<?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-6204534</id><updated>2011-04-21T16:02:29.701-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Jackie. Extraordinaire!</title><subtitle type='html'>Do you wonder, like Him, where everything important to Those with lovely psuedonyms reside while They rest from the rigours of those fantastic acrobatic crouches, showing every sunset at midnight? Consider your own Goldfish Pond of Divine Intervention.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jackiepantaloons.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6204534/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jackiepantaloons.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6204534/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>jackiepantaloons</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16130617145272667974</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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>208</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6204534.post-6852831733541540983</id><published>2007-09-06T15:10:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-09-07T00:23:15.236-06:00</updated><title type='text'>The Beginning of the End</title><summary type='text'>There's light at the end of the tunnel, finally. Yesterday, I began my last semester as a university student. Only a few short months and five classes stand between me and graduation - and my entry into the so-called "real world." Lots of people keep asking me what I'm going to do, and I can never give them a straight answer because in all honesty, I don't have much of an idea of what comes next.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6204534/posts/default/6852831733541540983'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6204534/posts/default/6852831733541540983'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jackiepantaloons.blogspot.com/2007/09/beginning-of-end.html' title='The Beginning of the End'/><author><name>jackiepantaloons</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16130617145272667974</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6204534.post-8758729239438203969</id><published>2007-08-03T15:03:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-08-03T15:04:19.448-06:00</updated><title type='text'>A Wedding Update</title><summary type='text'>It occurred to me a few moments ago that in this blog - the blog which is supposed to chronicle the major events of my life - I haven't mentioned anything about Scott's and my impending wedding for nearly a year! I thought now might be a good time for un update, since we recently "celebrated" what I had confusingly dubbed our "negative first anniversary." That is, we have officially passed the </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6204534/posts/default/8758729239438203969'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6204534/posts/default/8758729239438203969'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jackiepantaloons.blogspot.com/2007/08/wedding-update.html' title='A Wedding Update'/><author><name>jackiepantaloons</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16130617145272667974</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6204534.post-4909230849176278466</id><published>2007-07-14T18:45:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-07-14T19:55:22.753-06:00</updated><title type='text'>A Wilderness Adventure!</title><summary type='text'>It's time to find some adventure in the Great Outdoors! Let's go!Peekaboo! I see you!All these rock formations are neat!Wait a minute... where are we anyway?Oh no! We're lost!Looks like we're going to have to survive here on our own. Let's take a lookout to see if we can find any shelter!Just more and more rocks...Wait! Here's a nice cozy cave!Hm... maybe it's a little snug for the both of us... </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6204534/posts/default/4909230849176278466'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6204534/posts/default/4909230849176278466'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jackiepantaloons.blogspot.com/2007/07/wilderness-adventure.html' title='A Wilderness Adventure!'/><author><name>jackiepantaloons</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16130617145272667974</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FdS2G2dpfKE/RplusS0juFI/AAAAAAAAAAM/tvygQh2n1DU/s72-c/DSCN0303.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6204534.post-7487266292019618897</id><published>2007-05-15T22:45:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-05-15T22:46:33.662-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Daily Horoscope</title><summary type='text'>This was my horoscope today on my Google Toolbar:Pisces: Concerns about financial issues are bothering you and making you restless. Broken promises and delays in expectable income are only making it worse. It seems that nothing is going as you expected, but soon all the matters that are concerning you will be resolved by themselves.How fitting, considering the events that transpired today - but I</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6204534/posts/default/7487266292019618897'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6204534/posts/default/7487266292019618897'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jackiepantaloons.blogspot.com/2007/05/daily-horoscope.html' title='Daily Horoscope'/><author><name>jackiepantaloons</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16130617145272667974</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6204534.post-5875911228161749394</id><published>2007-04-03T22:22:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-04-03T22:21:52.954-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Sigh... Must Be Tuesday</title><summary type='text'>I have this thing - it's been going on for several years - where I have lousy Tuesdays. Like Arthur Dent from the Hitchhiker's Guide to the Galaxy who "never could get the hang of Thursdays," I don't ever seem to manage to get through an entire Tuesday without something going slightly wrong. Now, this isn't to say that I'm immune to misfortune during the other days of the week. For example, the </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6204534/posts/default/5875911228161749394'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6204534/posts/default/5875911228161749394'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jackiepantaloons.blogspot.com/2007/04/sigh-must-be-tuesday.html' title='Sigh... Must Be Tuesday'/><author><name>jackiepantaloons</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16130617145272667974</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6204534.post-3406203948964051976</id><published>2007-03-24T12:11:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-03-24T12:11:49.676-06:00</updated><title type='text'>What I've Learned About Rats</title><summary type='text'>Recently, for an independent study at school, I've been doing some research at the Canadian Centre for Behavioural Neuroscience (CCBN) at the U of L.And it's really, really cool. I get to give nicotine to rats!Truth be told, I'm not actually positive what the experiment is about - I'm doing the middle stage of it, and I'm not exactly sure what happened at the beginning. The point is though, that </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6204534/posts/default/3406203948964051976'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6204534/posts/default/3406203948964051976'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jackiepantaloons.blogspot.com/2007/03/what-ive-learned-about-rats.html' title='What I&apos;ve Learned About Rats'/><author><name>jackiepantaloons</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16130617145272667974</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6204534.post-2018327255079742081</id><published>2007-03-14T14:26:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2007-03-14T14:26:18.200-06:00</updated><title type='text'>I Believe In the One True God: Google</title><summary type='text'>Our Google, who art in cyberspace,Hallowed be thy domain.Thy search to come,Thy results be done,On 127.0.0.1 as it is in the Googleplex.Give us this day our daily searches,And forgive us our spam,As we forgive those who spam against us.And lead us not into temptation,But deliver us from Microsoft.For thine is the search engine,And the power,And the glory,Forever and ever.Amen.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6204534/posts/default/2018327255079742081'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6204534/posts/default/2018327255079742081'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jackiepantaloons.blogspot.com/2007/03/i-believe-in-one-true-god-google.html' title='I Believe In the One True God: Google'/><author><name>jackiepantaloons</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16130617145272667974</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6204534.post-5133841239902761561</id><published>2007-02-24T17:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-02-24T17:20:51.301-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Joke of the Day!</title><summary type='text'>I read this in Maxim a few days ago:A dog, a cat, and a penis are talking to each other. The dog complains about his master, "My master is awful to me! He makes me go out into the yard, dig around in the dirt and do my business in front of everyone!" The cat looks at him and says, "You think you've got it bad? You've got a whole yard to work with, but my master only lets me do my business in a </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6204534/posts/default/5133841239902761561'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6204534/posts/default/5133841239902761561'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jackiepantaloons.blogspot.com/2007/02/joke-of-day.html' title='Joke of the Day!'/><author><name>jackiepantaloons</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16130617145272667974</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6204534.post-8744006578802972865</id><published>2007-02-08T15:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-02-08T15:41:15.188-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Growing Up Sucks</title><summary type='text'>I'm not going to make any bones about my purpose here: I want a self-esteem boost. Humour me. I'm feeling rather low today.What has brought about this uncharacteristic melancholy, you ask? I have suddenly and unexpectedly been instilled with the Fear. No, I'm not pregnant - I should be more specific. What I have contracted is the University Student Fear which can be summed up in one succinct </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6204534/posts/default/8744006578802972865'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6204534/posts/default/8744006578802972865'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jackiepantaloons.blogspot.com/2007/02/im-not-going-to-make-any-bones-about-my.html' title='Growing Up Sucks'/><author><name>jackiepantaloons</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16130617145272667974</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6204534.post-2603967785742462192</id><published>2006-12-19T19:57:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2006-12-19T19:57:35.051-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Coolest Internet Thingamajig EVER</title><summary type='text'>My siblings are officially proven wrong. The math says I'm hot.Just find a decent, front-facing picture of yourself and stick it into the program to find out which celebrities you look like! You have to sign up first, but it's totally worth it! (And I don't think they send any junk anyway.)By the way, Elizabeth Hurley and Charlize Theron are both on my Top 5 list for hottest females.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6204534/posts/default/2603967785742462192'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6204534/posts/default/2603967785742462192'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jackiepantaloons.blogspot.com/2006/12/coolest-internet-thingamajig-ever.html' title='Coolest Internet Thingamajig EVER'/><author><name>jackiepantaloons</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16130617145272667974</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6204534.post-5344342356816111546</id><published>2006-12-15T11:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-12-15T11:19:26.335-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Poetry: Finale</title><summary type='text'>Just a couple I wrote a week or so back. It's true crap. Can anyone guess what my gripe was?Every class has its very own keenerIn class debates, you're certainly meanerBut my grades are still betterAn A plus is my letterAnd your envy's making you greenerShut up! You class know-it-allSucking up so your grades don't fallTeacher's little petBut I'm willing to betYou're the ONLY one you enthrall</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6204534/posts/default/5344342356816111546'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6204534/posts/default/5344342356816111546'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jackiepantaloons.blogspot.com/2006/12/poetry-finale.html' title='Poetry: Finale'/><author><name>jackiepantaloons</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16130617145272667974</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6204534.post-1579233890895424629</id><published>2006-11-28T20:24:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2006-11-28T20:24:56.852-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Poetry: Part Deux</title><summary type='text'>Just a few more expressions of my creative genius.I don't want to learn this crapThis class is a boredom trapBut if I pass the testThen I can restIf not, I'll probably snapThis course I'm taking is boringI'd be better off in bed, snoringCan't stay awakeBut grades are at stakeAnd high marks are not what I'm scoringI want to go home for a napDream I'm elsewhere on the mapWhere everyone's warmAnd </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6204534/posts/default/1579233890895424629'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6204534/posts/default/1579233890895424629'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jackiepantaloons.blogspot.com/2006/11/poetry-part-deux.html' title='Poetry: Part Deux'/><author><name>jackiepantaloons</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16130617145272667974</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6204534.post-1354737917505539517</id><published>2006-11-20T14:39:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2006-11-20T14:39:48.462-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Me: The Soundtrack</title><summary type='text'>Ever wonder what your life would look like as a Hollywood blockbuster? What kind of sountrack would "Me: The Movie" have? (Credit is due: this little piece of genius was first invented by Miko and passed along to me via Carling.)Opening Credits: The Woman in the Red Dress - The Matrix SoundtrackWaking Up: Wake Me Up When September Ends - Green DayAverage Day: Wish You Were Here - IncubusFirst </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6204534/posts/default/1354737917505539517'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6204534/posts/default/1354737917505539517'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jackiepantaloons.blogspot.com/2006/11/me-soundtrack.html' title='Me: The Soundtrack'/><author><name>jackiepantaloons</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16130617145272667974</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6204534.post-3629981721802645061</id><published>2006-11-15T18:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-11-15T18:40:22.617-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Why Do I Always Answer the Door?