post-107749183776818327</id><published>2004-02-22T18:17:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-02-22T18:19:59.983-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>On a happy note, this girl does not have to go to school tomorrow. :) Now, please, I just need one more day of cancelled classes and I can miss a midterm.......just one more....come on mother nature!</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5265459/posts/default/107749183776818327'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5265459/posts/default/107749183776818327'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pixieshine.blogspot.com/2004_02_01_archive.html#107749183776818327' title=''/><author><name>Megan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16483287687165504226</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5265459.post-107738093441323905</id><published>2004-02-21T11:28:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-02-21T11:31:34.890-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Today is my third day in my appt without leaving and I think I am going to go NUTS. I have heard the rumour that there is going to be yet another curfew tonight...so here I am in my house.....still.......twiddling my thumbs, and trying to get some studying completed.  Wish me luck!</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5265459/posts/default/107738093441323905'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5265459/posts/default/107738093441323905'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pixieshine.blogspot.com/2004_02_01_archive.html#107738093441323905' title=''/><author><name>Megan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16483287687165504226</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5265459.post-107729595509767145</id><published>2004-02-20T11:52:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-02-20T11:55:14.610-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Just in case anyone is wondering I made it out alive. 93 cm of snow later, it may be cold and snowy but I think it is finally over. I believe it that Halifax has never seen anything like that before. It looked and sounded like my appt building was going to fall over. As my roomies said it is a Winter Juanderland!</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5265459/posts/default/107729595509767145'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5265459/posts/default/107729595509767145'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pixieshine.blogspot.com/2004_02_01_archive.html#107729595509767145' title=''/><author><name>Megan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16483287687165504226</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5265459.post-107707839404867190</id><published>2004-02-17T23:26:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-02-21T11:28:01.373-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>My roommate Meaghan and I have a tradition of going out for a couple pitchers of beer and go to a movie. This evening Shanna and Gillian also joined us on our adventure. On this adventure our servers name was Brownie, and the more beer we drank the funnier it became. ANYWAY, he approached our table and asked if we wanted anything but he noticed he had interrupted me. He said he would come back </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5265459/posts/default/107707839404867190'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5265459/posts/default/107707839404867190'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pixieshine.blogspot.com/2004_02_01_archive.html#107707839404867190' title=''/><author><name>Megan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16483287687165504226</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5265459.post-107702852201449041</id><published>2004-02-17T09:35:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-02-17T11:04:35.950-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Today I was supposed to try the spray on tan thing at the mall. But after waking up numerous times from having nightmares about being multi-colored, people laughing at me, etc because of my horrible tan...... I have decided to rethink my decision. Here is to being puke white forever. *cheers*</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5265459/posts/default/107702852201449041'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5265459/posts/default/107702852201449041'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pixieshine.blogspot.com/2004_02_01_archive.html#107702852201449041' title=''/><author><name>Megan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16483287687165504226</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5265459.post-107682997787502614</id><published>2004-02-15T02:26:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-02-15T02:28:49.856-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Weakerthans - Left and LeavingMy city's still breathing (but barely it's true)through buildings gone missing like teeth.The sidewalks are watching me think about you,all sparkled with broken glass.I'm back with scars to show.Back with the streets I know.They never take me anywhere but here.Those stains in the carpet, this drink in my hand,these strangers whose faces I know.We meet here</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5265459/posts/default/107682997787502614'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5265459/posts/default/107682997787502614'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pixieshine.blogspot.com/2004_02_01_archive.html#107682997787502614' title=''/><author><name>Megan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16483287687165504226</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5265459.post-107668221357189176</id><published>2004-02-13T09:23:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-02-13T21:35:59.373-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>HAPPY FRIDAY THE 13TH!!!!For a day that is supposed to be so bad, I surely woke up in a chipper mood. (Knock on wood) Lets hope it continues....</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5265459/posts/default/107668221357189176'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5265459/posts/default/107668221357189176'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pixieshine.blogspot.com/2004_02_01_archive.html#107668221357189176' title=''/><author><name>Megan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16483287687165504226</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5265459.post-107664743080258718</id><published>2004-02-12T23:43:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-02-12T23:46:19.873-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>This is a happy post just for Alex. Thanks for the fun night Meaghan, Alex, and Matt. :) We should do it again sometime soon!