<?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-5057028</id><updated>2011-04-21T16:23:01.369-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Pure and Simple Craziness</title><subtitle type='html'>One girl's crazy life of being a music major. Family, boy and music problems.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweetnote.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5057028/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweetnote.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Marissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12022102174171448846</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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>9</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5057028.post-110774939735822627</id><published>2005-02-06T20:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-02-06T21:09:57.360-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>So yet another semester has started. I've pretty much decided that I'm never graduating. Ever. I'll just be a professional student. =) The semester isn't going too bad so far. Most of my classes are a lot easier than what I thought that they were going to be. I'm taking music history 4, concert band, conducting, arts and sciences and lessons.  The A&amp;S class is worth 4 credit hours and is soooo </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5057028/posts/default/110774939735822627'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5057028/posts/default/110774939735822627'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweetnote.blogspot.com/2005_02_06_archive.html#110774939735822627' title=''/><author><name>Marissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12022102174171448846</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5057028.post-110247673752285207</id><published>2004-12-07T20:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-12-07T20:32:17.523-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>*stretching* Damn, today was a long day. But it will be the last long day in quite awhile.  Well a good month, anyway. Maybe more, who knows. I need a break. Like, a true and honest break.  I'm just.... I'm tired. Tired of working and not getting anywhere. Tired of waking up in the morning and practicing and knowing that no matter how much I practice and how much music I listen to, it's just not </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5057028/posts/default/110247673752285207'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5057028/posts/default/110247673752285207'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweetnote.blogspot.com/2004_12_05_archive.html#110247673752285207' title=''/><author><name>Marissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12022102174171448846</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5057028.post-107929841228989196</id><published>2004-03-14T14:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-03-14T14:10:02.293-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>*stretching* I can't believe that the school year is almost completely done. I mean, it's already March. We have, like, one and a half months left. It's ridiculous. This semester has just gone so fast. I think it's mostly due to my lack of being around. We had three weeks of school and than the wind band went do to convention down in columbus one week, a full week of class, then Brian and I </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5057028/posts/default/107929841228989196'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5057028/posts/default/107929841228989196'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweetnote.blogspot.com/2004_03_14_archive.html#107929841228989196' title=''/><author><name>Marissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12022102174171448846</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5057028.post-106740199921554449</id><published>2003-10-28T21:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-10-28T21:33:26.390-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>What a crazy week. I swear. There was a concert on Monday and I've been super Betty Crocker since Sunday. The SAI (Sigma Alpha Iota) Mits (members in training) decided that it would be a wonderful idea to sell cookies for our fundraiser. Fine, whatever. Seven people, it'll take no time to whip up a ton of cookies. Yeah, right. The first night we did it, there was 4 of us cooking like fiends. Then</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5057028/posts/default/106740199921554449'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5057028/posts/default/106740199921554449'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweetnote.blogspot.com/2003_10_26_archive.html#106740199921554449' title=''/><author><name>Marissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12022102174171448846</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5057028.post-106695513586192015</id><published>2003-10-23T17:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-10-23T17:25:35.813-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>*yawning* Wow, it's been forever since I blogged. It's a new school year, which means new classes, new people and new problems. *sigh* I swear, the craziness never ends. The first week of school I had, like, two classes a day, now it's so insane. On Mondays and Wednesdays, I'm done between 3 and 4, on Tuesdays I'm done at 6:30, Thursdays at 10:30 and fridays at 1. And all that is without </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5057028/posts/default/106695513586192015'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5057028/posts/default/106695513586192015'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweetnote.blogspot.com/2003_10_19_archive.html#106695513586192015' title=''/><author><name>Marissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12022102174171448846</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5057028.post-93617252</id><published>2003-05-01T14:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-05-01T14:25:20.583-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>  Guy with girlfriend? Yup, totally has girlfriend, now. It's me. =) So, we've been together for about 2 and a half months and I enjoy spending time with him so much. I always get these major doubts about him when he's not around. Like, should I really be dating him? Can I really balance him, practicing and school work without toppling over? If it was just him and school work, everything would be</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5057028/posts/default/93617252'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5057028/posts/default/93617252'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweetnote.blogspot.com/2003_04_27_archive.html#93617252' title=''/><author><name>Marissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12022102174171448846</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5057028.post-89462610</id><published>2003-02-20T16:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-02-21T13:40:19.000-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Guy with girlfriend? Totally no longer has a girlfriend. I totally like him, but we're not bf and gf yet. I kinda feel like rebound girl, but I've never been this happy before. I totally enjoy hanging out with him. * sigh* I'm just afraid he's going to take my heart and totally rip it in two. I just have a feeling about him, though. Like he's going to be seriously important to me. I don't know. </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5057028/posts/default/89462610'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5057028/posts/default/89462610'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweetnote.blogspot.com/2003_02_16_archive.html#89462610' title=''/><author><name>Marissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12022102174171448846</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5057028.post-89339636</id><published>2003-02-18T17:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-02-18T17:55:13.190-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>This whole not understanding guys thing keeps getting bigger and bigger. Okay, guy with girlfriend, totally likes hanging out with me. Like, he came to school just because I wanted to go to lunch with him. Well, first there was this whole big ordeal with me, the guitar professor, him and the telephone. I pretty much morphed into drama queen right on the spot. See, I'm supposed to go to lunch with</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5057028/posts/default/89339636'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5057028/posts/default/89339636'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweetnote.blogspot.com/2003_02_16_archive.html#89339636' title=''/><author><name>Marissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12022102174171448846</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5057028.post-89216732</id><published>2003-02-16T20:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-02-16T20:05:58.243-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>You know, I don't understand guys. Period. I mean, really, do they like to make things complicated or what? At the beginning of this semester, I was talk to this cool, totally gorgeous, sweet, caring guy. We had a lot fun, flirting, hanging out, the whole nine yards. He decides that he's not ready for a relationship. Whatever, he was in a very serious relationship and was engaged and they called </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5057028/posts/default/89216732'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5057028/posts/default/89216732'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweetnote.blogspot.com/2003_02_16_archive.html#89216732' title=''/><author><name>Marissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12022102174171448846</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd: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>