</title><summary type='text'>This is the question I always ask myself right as I'm turning the doorknob to my place in Lethbridge. My roommates usually don't have friends over, and my friends only come over when we're carpooling somewhere else. They never bother with the door; they just honk. When my doorbell rings in the middle of the afternoon, it's only ever for one reason: to convert the heathens within.In the space of </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6204534/posts/default/3629981721802645061'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6204534/posts/default/3629981721802645061'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jackiepantaloons.blogspot.com/2006/11/why-do-i-always-answer-door.html' title='Why Do I Always Answer the Door?'/><author><name>jackiepantaloons</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16130617145272667974</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6204534.post-116154166947962957</id><published>2006-10-22T12:22:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-11-15T17:16:49.454-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Scam-O-Rama!</title><summary type='text'>My personal motto: I'm book-smart, not actually smart.I demonstrated this with flair on Thursday afternoon, when I actually fell for one of those phone scams where they call you up, tell you that you've won a free trip, and can they please have your credit card number?I won't go into every single detail, but basically, I got a call starting with an automatic recording saying "You've won a free </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6204534/posts/default/116154166947962957'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6204534/posts/default/116154166947962957'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jackiepantaloons.blogspot.com/2006/10/scam-o-rama.html' title='Scam-O-Rama!'/><author><name>jackiepantaloons</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16130617145272667974</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6204534.post-116077495280457682</id><published>2006-10-13T15:24:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-11-15T17:16:49.299-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Poetry: The Food of Love</title><summary type='text'>Or, in my case, the poo of boredom.Here are a few limericks I wrote in class today.This class, it used to be coolOur prof, he wasn't a toolBut the lecturing startedAnd the fun was departedNow I don't want to come back to schoolMovies in class are greatYou get to watch animals mateOr you can sleepAnd dream really deepAs long as you keep sitting straightRight now I wish it was lunchAnd I had a </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6204534/posts/default/116077495280457682'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6204534/posts/default/116077495280457682'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jackiepantaloons.blogspot.com/2006/10/poetry-food-of-love.html' title='Poetry: The Food of Love'/><author><name>jackiepantaloons</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16130617145272667974</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6204534.post-115879643099346613</id><published>2006-09-20T17:47:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-11-15T17:16:49.195-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Dum, Dum, Da Dum!</title><summary type='text'>All right, all right! I've got it! People want to know!As many of you may have heard, I went and agreed to get myself hitched. :)Those of you who I don't ever speak to but you keep tabs on me through this blog (I don't believe there are many of you, but who knows) may well be a little surprised. Yes, I realize that I have not once ever mentioned having a boyfriend on this blog. I like to keep my </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6204534/posts/default/115879643099346613'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6204534/posts/default/115879643099346613'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jackiepantaloons.blogspot.com/2006/09/dum-dum-da-dum.html' title='Dum, Dum, Da Dum!'/><author><name>jackiepantaloons</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16130617145272667974</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6204534.post-115429701298574852</id><published>2006-07-30T15:58:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-11-15T17:16:49.101-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Worst Baby Names Ever</title><summary type='text'>I discovered this little web gem at work on Friday while I had absolutely nothing else to do. Instead of actually contributing to the well-being of the company and general national economy, I sat at my desk and laughed quietly for roughly six hours (I had to open mail and eat lunch for the other two). You wouldn't believe how quickly a day can pass if you have something as hilarious as this </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6204534/posts/default/115429701298574852'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6204534/posts/default/115429701298574852'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jackiepantaloons.blogspot.com/2006/07/worst-baby-names-ever.html' title='Worst Baby Names Ever'/><author><name>jackiepantaloons</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16130617145272667974</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6204534.post-115014809215500249</id><published>2006-06-12T15:33:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-11-15T17:16:48.999-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Stag Parties: Good Motivation For A Sex Change</title><summary type='text'>If anyone reading this was driving down McLeod Trail on Saturday night and had the great misfortune of being mooned by a short guy out the window of a Ford Expedition, I offer my apologies.If you had the greater misfortune of having that same short guy's ass cheeks pressed up against your driver's side window at a red light, I offer my apologies again. But I'm also laughing at you because there's</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6204534/posts/default/115014809215500249'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6204534/posts/default/115014809215500249'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jackiepantaloons.blogspot.com/2006/06/stag-parties-good-motivation-for-sex.html' title='Stag Parties: Good Motivation For A Sex Change'/><author><name>jackiepantaloons</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16130617145272667974</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6204534.post-114953979511414721</id><published>2006-06-05T14:35:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-11-15T17:16:48.887-07:00</updated><title type='text'>*Sock!* *Biff!* *Pow!*</title><summary type='text'>I always thought that being the youngest member and partial mistake of my family (my mom really was only planning on having one more of her spawn born) made my childhood a little difficult. It was rife with such cruel acts as name-calling and being left out of all the fun games because I was "too wussy," not to mention having my beloved stuffed animals stolen and mutilated on a daily basis. These</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6204534/posts/default/114953979511414721'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6204534/posts/default/114953979511414721'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jackiepantaloons.blogspot.com/2006/06/sock-biff-pow.html' title='*Sock!* *Biff!* *Pow!*'/><author><name>jackiepantaloons</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16130617145272667974</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6204534.post-114833133993517604</id><published>2006-05-22T14:52:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-11-15T17:16:48.777-07:00</updated><title type='text'>So... Bored...</title><summary type='text'>Once again, I must begin a post by apologising for my extended absence from the blog. This time, it wasn't so much that I've been too busy to write, but rather that I've been suffering from some fairly intense boredom. You'd think that suffering from intense boredom would increase my motivation to write (just for something to do), but sadly, that's not the case. When I spend my days lying on the </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6204534/posts/default/114833133993517604'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6204534/posts/default/114833133993517604'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jackiepantaloons.blogspot.com/2006/05/so-bored.html' title='So... Bored...'/><author><name>jackiepantaloons</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16130617145272667974</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6204534.post-114618614137724907</id><published>2006-04-27T19:01:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-11-15T17:16:48.668-07:00</updated><title type='text'>'Tis the Season for Eviction!</title><summary type='text'>You'll probably recall my eviction rant back in September when my asshole of a landlord decided it would be easier to kick my roommates and I out of the house than conduct a little pre-rental research and discover what landlords are and are not allowed to do once they've signed a contract. Back then, he had no legal grounds to actually give us the boot, but come February, he claimed to want to </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6204534/posts/default/114618614137724907'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6204534/posts/default/114618614137724907'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jackiepantaloons.blogspot.com/2006/04/tis-season-for-eviction.html' title='&apos;Tis the Season for Eviction!'/><author><name>jackiepantaloons</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16130617145272667974</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6204534.post-114559486420995581</id><published>2006-04-20T22:47:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-11-15T17:16:48.558-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Insomnia Adventures</title><summary type='text'>Ever see that creepy Robin Williams flick where he's an insomniac and goes around murdering people because he's got nothing better to do during the wee hours of the morning? I haven't actually seen it myself, but I hear that's what it's about, and that Robin Williams can be a really scary dude outside the realm of happy, Disney family films. If you're expecting to read on about interesting things</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6204534/posts/default/114559486420995581'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6204534/posts/default/114559486420995581'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jackiepantaloons.blogspot.com/2006/04/insomnia-adventures.html' title='Insomnia Adventures'/><author><name>jackiepantaloons</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16130617145272667974</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6204534.post-114516368110934153</id><published>2006-04-15T23:00:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-11-15T17:16:48.459-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Jobs Are In Season</title><summary type='text'>I like school. I like learning new things, I like random people telling me they're proud of me because I'm "doing something with my life," and I like partying a lot because that's just "what students do." My favourite thing about school though, is that it's a really fantastic excuse not to be employed. Students aren't really supposed to have jobs unless they're desperate; we're supposed focus all</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6204534/posts/default/114516368110934153'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6204534/posts/default/114516368110934153'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jackiepantaloons.blogspot.com/2006/04/jobs-are-in-season.html' title='Jobs Are In Season'/><author><name>jackiepantaloons</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16130617145272667974</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6204534.post-114316287152447708</id><published>2006-03-23T23:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-11-15T17:16:47.356-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Ultimate