</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5265459/posts/default/107664743080258718'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5265459/posts/default/107664743080258718'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pixieshine.blogspot.com/2004_02_01_archive.html#107664743080258718' title=''/><author><name>Megan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16483287687165504226</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5265459.post-107655644700425074</id><published>2004-02-11T22:27:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-02-11T22:29:54.716-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>My thoughts on Valentines Day-Love may be beautiful, love may be bliss But I only slept with you, because I was pissedRoses are red, violets are blue, sugar is sweet, and so are you. But the roses are wilting, the violets are dead, the sugar bowl's empty and so is your head.Kind, intelligent, loving and hot; This describes everything you are not.I will stop now, I think you get the </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5265459/posts/default/107655644700425074'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5265459/posts/default/107655644700425074'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pixieshine.blogspot.com/2004_02_01_archive.html#107655644700425074' title=''/><author><name>Megan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16483287687165504226</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5265459.post-107653911571237120</id><published>2004-02-11T17:38:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-02-11T17:41:03.013-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Today, my friend Meaghan and I were mistaken for Asians because we were walking so close together, and giggling. Asians are always happy, didn't you know?!?</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5265459/posts/default/107653911571237120'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5265459/posts/default/107653911571237120'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pixieshine.blogspot.com/2004_02_01_archive.html#107653911571237120' title=''/><author><name>Megan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16483287687165504226</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5265459.post-107647308600494011</id><published>2004-02-10T23:18:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-02-10T23:20:32.560-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I came to a realization the other night. I think we have all had All Dressed flavoured chips. But when you think about it, they have no taste of ketchup, salt &amp; vinegar, etc. Only HOOOOOOOT BBQ, so from now on I think that is what we should call them. Just a thought?!?</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5265459/posts/default/107647308600494011'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5265459/posts/default/107647308600494011'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pixieshine.blogspot.com/2004_02_01_archive.html#107647308600494011' title=''/><author><name>Megan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16483287687165504226</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5265459.post-107645643263714212</id><published>2004-02-10T18:40:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-02-10T18:42:58.640-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I am so tired right now, I really do not know what is wrong with me. It feels somewhat like someone hit me with a bus, and not just your average sized bus, but the monster of all buses. My body hurts, my brain hurts, oh how I need spring break to be here now. A whole day of nothing I think is what this girl needs........</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5265459/posts/default/107645643263714212'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5265459/posts/default/107645643263714212'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pixieshine.blogspot.com/2004_02_01_archive.html#107645643263714212' title=''/><author><name>Megan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16483287687165504226</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5265459.post-107635216075643429</id><published>2004-02-09T13:42:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-02-10T07:00:36.576-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Spread the word there is going to be a new blog out there. Graeme Pass, the one and only has joined the club. Visit, www.beastman.blogspot.com :)</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5265459/posts/default/107635216075643429'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5265459/posts/default/107635216075643429'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pixieshine.blogspot.com/2004_02_01_archive.html#107635216075643429' title=''/><author><name>Megan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16483287687165504226</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5265459.post-107634325644933000</id><published>2004-02-09T11:14:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-02-09T11:23:42.356-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>This post is for my good pal Charles aka Chuck who is moving to Georgia tomorrow. You are going to be very missed. I will not make another cookie without you.......(well atleast for a while). I will hopefully see you this summer....You are missed already.....always remember your pizza/salad trainee!</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5265459/posts/default/107634325644933000'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5265459/posts/default/107634325644933000'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pixieshine.blogspot.com/2004_02_01_archive.html#107634325644933000' title=''/><author><name>Megan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16483287687165504226</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5265459.post-107624973225512921</id><published>2004-02-08T09:15:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-02-08T09:17:55.403-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>The most disturbing headline EVER......'Baby dies after second head removed'. There was actually a baby born with two heads, and while the one head was breast feeding, the other would move too. This boggles my mind.....</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5265459/posts/default/107624973225512921'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5265459/posts/default/107624973225512921'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pixieshine.blogspot.com/2004_02_01_archive.html#107624973225512921' title=''/><author><name>Megan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16483287687165504226</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5265459.post-107624739501783243</id><published>2004-02-08T08:36:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-02-08T08:38:57.826-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Waking up to Mr. Robotic man makes you wanna buy a gun. Damn 80's at 8......