Survey</title><summary type='text'>You know those annoying forwarded surveys you get from your friends that clog up your inbox and that you feel obligated to answer because you were named one of the people "most likely respond"? This is one is so much better than those.I've been working on this baby for the better part of a year (seriously, I started in August), thinking up completely useless but nevertheless extremely interesting</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6204534/posts/default/114316287152447708'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6204534/posts/default/114316287152447708'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jackiepantaloons.blogspot.com/2006/03/ultimate-survey.html' title='The Ultimate Survey'/><author><name>jackiepantaloons</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16130617145272667974</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6204534.post-114154886821077478</id><published>2006-03-05T23:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-11-15T17:16:47.259-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Mormons: The Finale</title><summary type='text'>It's official. I'm going to hell.I recently had my third encounter with the Mormons here in Lethbridge, and it seems the more I see of them, the worse I sin, so I figure God might as well just get it over with and smite me now. To recap, the first time the Mormons came to visit, they were too polite and attractive for me to resist, so I ended up talking about Jesus and accepting a pamphlet from </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6204534/posts/default/114154886821077478'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6204534/posts/default/114154886821077478'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jackiepantaloons.blogspot.com/2006/03/mormons-finale.html' title='The Mormons: The Finale'/><author><name>jackiepantaloons</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16130617145272667974</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6204534.post-114111739018718420</id><published>2006-02-28T02:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-11-15T17:16:47.139-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Drink Up Me 'Earties, Yo Ho!</title><summary type='text'>This time, I have a somewhat good excuse for having not posted anything for eighteen days (apparently there have been complaints, which is actually rather flattering). Aside from my usual griping about exams that "come out of nowhere" (there were two) and my utter lack of social life (for once, completely fallacious), I just happened to be on my reading week break for the last ten days on a tiny </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6204534/posts/default/114111739018718420'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6204534/posts/default/114111739018718420'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jackiepantaloons.blogspot.com/2006/02/drink-up-me-earties-yo-ho.html' title='Drink Up Me &apos;Earties, Yo Ho!'/><author><name>jackiepantaloons</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16130617145272667974</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6204534.post-113955549213479906</id><published>2006-02-10T00:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-11-15T17:16:47.056-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My Tuition Dollars, Hard At Work</title><summary type='text'>Since escaping the social doom that was high school and coming to this enlightened land, University, I've learned to take life a little easier and worry less about the things that seem important but actually make me miserable. In a few syllables, mellow out. With mellowing out came the newfound ability to be somewhat spontaneous - something I don't think I'd ever tried before moving away from </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6204534/posts/default/113955549213479906'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6204534/posts/default/113955549213479906'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jackiepantaloons.blogspot.com/2006/02/my-tuition-dollars-hard-at-work.html' title='My Tuition Dollars, Hard At Work'/><author><name>jackiepantaloons</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16130617145272667974</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6204534.post-113886831395379417</id><published>2006-02-03T15:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-11-15T17:16:46.970-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Human Guinea Pig</title><summary type='text'>That's me all over. I volunteer for crazy, ultra-controversial scientific experiments - you know, the ones you read about in science journals? You're reading about me. :)Well, maybe they're not THAT nuts, and I don't think any of them are published quite yet. Last year, in my first-year psych course, I volunteered for a couple experiments to gain some extra credit (they boosted me to an A-) and </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6204534/posts/default/113886831395379417'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6204534/posts/default/113886831395379417'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jackiepantaloons.blogspot.com/2006/02/human-guinea-pig.html' title='The Human Guinea Pig'/><author><name>jackiepantaloons</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16130617145272667974</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6204534.post-113807320428599402</id><published>2006-01-23T20:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-11-15T17:16:46.886-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Blow Me Down!</title><summary type='text'>Ignore those fears of meteors and stop worrying about earthquakes. Forget about hurricanes and tornados entirely. Here in Lethbridge, we've got the pure essence of those disasters without all that "rain" and "debris" garbage that puff them up so much. We disregard all that extra crap and stick to the pure basics. When our public warning system sounds, it's not because Godzilla is on his latest </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6204534/posts/default/113807320428599402'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6204534/posts/default/113807320428599402'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jackiepantaloons.blogspot.com/2006/01/blow-me-down.html' title='Blow Me Down!'/><author><name>jackiepantaloons</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16130617145272667974</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6204534.post-113726638753977270</id><published>2006-01-14T12:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-11-15T17:16:46.804-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Mormons, Part Deux</title><summary type='text'>If there are two things in the world that we can always rely on, it's taxes and door-to-door missionaries. Yes, the Mormons came back to pay me a visit the other day, though I definitely handled it a little better this time 'round.Earlier this week, I was feeling a mite anxious because I'd neglected to come back from the lake until classes were already two days underway. Initially, I'd thought </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6204534/posts/default/113726638753977270'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6204534/posts/default/113726638753977270'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jackiepantaloons.blogspot.com/2006/01/mormons-part-deux.html' title='The Mormons, Part Deux'/><author><name>jackiepantaloons</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16130617145272667974</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6204534.post-113679223909035867</id><published>2006-01-09T00:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-11-15T17:16:46.703-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Good, Wholesome Holiday Fun</title><summary type='text'>Can someone please remind exactly why I decided it would be a good idea to work over the Christmas holidays? I'm supposed to be developing myself into some kind of psychological genius, yet I spend half my life making foolish decisions and the other half paying the consequences.I was very much not desperate for money over Christmas. I recently received a - if I do say so myself - rather hefty </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6204534/posts/default/113679223909035867'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6204534/posts/default/113679223909035867'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jackiepantaloons.blogspot.com/2006/01/good-wholesome-holiday-fun.html' title='Good, Wholesome Holiday Fun'/><author><name>jackiepantaloons</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16130617145272667974</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6204534.post-113558456481548310</id><published>2005-12-26T01:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-11-15T17:16:46.624-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Twelve Days of Christmas</title><summary type='text'>An original work by yours truly, though I might have ripped off the tune from our common favourite. :)On the first day of Christmas, I was meant to be:1. Hungover from a Christmas party.On the second day of Christmas, I was meant to be:2. Running out of cash1. And hungover from a Christmas party.On the third day of Christmas, I was meant to be:3. Lining up2. Running out of cash1. And hungover </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6204534/posts/default/113558456481548310'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6204534/posts/default/113558456481548310'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jackiepantaloons.blogspot.com/2005/12/twelve-days-of-christmas.html' title='The Twelve Days of Christmas'/><author><name>jackiepantaloons</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16130617145272667974</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6204534.post-113429078502709522</id><published>2005-12-11T01:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-11-15T17:16:46.536-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Genesis (But Not the One From Sega)</title><summary type='text'>Psych Fact-of-the-Day:For males, research shows there is a relationship between height and status. Presidents, major corporate heads, and military leaders all tend to be taller than average.In the beginning, there were stones and rocks of all shapes and sizes strewn about the earth and the LORD said "let there be games" and there were games. Adam did then grasp a stone in his hand and hurl it </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6204534/posts/default/113429078502709522'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6204534/posts/default/113429078502709522'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jackiepantaloons.blogspot.com/2005/12/genesis-but-not-one-from-sega.html' title='Genesis (But Not the One From Sega)'/><author><name>jackiepantaloons</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16130617145272667974</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6204534.post-113355601318514296</id><published>2005-12-02T12:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-11-15T17:16:46.439-07:00</updated><title type='text'>What Have I Done?</title><summary type='text'>Psych Fact-of-the-Day:People actually DON'T remember ads shown during violent or sexually explicit TV programs as well as ads shown during more neutral programs.Thanks goodness we're moving soon, after what I've done. Our home here in Lethbridge is doomed.It started this morning, when my pop culture class was cancelled, and I had the rare opportunity to sleep in on a Friday and get up at my own </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6204534/posts/default/113355601318514296'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6204534/posts/default/113355601318514296'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jackiepantaloons.blogspot.com/2005/12/what-have-i-done.html' title='What Have I Done?'/><author><name>jackiepantaloons</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16130617145272667974</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6204534.post-113322315096911581</id><published>2005-11-28T15:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-11-15T17:16:46.352-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Sure, Some Lube Would Be Great</title><summary type='text'>Psych Fact-of-the-Day:Charity in the United States broken down by race: Whites give more to animals, the environment, and emergency personnel (police, fire fighters, etc.); Blacks give more to homeless/hungry groups, minority rights, and religious institutions; Asians give more to museums and other artistic and cultural institutions; Hispanics give more to immigrants and foreigners in other </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6204534/posts/default/113322315096911581'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6204534/posts/default/113322315096911581'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jackiepantaloons.blogspot.com/2005/11/sure-some-lube-would-be-great.html' title='Sure, Some Lube Would Be Great'/><author><name>jackiepantaloons</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16130617145272667974</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6204534.post-113248697320581521</id><published>2005-11-20T04:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-11-15T17:16:46.269-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Oh, Bad Lord</title><summary type='text'>Psych Fact-of-the-Day: Participants in an experiment who were expecting to receive electric shocks preferred to wait their turns with others also expecting the same fate. What's more, these people still preferred that company over others who had already been shocked and could offer words of comfort, saying it wasn't so bad. The psychologists who conducted this experiment proved that misery </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6204534/posts/default/113248697320581521'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6204534/posts/default/113248697320581521'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jackiepantaloons.blogspot.com/2005/11/oh-bad-lord.html' title='Oh, Bad Lord'/><author><name>jackiepantaloons</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16130617145272667974</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6204534.post-113073846530628046</id><published>2005-10-30T23:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-11-15T17:16:46.171-07:00</updated><title type='text'>RIP(ped) On Halloween</title><summary type='text'>Psych Fact-of-the-Day:Women are far better than men at perceiving and transmitting non-vocal forms of communication with one important exception: lying. Women are notoriously lousy at detecting deception from other people!I've always found it a little ironic that my two favourite holidays are Christmas and Halloween. I mean, on one end of the spectrum, you have nice, wholesome Christmas, when the</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6204534/posts/default/113073846530628046'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6204534/posts/default/113073846530628046'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jackiepantaloons.blogspot.com/2005/10/ripped-on-halloween.html' title='RIP(ped) On Halloween'/><author><name>jackiepantaloons</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16130617145272667974</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6204534.post-113054445848430839</id><published>2005-10-28T18:12:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-11-15T17:16:46.068-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I Can SO Be a Failure!</title><summary type='text'>Psych Fact-of-the-Day:Statistics show that attractive people are generally thought of as more honest than unattractive people. They're also paid more on average and receive shorter sentences when convicted of felonies."I can SO be a failure!" were the words I uttered yesterday during lunch, and they were promptly followed by a very odd, awkward silence.Which, of course, got me thinking.But let's </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6204534/posts/default/113054445848430839'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6204534/posts/default/113054445848430839'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jackiepantaloons.blogspot.com/2005/10/i-can-so-be-failure.html' title='I Can SO Be a Failure!'/><author><name>jackiepantaloons</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16130617145272667974</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6204534.post-112918431567952613</id><published>2005-10-13T00:22:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-11-15T17:16:45.960-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Bad News</title><summary type='text'>Psych Fact-of-the-Day:There was a study was conducted using Hong Kong students who were fluent in both Chinese and English where the researchers separated the students into 2 groups and asked them to answer one question: "Who am I?" The students in the group that answered in English described themselves in terms of personal traits and differentiations from others, whereas the students in the </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6204534/posts/default/112918431567952613'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6204534/posts/default/112918431567952613'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jackiepantaloons.blogspot.com/2005/10/bad-news.html' title='Bad News'/><author><name>jackiepantaloons</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16130617145272667974</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6204534.post-112881290543946299</id><published>2005-10-08T17:08:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-11-15T17:16:45.872-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Give Thanks</title><summary type='text'>Psych Fact-of-the-Day:A pathologist won the Nobel Prize awhile ago for proving that stomach ulcers aren't the result of over-active acid production in the stomach (usually attributed to high stress), but actually occur because of a bacterial infection. To prove his hypothesis, the pathologist took the stomach contents of a person who'd already died from stomach ulcers, mixed them up in a blender,</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6204534/posts/default/112881290543946299'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6204534/posts/default/112881290543946299'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jackiepantaloons.blogspot.com/2005/10/give-thanks.html' title='Give Thanks'/><author><name>jackiepantaloons</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16130617145272667974</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6204534.post-112832458895233583</id><published>2005-10-03T01:34:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-11-15T17:16:45.777-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Triple Threat Weekend</title><summary type='text'>Psych Fact-of-the-Day:People naturally tend to assume that others are truthful with them even though it's well-known that everyone uses deception on an everyday basis. What's more, is that a person who has been deceived will persist in believing the deceiver is being honest even after he/she is confronted with hard evidence that he/she has been lied to!Oh, how I cherish the return of my social </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6204534/posts/default/112832458895233583'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6204534/posts/default/112832458895233583'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jackiepantaloons.blogspot.com/2005/10/triple-threat-weekend.html' title='Triple Threat Weekend'/><author><name>jackiepantaloons</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16130617145272667974</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6204534.post-112789282229833341</id><published>2005-09-28T01:38:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-11-15T17:16:45.679-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Hannaford Renting Curse Continues</title><summary type='text'>Psych Fact-of-the-Day:Implicit, cultural beliefs on the influence of birth order on individuals' personalities actually have a strong effect on those people's personalities. First-borns tend to be intelligent, responsible, obedient, stable, and unemotional. Middle-borns tend to be caring, friendly, outgoing, and thoughtful. Last-borns tend to be creative, emotional, disobedient, and </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6204534/posts/default/112789282229833341'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6204534/posts/default/112789282229833341'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jackiepantaloons.blogspot.com/2005/09/hannaford-renting-curse-continues.html' title='The Hannaford Renting Curse Continues'/><author><name>jackiepantaloons</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16130617145272667974</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6204534.post-112764069880414107</id><published>2005-09-25T03:36:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-11-15T17:16:45.588-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Rock, Paper, Scissors!</title><summary type='text'>Psych Fact-of-the-Day:Get a piece of paper and follow these instructions.Pick a number between 1 and 9 and write it down. Subtract 5. Multiply the new number by 3. Now square it. Add the digits of this number until you reach a single digit number (ie - if your number is 49, then 4 + 9 = 13 and 1 + 3 = 4). If the new number is less than 5, then add 5. If it's more than 5, subtract 4. Double the </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6204534/posts/default/112764069880414107'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6204534/posts/default/112764069880414107'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jackiepantaloons.blogspot.com/2005/09/rock-paper-scissors.html' title='Rock, Paper, Scissors!'/><author><name>jackiepantaloons</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16130617145272667974</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6204534.post-112712121700076712</id><published>2005-09-19T03:17:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-11-15T17:16:45.499-07:00</updated><title type='text'>...Surprise!</title><summary type='text'>Psych Fact-of-the-Day:If you wake up (let's say) half an hour before your alarm clock goes off and you feel completely conscious, it'll actually be better for you to get up rather than go back to sleep for that last half-hour. You've likely just finished a sleep-cycle and if you go back to sleep, it will be much harder to drag yourself out of bed part-way through the next cycle.Since I started </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6204534/posts/default/112712121700076712'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6204534/posts/default/112712121700076712'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jackiepantaloons.blogspot.com/2005/09/surprise.html' title='...Surprise!'/><author><name>jackiepantaloons</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16130617145272667974</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6204534.post-112676778074479461</id><published>2005-09-15T13:07:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-11-15T17:16:45.396-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Restaurant Curse</title><summary type='text'>Psych Fact-of-the-Day:Statistically, men touch women more than women touch men. Perverts. (snicker)I seem to be having a string of bad luck when it comes to the service industry these days. Any time I have an encounter with a waiter or waitress, my wishes are completely ignored. I'm not quite sure what to make of it, except that maybe I've got a wee bit of a curse over my head.My first day back </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6204534/posts/default/112676778074479461'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6204534/posts/default/112676778074479461'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jackiepantaloons.blogspot.com/2005/09/restaurant-curse.html' title='Restaurant Curse'/><author><name>jackiepantaloons</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16130617145272667974</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6204534.post-112632712696696333</id><published>2005-09-09T22:42:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-11-15T17:16:45.312-07:00</updated><title type='text'>So Many Choices!</title><summary type='text'>Psych Fact-of-the-Day:Children who come from non-expressive families actually tend to be better at understanding others' non-verbal communications.(It figures, the day I finally post something saying that I'm having technical problems with my internet, I somehow manage to fix the damn thing. Oh well. I think I'd much rather have my computer back.)I have so much to write about, and only one post </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6204534/posts/default/112632712696696333'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6204534/posts/default/112632712696696333'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jackiepantaloons.blogspot.com/2005/09/so-many-choices.html' title='So Many Choices!'/><author><name>jackiepantaloons</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16130617145272667974</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6204534.post-112628634574235569</id><published>2005-09-09T11:15:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-11-15T17:16:45.217-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Network Apologises</title><summary type='text'>Erm... Sorry.I've been experiencing some SEVERE technical difficulties with my internet connection as of late, and I haven't been able to post for a while. I probably won't be able to post for a while yet, either, which is annoying. Trust me, there's a whole swack of stuff I want to tell you all about, but I just can't get it done from my home computer right now. (If you're curious, I'm writing </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6204534/posts/default/112628634574235569'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6204534/posts/default/112628634574235569'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jackiepantaloons.blogspot.com/2005/09/network-apologises.html' title='The Network Apologises'/><author><name>jackiepantaloons</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16130617145272667974</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6204534.post-112470438867612774</id><published>2005-08-22T03:53:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-11-15T17:16:45.112-07:00</updated><title type='text'>No Wonder I'm Taking Psych</title><summary type='text'>These last couple weeks haven't been very normal for me. I may seem perfectly fine on the outside, but I was always a pretty decent actress. In my head, things have gone a bit wonky. Again.I hasn't been all that long since the last time I felt like this. At the end of last semester, you'll remember I self-diagnosed myself with Seasonal Affected Disorder (SAD) after I realized that I hadn't seen </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6204534/posts/default/112470438867612774'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6204534/posts/default/112470438867612774'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jackiepantaloons.blogspot.com/2005/08/no-wonder-im-taking-psych.html' title='No Wonder I&apos;m Taking Psych'/><author><name>jackiepantaloons</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16130617145272667974</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6204534.post-112354593873658146</id><published>2005-08-08T18:05:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-11-15T17:16:45.006-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Last Week = "Huh? Wha...?"