</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5265459/posts/default/107624739501783243'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5265459/posts/default/107624739501783243'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pixieshine.blogspot.com/2004_02_01_archive.html#107624739501783243' title=''/><author><name>Megan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16483287687165504226</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5265459.post-107616359978279602</id><published>2004-02-07T09:19:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-02-07T09:22:21.610-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Turns out that combination is not so bad. - The drink I made which consisted of Kahlua and chocolate milk is fantastic. All you taste is the chocolate milk goodness.. :) -- I believe the highlight of the party I was at, was my friend showing me his *ghetto booty* and telling me why it was not that great is because he did not have the proper pants on. Imagine a grown man dancing on a </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5265459/posts/default/107616359978279602'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5265459/posts/default/107616359978279602'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pixieshine.blogspot.com/2004_02_01_archive.html#107616359978279602' title=''/><author><name>Megan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16483287687165504226</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5265459.post-107611456038545996</id><published>2004-02-06T19:42:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-02-06T19:45:01.250-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Here is to Friday nights with good friends, freshly baked cookies, kahlua, and smarties that taste like sundae flavours. I will let you know how this combination works tomorrow. </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5265459/posts/default/107611456038545996'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5265459/posts/default/107611456038545996'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pixieshine.blogspot.com/2004_02_01_archive.html#107611456038545996' title=''/><author><name>Megan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16483287687165504226</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5265459.post-107607372528104586</id><published>2004-02-06T08:22:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-02-06T08:30:52.170-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Last night this post made more sense in my head but here goes....I was laying bed watching the Dawsons Creek episodes I had taped the day before. (I know, I know) and I found that my teenage experience was somewhat similar to those of Capeside. No, my dad was not arrested for drugs, or did my friend drown who fell in a lake when drunk, but I think all teenagers experience the same emotions. I </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5265459/posts/default/107607372528104586'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5265459/posts/default/107607372528104586'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pixieshine.blogspot.com/2004_02_01_archive.html#107607372528104586' title=''/><author><name>Megan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16483287687165504226</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5265459.post-107607245358015184</id><published>2004-02-06T08:00:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-02-06T08:28:38.796-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I just woke up and I remember small pieces of the weirdest dream. - I lived next to a v. cute guy.- We ended up trapped in his house.- They had a silent doorbell, where only a small red light went off. - I let people in without asking the guy, and they were 'bad' guys.- There was gun fire and then the guys ended up exploding and I got bloody. Ew.- Tried to shower but the house turned into </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5265459/posts/default/107607245358015184'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5265459/posts/default/107607245358015184'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pixieshine.blogspot.com/2004_02_01_archive.html#107607245358015184' title=''/><author><name>Megan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16483287687165504226</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5265459.post-107603362632565706</id><published>2004-02-05T21:13:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-02-05T21:16:06.186-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Do you ever look at someone, someone you have never seen before and they look so much like you, that it creeps you out? Tonight, on my way home on the bus a girl had so many of my facial features, like my eyes, and the bump in my nose. Maybe I have a twin out there? Everyone keep your fingers crossed... :P</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5265459/posts/default/107603362632565706'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5265459/posts/default/107603362632565706'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pixieshine.blogspot.com/2004_02_01_archive.html#107603362632565706' title=''/><author><name>Megan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16483287687165504226</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5265459.post-107600785939782977</id><published>2004-02-05T14:04:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-02-05T14:06:39.000-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Having to be at school for 12 hours in one day.....should be illegal! *sigh*</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5265459/posts/default/107600785939782977'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5265459/posts/default/107600785939782977'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pixieshine.blogspot.com/2004_02_01_archive.html#107600785939782977' title=''/><author><name>Megan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16483287687165504226</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5265459.post-107592468931512904</id><published>2004-02-04T14:58:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-02-04T15:11:12.716-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Are you sick of your winamp skipping to songs you don't like? Well, do I have a solution for you?!? I tried to sound as much like a commercial as possible. In case you are wondering..... alldanzradio.com you can pick any kind of music you would like to listen to, including the old you forgot, and the new you are not cool enough to have yet. Check it out!</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5265459/posts/default/107592468931512904'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5265459/posts/default/107592468931512904'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pixieshine.blogspot.com/2004_02_01_archive.html#107592468931512904' title=''/><author><name>Megan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16483287687165504226</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5265459.post-107591766700216405</id><published>2004-02-04T13:01:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-02-04T13:03:25.280-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I have something that bothers me, REALLY BOTHERS ME ACTUALLY..... how people put others down to make themselves feel better. I just do not witness this, but I experience it as well. And if you, and I think you know who you are think I cannot see through what you are doing I can. Wow this is a cranky post, for a chipper girl......