</title><summary type='text'>So, I WAS planning on writing this big long post about the rest of my time in the Shuswap with my family, but shortly after arriving home, I realized that nothing much happened during the entire trip. Really. Here it is in summary:1) On the drive out, Nockle and I followed a truck with 3 young guys in it who held up a sign to us that said "Show us your boobs!" The "O"s in "boobs" even had nipples</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6204534/posts/default/112354593873658146'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6204534/posts/default/112354593873658146'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jackiepantaloons.blogspot.com/2005/08/last-week-huh-wha.html' title='Last Week = &quot;Huh? Wha...?&quot;'/><author><name>jackiepantaloons</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16130617145272667974</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6204534.post-112232860953230808</id><published>2005-07-25T15:56:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-11-15T17:16:44.928-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Deep Breath In and: Aaahhh...</title><summary type='text'>It seems to be a law of nature that if I'm looking forward to a nice, relaxing week in my parents' new cabin out at Shuswap lake, I have to balance it with a truly horrendous week at work right before I leave.Normally, I would go into some flying text-rage and recount every last detail of every last event, but seeing as I really can't muster the energy to raise my blood pressure that much, I </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6204534/posts/default/112232860953230808'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6204534/posts/default/112232860953230808'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jackiepantaloons.blogspot.com/2005/07/deep-breath-in-and-aaahhh.html' title='Deep Breath In and: Aaahhh...'/><author><name>jackiepantaloons</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16130617145272667974</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6204534.post-112165736997273647</id><published>2005-07-17T21:29:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-11-15T17:16:44.832-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Potter-mania Strikes Again!</title><summary type='text'>Oh, my goodness! I hadn't realized how much time had gone by since my last post! More than 2 weeks... deplorable. I offer my sincere apologies to all of you. That is, if you even care. :)So I got my Harry Potter and the Half-Blood Prince book yesterday - and finished it in one go. It was actually much easier to do than I expected it to be. What can I say? When you have a story as interesting and </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6204534/posts/default/112165736997273647'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6204534/posts/default/112165736997273647'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jackiepantaloons.blogspot.com/2005/07/potter-mania-strikes-again.html' title='Potter-mania Strikes Again!'/><author><name>jackiepantaloons</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16130617145272667974</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6204534.post-112020032811415351</id><published>2005-07-01T00:48:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-11-15T17:16:44.745-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Some Useful Tips</title><summary type='text'>After a particularly gruelling week on cash, I've decided it might be helpful to compile a small list of guidelines for customers when they're coming to buy liquor in my store. I might add more later on, so keep checking.1. If you were born after 1979, don't be surprised or pissed off if I ask you for ID. It means you're 25 or under. There's a damn good chance I'm going to ask you for it.2. If </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6204534/posts/default/112020032811415351'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6204534/posts/default/112020032811415351'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jackiepantaloons.blogspot.com/2005/07/some-useful-tips.html' title='Some Useful Tips'/><author><name>jackiepantaloons</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16130617145272667974</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6204534.post-111993096985000686</id><published>2005-06-27T21:59:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-11-15T17:16:44.665-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Look Into the Crystal Ball...</title><summary type='text'>I'm going to warn you right off the bat here: If you haven't read every one of the Harry Potter books and retained most of the information within them, you're not going to understand 3/4 of this post.I'm a ridiculous Harry Potter fan. I've been counting the hours for the past couple years until the next book comes out, and now that we've got less than 3 weeks left before July 16th, I'm getting </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6204534/posts/default/111993096985000686'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6204534/posts/default/111993096985000686'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jackiepantaloons.blogspot.com/2005/06/look-into-crystal-ball.html' title='Look Into the Crystal Ball...'/><author><name>jackiepantaloons</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16130617145272667974</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6204534.post-111947177802308131</id><published>2005-06-22T14:22:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-11-15T17:16:44.578-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A Week's Worth...</title><summary type='text'>...of events all crammed into one day at work.Well, that's Tuesday for you.Let me tell you about my day yesterday, because - for once - it wasn't a complete bore.I got up at a leisurely pace, taking a good long hour to keep hitting my snooze button. I had to face the fact that I was really just kidding myself when I thought I would be capable of getting up before noon. Ha ha...I did the morning </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6204534/posts/default/111947177802308131'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6204534/posts/default/111947177802308131'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jackiepantaloons.blogspot.com/2005/06/weeks-worth.html' title='A Week&apos;s Worth...'/><author><name>jackiepantaloons</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16130617145272667974</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6204534.post-111882195427354794</id><published>2005-06-15T01:55:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-11-15T17:16:44.490-07:00</updated><title type='text'>No Boys Allowed!</title><summary type='text'>What's the best way to spend a night with the girls? A lot of ladies would say that heading to some glitzy bar looking like a million bucks and dancing the night away would rank right up there, but I beg to differ. Bars always end up costing way too much money for a night of sub-par excitement. Besides paying $7.00 for cover, drinks these days in Calgary bars are ridiculous. To this day, I have </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6204534/posts/default/111882195427354794'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6204534/posts/default/111882195427354794'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jackiepantaloons.blogspot.com/2005/06/no-boys-allowed.html' title='No Boys Allowed!'/><author><name>jackiepantaloons</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16130617145272667974</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6204534.post-111809566369146052</id><published>2005-06-06T16:55:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-11-15T17:16:44.408-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Chock-Full of Knowledge!</title><summary type='text'>(Sorry if my train of thought de-rails today. I'll try my best.)Even outside of school, I keep learning. I'm a proverb!Erm... yeah.Anyway, over the last few days, I've picked up some weird, random, interesting little bits of knowledge, like how John Wilkes Booth's brother once saved the life of Abraham Lincoln's son. How ironic is that? And also that the reason the 7UP symbol is a big red spot is</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6204534/posts/default/111809566369146052'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6204534/posts/default/111809566369146052'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jackiepantaloons.blogspot.com/2005/06/chock-full-of-knowledge.html' title='Chock-Full of Knowledge!'/><author><name>jackiepantaloons</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16130617145272667974</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6204534.post-111691198059616270</id><published>2005-05-23T23:22:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-11-15T17:16:44.324-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Grumble</title><summary type='text'>Hi there. Once again, it's been a big swack of time since I last posted. The short story is that there's been nothing to write about. Let's face it: I have no life. I go to work, I bitch about the new staff because they're all completely incompetent at everything they do (at least they get me off working cash though), I come home, and I do nothing. I've had only 1 bad customer, but it's not much </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6204534/posts/default/111691198059616270'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6204534/posts/default/111691198059616270'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jackiepantaloons.blogspot.com/2005/05/grumble.html' title='Grumble'/><author><name>jackiepantaloons</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16130617145272667974</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6204534.post-111596450714228981</id><published>2005-05-12T12:10:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-11-15T17:16:44.234-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Update #1 on the Work Front</title><summary type='text'>Erm... Sorry guys. I know it's been a long time since my last post (which Nockle was kind enough to remind me of... :/) but I've started on the work front again, so I've been busy. There's actually not a lot to say about work so far. I'm in the liquor store again with a slightly higher wage and a few unfamiliar faces, but nothing too drastic.Oh, I'll write about it anyway.My first day back was a </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6204534/posts/default/111596450714228981'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6204534/posts/default/111596450714228981'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jackiepantaloons.blogspot.com/2005/05/update-1-on-work-front.html' title='Update #1 on the Work Front'/><author><name>jackiepantaloons</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16130617145272667974</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6204534.post-111506736735661485</id><published>2005-05-02T14:58:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-11-15T17:16:44.146-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Aaahhh...</title><summary type='text'>That's the first thought that comes to my head when I wake up every morning. Reason? I can stretch out on my now-massive bed (it's a double!) and let the frame squeak all it wants because I have no more fear of waking up my roommate.Home. At last.That's right. Unlike last year where I bitched endlessly about school until the last days of June, (at which point I had to take several weeks to </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6204534/posts/default/111506736735661485'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6204534/posts/default/111506736735661485'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jackiepantaloons.blogspot.com/2005/05/aaahhh.html' title='Aaahhh...'/><author><name>jackiepantaloons</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16130617145272667974</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6204534.post-111424397107027276</id><published>2005-04-23T02:13:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-11-15T17:16:44.064-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Rest Peacefully, Dana</title><summary type='text'>Dana was a young man I went to school with for the past several years who unfortunately passed away on Tuesday, much to the despair of those who knew him.Dana was actually quite a remarkable young man, able to form close bonds with everyone he knew - whether they were his most cherished friends or merely casual acquaintances. He always showed a maturity beyond his age, and had a friendly, </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6204534/posts/default/111424397107027276'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6204534/posts/default/111424397107027276'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jackiepantaloons.blogspot.com/2005/04/rest-peacefully-dana.html' title='Rest Peacefully, Dana'/><author><name>jackiepantaloons</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16130617145272667974</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6204534.post-111396628351819475</id><published>2005-04-19T21:06:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-11-15T17:16:41.211-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Plethora is Back</title><summary type='text'>Sorry that there's no Psych Fact-of-the-Day today, but seeing as classes have ended and I'm no longer learning things about psychology, it's kind of hard to come up with new ones. I suppose if I really wanted to, I could comb my textbook or look up new ones on the internet, but... well, I just don't want to. You can have more in September.So, lots of stuff happened since my last post. Lots and </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6204534/posts/default/111396628351819475'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6204534/posts/default/111396628351819475'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jackiepantaloons.blogspot.com/2005/04/plethora-is-back.html' title='The Plethora is Back'/><author><name>jackiepantaloons</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16130617145272667974</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6204534.post-111334527576681750</id><published>2005-04-12T16:38:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-11-15T17:16:41.124-07:00</updated><title type='text'>University Is a Place For Learning</title><summary type='text'>Psych Fact-of-the-Day:About 64% of all dreams are associated with sadness, anxiety, or anger, and only about 18% are associated with happiness. Hostile acts against the dreamer in his or her dreams outnumber friendly acts by more than 2 to 1, and only about 1% of dreams include sexual feelings or acts.Seeing as the school year is quickly coming to a close, I thought it would be nice to reflect on</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6204534/posts/default/111334527576681750'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6204534/posts/default/111334527576681750'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jackiepantaloons.blogspot.com/2005/04/university-is-place-for-learning.html' title='University Is a Place For Learning'/><author><name>jackiepantaloons</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16130617145272667974</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6204534.post-111299190307924559</id><published>2005-04-07T23:02:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-11-15T17:16:41.027-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I Like...</title><summary type='text'>Psych Fact-of-the-Day:There is a sleep condition called cataplexy in which people more-or-less enter REM sleep while they're still awake. This means that they lose all muscle tone all of a sudden and collapse to the floor. Because REM sleep is typically when people dream the most, these collapses are often accompanied by hallucinations and an irrational sense of terror. Ironically, these </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6204534/posts/default/111299190307924559'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6204534/posts/default/111299190307924559'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jackiepantaloons.blogspot.com/2005/04/i-like.html' title='I Like...'/><author><name>jackiepantaloons</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16130617145272667974</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6204534.post-111257891360284882</id><published>2005-04-03T19:45:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-11-15T17:16:40.927-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Down With Clothing!</title><summary type='text'>Psych Fact-of-the-Day:If you put someone in a room without any environmental cues as to what time it is, they generally fall asleep and wake up later each day because their circadian (daily) rhythms change to a 25-27 hour day.I went to my first official house party this weekend and what a party it was. A fantabulous time was had by all.Tiff put it on at his house with help from his roommates and </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6204534/posts/default/111257891360284882'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6204534/posts/default/111257891360284882'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jackiepantaloons.blogspot.com/2005/04/down-with-clothing.html' title='Down With Clothing!'/><author><name>jackiepantaloons</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16130617145272667974</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6204534.post-111224967043969808</id><published>2005-03-30T23:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-11-15T17:16:40.825-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Taking Back Control!</title><summary type='text'>Psych Fact-of-the-Day:The sexual position for female quadrapedal animals (animals that walk on 4 legs) is called lordosis. Just so you know.Did you know that one of the only reasons I wanted to take psychology was to understand myself better? So far, I understand things that I've done a little better - like my textbook reactions to prolonged stress - but I haven't made any huge leaps in </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6204534/posts/default/111224967043969808'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6204534/posts/default/111224967043969808'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jackiepantaloons.blogspot.com/2005/03/taking-back-control.html' title='Taking Back Control!'/><author><name>jackiepantaloons</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16130617145272667974</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6204534.post-111161423823397698</id><published>2005-03-23T14:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-11-15T17:16:40.742-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Tap Them Ruby Shoes: "There's No Place Like Home"</title><summary type='text'>Psych Fact-of-the-Day:You know that ancient philosophical question, "if a tree falls in a forest and there's no one there to hear it, does it make a sound?" The answer is no. Neuroscientists say so.A few of you (well, actually, only 2 of you, because Nockle and Jessie are the only ones left who love me enough to comment) have been inquiring about the "secret red" that some women can see. Let me </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6204534/posts/default/111161423823397698'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6204534/posts/default/111161423823397698'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jackiepantaloons.blogspot.com/2005/03/tap-them-ruby-shoes-theres-no-place.html' title='Tap Them Ruby Shoes: &quot;There&apos;s No Place Like Home&quot;'/><author><name>jackiepantaloons</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16130617145272667974</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6204534.post-111118375723248662</id><published>2005-03-18T15:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-11-15T17:16:40.654-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I'll Never Drink Again...</title><summary type='text'>Psych Fact-of-the-Day:About 15% of women can see a shade of red that no one else can. It's because they have the genetic coding for 2 kinds of red-receptor cells in their eyes instead of only 1.Sorry it's been so long since my last post, but in all honesty, I've had absolutely nothing to write about. That, and I've been busy as all-get-out. Damn research paper. WHY did I decide it would be a </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6204534/posts/default/111118375723248662'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6204534/posts/default/111118375723248662'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jackiepantaloons.blogspot.com/2005/03/ill-never-drink-again.html' title='I&apos;ll Never Drink Again...'/><author><name>jackiepantaloons</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16130617145272667974</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6204534.post-111017804614116916</id><published>2005-03-06T23:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-11-15T17:16:40.568-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Can I Get a No. 17 With a No. 12?</title><summary type='text'>Psych Fact-of-the-Day:All the geniuses back in the early days of neuroscience thought that the brain communicated with the rest of the body by changing the pressure of cerebrospinal fluid that flowed through neural tubes. Dummies.I had the most productive weekend in the world. Besides studying my ass off and stuffing my face on my parents' accout, I checked off 3 things on my 100 Things to Do </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6204534/posts/default/111017804614116916'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6204534/posts/default/111017804614116916'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jackiepantaloons.blogspot.com/2005/03/can-i-get-no-17-with-no-12.html' title='Can I Get a No. 17 With a No. 12?'/><author><name>jackiepantaloons</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16130617145272667974</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6204534.post-111000218932046140</id><published>2005-03-04T22:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-11-15T17:16:40.469-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Check Beside No. 35</title><summary type='text'>Psych Fact-of-the-Day:Studies are providing more and more evidence that homosexuality in males is caused largely by genes. Surprisingly enough, the same does not apply to homosexuality in females. For females, homosexuality seems to be much more of a choice than a compulsion.On my list of 100 Things To Do Before I'm Dead, number 35 is "shave my head for cancer," which Carling convinced me to put </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6204534/posts/default/111000218932046140'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6204534/posts/default/111000218932046140'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jackiepantaloons.blogspot.com/2005/03/check-beside-no-35.html' title='Check Beside No. 35'/><author><name>jackiepantaloons</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16130617145272667974</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6204534.post-110965820995637956</id><published>2005-02-28T23:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-11-15T17:16:40.386-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Not Much Reading Happening...</title><summary type='text'>Sorry there's no Psych Fact-of-the-Day today, but I don't have class until tomorrow, and I REALLY have got nothing interesting to report. I've pretty much exhausted all the cool things I learned about drugs.So reading week was all right. It was marked by highs and lows, like every other thing I do... I was house-sitting for Nockle while she, Darcy, and my parents abandoned me to go to a tropical </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6204534/posts/default/110965820995637956'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6204534/posts/default/110965820995637956'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jackiepantaloons.blogspot.com/2005/02/not-much-reading-happening.html' title='Not Much Reading Happening...'/><author><name>jackiepantaloons</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16130617145272667974</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6204534.post-110902869378240397</id><published>2005-02-21T16:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-11-15T17:16:40.303-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Birthday to Me!</title><summary type='text'>...and Dan, I suppose.We're 19 today! It's the birthday that has slightly more purpose than 17. Why bother having a year between driving and drinking?Oh... never mind. :)Now we can buy alcohol at the lake this summer! Yay!(Oh, God. Next year I'm going to be 20! Too old, too old!)</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6204534/posts/default/110902869378240397'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6204534/posts/default/110902869378240397'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jackiepantaloons.blogspot.com/2005/02/happy-birthday-to-me.html' title='Happy Birthday to Me!'/><author><name>jackiepantaloons</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16130617145272667974</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6204534.post-110854421341463929</id><published>2005-02-15T11:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-11-15T17:16:40.223-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Never Again</title><summary type='text'>Psych Fact-of-the-Day:General anesthesia is just a step above being in a coma! Makes me feel angsty about when I got put under for my wisdom teeth, but I'm still glad I took the risk rather than have been awake for it.I. Hate. Valentine's. Day. So. Much!I've never ever in my life had a good Valentine's Day. Even back in grade 7 when Nik and I were "going out" it wasn't that great. In fact, I </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6204534/posts/default/110854421341463929'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6204534/posts/default/110854421341463929'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jackiepantaloons.blogspot.com/2005/02/never-again.html' title='Never Again'/><author><name>jackiepantaloons</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16130617145272667974</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6204534.post-110836437418307519</id><published>2005-02-13T23:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-11-15T17:16:40.145-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Weekend! Glorious Weekend!</title><summary type='text'>Psych Fact-of-the-Day:Sigmund Freud prescribed cocaine to a close friend to relieve him of his morphine addiction which he acquired after having his thumb most painfully amputated. The friend became schizophrenic because of his new addiction to cocaine. Good one Freud.I never liked Freud that much. I think most of his ideas are just a lot of hoopla. Especially all that shit about women's "penis </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6204534/posts/default/110836437418307519'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6204534/posts/default/110836437418307519'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jackiepantaloons.blogspot.com/2005/02/weekend-glorious-weekend.html' title='Weekend! Glorious Weekend!'/><author><name>jackiepantaloons</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16130617145272667974</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6204534.post-110790682942019727</id><published>2005-02-08T16:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-11-15T17:16:40.070-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Shoot 'Em Up</title><summary type='text'>Psych Fact-of-the-Day:New technology is being developed that enables computers to read the EEG waves the brain gives off. With some training, people will actually be able to control the computers with their thoughts! They'll most likely be used as tools for people who cannot communicate on their own, like quadriplegics.I probably shouldn't be writing anything today. I feel grumpy and </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6204534/posts/default/110790682942019727'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6204534/posts/default/110790682942019727'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jackiepantaloons.blogspot.com/2005/02/shoot-em-up.html' title='Shoot &apos;Em Up'/><author><name>jackiepantaloons</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16130617145272667974</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6204534.post-110747238805077399</id><published>2005-02-03T16:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-11-15T17:16:39.987-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Fun Facts!