</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5265459/posts/default/107591766700216405'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5265459/posts/default/107591766700216405'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pixieshine.blogspot.com/2004_02_01_archive.html#107591766700216405' title=''/><author><name>Megan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16483287687165504226</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5265459.post-107483065328137903</id><published>2004-01-22T23:04:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-01-22T23:06:14.873-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Today, even though I was at school for 12 hours, I had a relatively good day. Prior to my night class I had some time to kill and was inspired by Pixiesparkle to clean out my old emails. I stumbled over some emails from old flings and decided hey, what the hell I am going to email them. One replied within hours, telling me I am the greatest surprise he has had in a while, the other we are yet to </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5265459/posts/default/107483065328137903'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5265459/posts/default/107483065328137903'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pixieshine.blogspot.com/2004_01_01_archive.html#107483065328137903' title=''/><author><name>Megan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16483287687165504226</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5265459.post-107480137988271046</id><published>2004-01-22T14:56:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-01-22T15:30:57.373-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Alright, I think it is time...I have not posted since in June. I know, I know my life is rather dull though....but I could have posted something!! I am not going to give a catch up on everything in this post. I am just going to say that hopefully I am back for good this time....I would like to have this to look back on in years to come! :)</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5265459/posts/default/107480137988271046'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5265459/posts/default/107480137988271046'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pixieshine.blogspot.com/2004_01_01_archive.html#107480137988271046' title=''/><author><name>Megan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16483287687165504226</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5265459.post-95257628</id><published>2003-06-03T18:52:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-06-03T18:52:50.086-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>One question, When did Jewel become a slut? Check out her new video, it is DirRty</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5265459/posts/default/95257628'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5265459/posts/default/95257628'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pixieshine.blogspot.com/2003_06_01_archive.html#95257628' title=''/><author><name>Megan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16483287687165504226</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5265459.post-95257581</id><published>2003-06-03T18:51:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-06-03T18:55:22.000-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I missed the final episode of Dawsons Creek and I was wondering if anyone knows of a time it will be on or if they taped it. I am dissapointed that I missed the death of Jenn and marriage of Pacey and Joey. I have been awaiting the finale since Junior High.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5265459/posts/default/95257581'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5265459/posts/default/95257581'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pixieshine.blogspot.com/2003_06_01_archive.html#95257581' title=''/><author><name>Megan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16483287687165504226</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5265459.post-92928534</id><published>2003-04-20T08:52:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-04-20T08:53:31.000-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I went home for a couple days because of the long, holiday weekend. My family had to hide eggs for all of the small children in my family. What I do not get is when I was small they hid real eggs, the hard-boiled kind. Do you really think I wanted to find an egg I colored the night before?? NO! Now the children get plastic eggs with treats inside.....just when I become too old. Now that is poopy!</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5265459/posts/default/92928534'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5265459/posts/default/92928534'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pixieshine.blogspot.com/2003_04_01_archive.html#92928534' title=''/><author><name>Megan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16483287687165504226</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5265459.post-92695862</id><published>2003-04-16T00:32:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-04-16T00:32:47.950-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>This note is for my friend PixieSparkle, she comes home in 10 days from her work term and I just wanted to let her know how excited I am.......the countdown is on.......</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5265459/posts/default/92695862'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5265459/posts/default/92695862'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pixieshine.blogspot.com/2003_04_01_archive.html#92695862' title=''/><author><name>Megan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16483287687165504226</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5265459.post-92695798</id><published>2003-04-16T00:31:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-04-16T00:31:47.590-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I have a friend on MSN, who works as an air traffic controller. Tonight his name is *working the midnight shift, but I will be on icq*. It is good to know what he will be doing, while directing which planes fly where or should I say into what...</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5265459/posts/default/92695798'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5265459/posts/default/92695798'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pixieshine.blogspot.com/2003_04_01_archive.html#92695798' title=''/><author><name>Megan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16483287687165504226</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5265459.post-92317688</id><published>2003-04-09T17:59:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-04-09T17:59:41.263-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I have no idea how I am supposed to use this thing, but it already seems cool! I can let you in on what is new and hip! ;)</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5265459/posts/default/92317688'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5265459/posts/default/92317688'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pixieshine.blogspot.com/2003_04_01_archive.html#92317688' title=''/><author><name>Megan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16483287687165504226</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd: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>