</title><summary type='text'>Psych Fact-of-the-Day:Did you know that certain neurons in your brain only fire when you face a certain cardinal direction? (Cardinal directions are north, east, south, and west.) People who have good senses of direction probably have more of these neurons.Anyone who's ever tried to take directions from know that I have maybe a couple of these neurons in my entire being. I'm terrible with </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6204534/posts/default/110747238805077399'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6204534/posts/default/110747238805077399'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jackiepantaloons.blogspot.com/2005/02/fun-facts.html' title='Fun Facts!'/><author><name>jackiepantaloons</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16130617145272667974</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6204534.post-110724331685865683</id><published>2005-02-01T01:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-11-15T17:16:39.902-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Uh... Okay...</title><summary type='text'>Psych Fact-of-the-Day:Migraine headaches are connected to a condition many people have in which there's a small hole in the heart which fails to fill in during childhood development.A weird thing just happened to me. My roommate and I are having a Saved By the Bell marathon because we're both homesicks and grumpy, and don't feel like doing our homework. We took a short break so that I could </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6204534/posts/default/110724331685865683'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6204534/posts/default/110724331685865683'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jackiepantaloons.blogspot.com/2005/02/uh-okay.html' title='Uh... Okay...'/><author><name>jackiepantaloons</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16130617145272667974</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6204534.post-110678037916552964</id><published>2005-01-26T16:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-11-15T17:16:39.826-07:00</updated><title type='text'>*sniff*</title><summary type='text'>Psych Fact-of-the-Day:North Atlantic squids, about 1 foot long each, have the most enormous neural axons, measuring at about a millimeter in diameter. They're called giant squid axons and, when discovered, led to a major breakthrough in neurological research.I guess today's Psych Fact isn't all that interesting, but then, we didn't do too much of interest in class last week. Besides, it was </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6204534/posts/default/110678037916552964'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6204534/posts/default/110678037916552964'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jackiepantaloons.blogspot.com/2005/01/sniff.html' title='*sniff*'/><author><name>jackiepantaloons</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16130617145272667974</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6204534.post-110608864103592012</id><published>2005-01-18T15:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-11-15T17:16:39.731-07:00</updated><title type='text'>MEAT! The only way to eat!</title><summary type='text'>Psych Fact-of-the-Day:Some neurons in your body can grow to be more than a metre long, depending on your height. Eeewww!I meant to post last night, because everyone should have something new to read on Tuesday mornings (most bad things happen on Tuesdays) but my roommate is hella sick, and I knew typing for an hour would keep her up when sleeping was best for her. So I'm posting now. :)Last</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6204534/posts/default/110608864103592012'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6204534/posts/default/110608864103592012'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jackiepantaloons.blogspot.com/2005/01/meat-only-way-to-eat.html' title='MEAT! The only way to eat!'/><author><name>jackiepantaloons</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16130617145272667974</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6204534.post-110548666612257127</id><published>2005-01-11T16:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-11-15T17:16:39.651-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Just a Lot of Love. Aaawww...</title><summary type='text'>Psych Fact-of-the-Day: Handedness (whether you're right-handed or left-handed) is actually determined during prenatal stages of life (when you're still a fetus). What's more, doctors can predict a baby's handedness if it sucks its thumb in the womb. Babies who suck their right tumbss are almost always right-handed, males who suck their left thumbs are usually left-handed, and females who suck </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6204534/posts/default/110548666612257127'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6204534/posts/default/110548666612257127'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jackiepantaloons.blogspot.com/2005/01/just-lot-of-love-aaawww.html' title='Just a Lot of Love. Aaawww...'/><author><name>jackiepantaloons</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16130617145272667974</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6204534.post-110516906009117165</id><published>2005-01-08T01:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-11-15T17:16:39.576-07:00</updated><title type='text'>What was I thinking?</title><summary type='text'>Oh. God. What am I going to do this semester? I'm going to die! My classes are all impossible! I need to write papers for all of them! I've NEVER written a paper for a class before! Well, I did once last semester for anthropology, but it was just a really simple take-home essay, and I got 50% on it anyway. Ugh...I'm so dead.Thankfully, I'm taking a writing course which will hopefully teach me</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6204534/posts/default/110516906009117165'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6204534/posts/default/110516906009117165'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jackiepantaloons.blogspot.com/2005/01/what-was-i-thinking.html' title='What was I thinking?'/><author><name>jackiepantaloons</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16130617145272667974</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6204534.post-110497281343502289</id><published>2005-01-05T17:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-11-15T17:16:39.502-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Great. 2005.</title><summary type='text'>Okay, this morning's post was... lame. Please ignore it. Just remember, it was nearing 4:00 AM, which I think is the most terrible hour of the day. No one should have to be awake at 4:00 AM. Well, unless they're really drunk and having a good time. Under those circumstances, you wouldn't even notice that is was 4:00 AM, so it wouldn't really count.Whatever.I miss 2004 already. 2004 was the </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6204534/posts/default/110497281343502289'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6204534/posts/default/110497281343502289'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jackiepantaloons.blogspot.com/2005/01/great-2005.html' title='Great. 2005.'/><author><name>jackiepantaloons</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16130617145272667974</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6204534.post-110492145933523745</id><published>2005-01-05T03:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-11-15T17:16:39.411-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Pre-New Year Goings On</title><summary type='text'>Happy New Year everyone! Once again, I offer my profuse apologies for not writing for an extended period, but this time I have a legit excuse. I went to the lake with the family, and have spent the last week completely disconnected from the world, including telephone and internet. I was going to write a short note beforehand to let everyone know, but then I thought it might be better NOT to </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6204534/posts/default/110492145933523745'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6204534/posts/default/110492145933523745'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jackiepantaloons.blogspot.com/2005/01/pre-new-year-goings-on.html' title='Pre-New Year Goings On'/><author><name>jackiepantaloons</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16130617145272667974</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6204534.post-110402775062359721</id><published>2004-12-25T19:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-11-15T17:16:39.328-07:00</updated><title type='text'>'Tis the Season!</title><summary type='text'>Joyous Christmas greetings to all! To all who celebrate, anyway. For the rest of you, happy Hanukkah, kindly Kwanza, rockin' Ramadan, (I don't think it's in December this year, but I need a third one) or wonderful Whatever Else you enjoy doing around this time of year. Since I'm pretty sure nobody actually READS this other than my friends, (all those people searching for AresLite help usually </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6204534/posts/default/110402775062359721'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6204534/posts/default/110402775062359721'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jackiepantaloons.blogspot.com/2004/12/tis-season.html' title='&apos;Tis the Season!'/><author><name>jackiepantaloons</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16130617145272667974</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6204534.post-110352889817895492</id><published>2004-12-20T00:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-11-15T17:16:39.254-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Long Time... No Time</title><summary type='text'>Uh... sorry. It seems that this has been the longest period I've ever gone without posting even though an internet connection is constantly available. Oops. Meh. I've been busy. In fact, I'm supposed to be busy right now, but there's only so long I can go without taking a break from studying for my religion exam. I'm a little miffed that my One Year of Blogging anniversary totally got passed by, </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6204534/posts/default/110352889817895492'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6204534/posts/default/110352889817895492'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jackiepantaloons.blogspot.com/2004/12/long-time-no-time.html' title='Long Time... No Time'/><author><name>jackiepantaloons</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16130617145272667974</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6204534.post-110214887614265651</id><published>2004-12-04T01:27:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2006-11-15T17:16:39.180-07:00</updated><title type='text'>An Enormous Announcement!</title><summary type='text'>Psych Fact-of-the-Day:You go through several sleep cycles per night because each one of them only lasts approx. 90 minutes. At the end of each cycle, it's common to wake up for a brief period! When you have to get up each morning, you'll actually feel more refreshed if you wake up earlier, at the end of a sleep cycle, than later, in the middle of the next cycle.It looks like I'm back to </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6204534/posts/default/110214887614265651'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6204534/posts/default/110214887614265651'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jackiepantaloons.blogspot.com/2004/12/enormous-announcement.html' title='An Enormous Announcement!'/><author><name>jackiepantaloons</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16130617145272667974</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6204534.post-110161879410308975</id><published>2004-11-27T22:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-11-15T17:16:39.015-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Can't Catch a Break</title><summary type='text'>Psych Fact-of-the-Day:Experiments have proven that newborn infants are pre-wired with basic understandings of physics, math, and biology - among other things.See, when you show a newborn a video of a ball falling onto a table, they become disinterested after a short time. However, if you then show them a video of a ball falling through the table, or a ball "falling" up from the table, they </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6204534/posts/default/110161879410308975'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6204534/posts/default/110161879410308975'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jackiepantaloons.blogspot.com/2004/11/cant-catch-break.html' title='Can&apos;t Catch a Break'/><author><name>jackiepantaloons</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16130617145272667974</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6204534.post-110136924340032408</id><published>2004-11-25T01:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-11-15T17:16:38.934-07:00</updated><title type='text'>That's the Sweet Stuff!</title><summary type='text'>Psych Fact-of-the-Day:I could REALLY screw with your head using implicit learning techniques. You've been warned.This has been the most excellent of weeks, and it's not even over yet! How can I tell how good it's been? Well, I'm posting again, aren't I? That means 2 things: 1) Things have happened that I consider interesting enough to write about, and 2) I have time enough away from homework </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6204534/posts/default/110136924340032408'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6204534/posts/default/110136924340032408'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jackiepantaloons.blogspot.com/2004/11/thats-sweet-stuff.html' title='That&apos;s the Sweet Stuff!'/><author><name>jackiepantaloons</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16130617145272667974</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6204534.post-110109372157366464</id><published>2004-11-21T20:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-11-15T17:16:38.863-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Beauty in the Eye of... Everyone?</title><summary type='text'>Psych Fact-of-the-Day:Short-term stress can actually be quite healthy for you, as it causes an adrenaline rush which makes your body increase oxygen intake, increase availability of energy, increase blood flow (to some areas), inhibits digestion, inhibits pain perception, and enhances memory and sensory functions.Now, chronic stress, as I've told you before, does all kinds of awful things to </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6204534/posts/default/110109372157366464'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6204534/posts/default/110109372157366464'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jackiepantaloons.blogspot.com/2004/11/beauty-in-eye-of-everyone.html' title='Beauty in the Eye of... Everyone?'/><author><name>jackiepantaloons</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16130617145272667974</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6204534.post-110082829009554072</id><published>2004-11-18T18:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-11-15T17:16:38.787-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Today is a G'Day!</title><summary type='text'>Psych Fact-of-the-Day:It seems sleep has very little to with your body repairing itself after a hard day's work (one man stayed awake for 11 days straight and suffered no ill effects other than mild grumpiness!)Instead, sleep seems to be an evolutionary mechanism that all mammals and birds use to optimize energy efficiency and safety.Today's psych lecture was on sleep! It was lucky that our </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6204534/posts/default/110082829009554072'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6204534/posts/default/110082829009554072'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jackiepantaloons.blogspot.com/2004/11/today-is-gday.html' title='Today is a G&apos;Day!'/><author><name>jackiepantaloons</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16130617145272667974</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6204534.post-110008196797713751</id><published>2004-11-10T03:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-11-15T17:16:38.691-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My Old Nemesis...</title><summary type='text'>Psych Fact-of-the-Day:Human brains are the only brains we're aware of that are able to learn language. It is something we learn effortlessly in our early development, but are totally incapable of understanding the workings of without formal schooling.I know today's Fact sounds a little weird, but think about it for a sec. Do you really know what make this sentences wrongly of? Not exactly. </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6204534/posts/default/110008196797713751'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6204534/posts/default/110008196797713751'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jackiepantaloons.blogspot.com/2004/11/my-old-nemesis.html' title='My Old Nemesis...'/><author><name>jackiepantaloons</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16130617145272667974</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6204534.post-109963768271072244</id><published>2004-11-04T23:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-11-15T17:16:38.612-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Laugh Yourself Stupid(er)</title><summary type='text'>Psych Fact-of-the-Day:Studies have shown that there's actually a gene which may control your degree of faith in God or some other higher power.Is that nuts or what? I think it's totally cool, actually. I like mixing science and religion sometimes. Occasionally, it gives you a whole new insight on something you were convinced of your entire life, though I can't think of any examples right off </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6204534/posts/default/109963768271072244'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6204534/posts/default/109963768271072244'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jackiepantaloons.blogspot.com/2004/11/laugh-yourself-stupider.html' title='Laugh Yourself Stupid(er)'/><author><name>jackiepantaloons</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16130617145272667974</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6204534.post-109937432596752437</id><published>2004-11-01T22:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-11-15T17:16:38.531-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I Want Candy!</title><summary type='text'>Psych Fact-of-the-Day:It's true: sex is extremely beneficial to your brain! Don't celebrate too much though, because it can be beneficial for some areas and detrimental to others (in great quantities.)Please, please, PLEASE let Kerry win the election tomorrow! Is that even how you spell his name?I've been saying for so long that Canadians should be allowed to vote in the American election </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6204534/posts/default/109937432596752437'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6204534/posts/default/109937432596752437'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jackiepantaloons.blogspot.com/2004/11/i-want-candy.html' title='I Want Candy!'/><author><name>jackiepantaloons</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16130617145272667974</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6204534.post-109891111696666168</id><published>2004-10-27T01:05:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-11-15T17:16:38.449-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Well, there's no doubt now. I'm going to hell.</title><summary type='text'>Psych Fact-of-the-Day:Excessive stress causes neuron cells in the brain to die, particularly in the part of the brain that deals with memory. Therefore: stress causes memory loss.Today's Fact-of-the-Day totally explains why my memory suddenly got so terrible during the last couple years of high school, as well as why - since I have changed the location and people over-seeing my learning - </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6204534/posts/default/109891111696666168'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6204534/posts/default/109891111696666168'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jackiepantaloons.blogspot.com/2004/10/well-theres-no-doubt-now-im-going-to.html' title='Well, there&apos;s no doubt now. I&apos;m going to hell.'/><author><name>jackiepantaloons</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16130617145272667974</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6204534.post-109816284483492445</id><published>2004-10-18T23:13:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-11-15T17:16:38.371-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Uber-Week</title><summary type='text'>Psych Fact-of-the-Day:Statistics show that people who continually challenge their minds and use their brains keep their brains healthier and actually live significantly longer lives than people who don't. Study hard! Keep learning!First off, I want to thank all you folks who offered your sympathy for my dear little kitty. I've decided I'm only going to remember all the good times - such as </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6204534/posts/default/109816284483492445'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6204534/posts/default/109816284483492445'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jackiepantaloons.blogspot.com/2004/10/uber-week.html' title='The Uber-Week'/><author><name>jackiepantaloons</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16130617145272667974</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6204534.post-109787834965204607</id><published>2004-10-15T16:12:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-11-15T17:16:38.296-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Miss You</title><summary type='text'>Escape artist, leaf pouncer, couch hogger, back-door whiner, wake up call, cutie pie, paper ball/twist-tie/food bit/string chaser, moth catcher, acrobat, incessant leash tangler, water stealer, front door guard, flopper, box and bag collector, bathtub licker, undisputed head of the house.Snoozing: on everyone's kitchen chair, under the barbeque cover, in the corner by the back door (where it's </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6204534/posts/default/109787834965204607'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6204534/posts/default/109787834965204607'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jackiepantaloons.blogspot.com/2004/10/miss-you.html' title='Miss You'/><author><name>jackiepantaloons</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16130617145272667974</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6204534.post-109721504087582332</id><published>2004-10-07T23:57:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-11-15T17:16:38.191-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Desperately Needed Study Break</title><summary type='text'>Psych Fact-of-the-DayIt is impossible to stand up off a chair without changing your posture. It's also funny to watch someone try to do so in front of 200 other people.If you're wondering what today's Fact-of-the-Day has to do with psychology, I'll explain a little further. People with Parkinson's disease have great difficulty making the small, unconscious posture changes that everyone must </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6204534/posts/default/109721504087582332'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6204534/posts/default/109721504087582332'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jackiepantaloons.blogspot.com/2004/10/desperately-needed-study-break.html' title='Desperately Needed Study Break'/><author><name>jackiepantaloons</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16130617145272667974</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6204534.post-109695881987445783</id><published>2004-10-05T00:47:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-11-15T17:16:38.074-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Story of a Much Better Weekend</title><summary type='text'>Hm... I don't really feel like writing tonight, but Nockle insists that she have something new to read this week (if I don't do it tonight, it won't get done) and I figure that this time, if I'm going to write about the weekend, I need to do it before Wednesday. Or at least before Thursday. Actually, it doesn't matter because apparently I'm doing it right now.I have conflicted feelings about </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6204534/posts/default/109695881987445783'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6204534/posts/default/109695881987445783'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jackiepantaloons.blogspot.com/2004/10/story-of-much-better-weekend.html' title='The Story of a Much Better Weekend'/><author><name>jackiepantaloons</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16130617145272667974</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6204534.post-109662582110145284</id><published>2004-10-01T04:27:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-11-15T17:16:37.965-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Apparently, What Not to Do</title><summary type='text'>Psych Fact-of-the-Day:Your brain is actually making it all up. You wouldn't know the real world if it bit you in the ass because your brain would just tell you it never happened.Man oh man, if you were in my psych lecture today, you'd be releasing your bowels right now, laughing so hard. Best. Lecture. Inaweek. (Tee hee!)If you scroll down to the bottom of the post, you'll notice it's a </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6204534/posts/default/109662582110145284'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6204534/posts/default/109662582110145284'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jackiepantaloons.blogspot.com/2004/10/apparently-what-not-to-do.html' title='Apparently, What Not to Do'/><author><name>jackiepantaloons</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16130617145272667974</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6204534.post-109606308514701846</id><published>2004-09-24T15:11:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-11-15T17:16:34.991-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Weekly News</title><summary type='text'>Psych Fact-of-the-Day:Did you know that when your feelings are hurt, the part of your brain that become the most active is the same part as when you feel physical pain? That's why it's "painful" for our hearts to be broken - because it actually is!Ah, look at that. I love my psych class so much, and I'm always telling people the random stuff I find out, except I end up repeating myself a </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6204534/posts/default/109606308514701846'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6204534/posts/default/109606308514701846'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jackiepantaloons.blogspot.com/2004/09/weekly-news.html' title='Weekly News'/><author><name>jackiepantaloons</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16130617145272667974</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd: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>
