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<channel><title><![CDATA[The Quarter Life Chronicles - The Quarter Life Blog]]></title><link><![CDATA[http://silverneurotic.weebly.com/the-quarter-life-blog.html]]></link><description><![CDATA[The Quarter Life Blog]]></description><pubDate>Thu, 26 Mar 2009 20:35:09 +0700</pubDate><generator>Weebly</generator><item><title><![CDATA[Even Flow]]></title><link><![CDATA[http://silverneurotic.weebly.com/1/post/2008/12/even-flow.html]]></link><comments><![CDATA[http://silverneurotic.weebly.com/1/post/2008/12/even-flow.html#comments]]></comments><pubDate>Sat, 13 Dec 2008 16:43:43 +0700</pubDate><category><![CDATA[Uncategorized]]></category><guid isPermaLink="false">http://silverneurotic.weebly.com/1/post/2008/12/even-flow.html</guid><description><![CDATA[I get so frustrated sometimes when it comes to blogging.&nbsp; It seems whenever I "think" I have found a perfect place in which to lay out my thoughts and contemplations on my life and the world...I find a fatal flaw with the system.When I was using Xanga, I hated how you HAD to sign up with Xanga in order to comment.&nbsp; When I moved on to Blogger I hated how often I couldn't log into my own blog in order to write.&nbsp; It was really frustrating t [...] ]]></description><content:encoded><![CDATA[<p  style=" text-align: left; ">I get so frustrated sometimes when it comes to blogging.&nbsp; It seems whenever I "think" I have found a perfect place in which to lay out my thoughts and contemplations on my life and the world...I find a fatal flaw with the system.<br /><br />When I was using Xanga, I hated how you HAD to sign up with Xanga in order to comment.&nbsp; When I moved on to Blogger I hated how often I couldn't log into my own blog in order to write.&nbsp; It was really frustrating to have an idea in your head-just to find that your normal outlet is broken and unaccessible to you.&nbsp; When I moved to Wordpress I became annoyed with how difficult it could be to post something as simple as a video or a sidebar widget.&nbsp; For a long time though, I did use Wordpress and I thrived on it. <br /><br />But then I got bored (as I tend to do) and I moved over to Weebly...a move which everyday I've been regreting.&nbsp; It's just not a very good blogging host and well, perhaps this is my fault, but I feel as though my audience is limited to those dedicated readers who have been following me from blogger or Wordpress.&nbsp; <br /><br />I really hate having to redirect your attention so soon after I made my big announcement that I was moving shop to my Weebly address...but my patience level here is quickly waning.&nbsp; Nearly everytime I log in to Weebly I notice something funny going on here...or when I attempt to make corrections or change something around...those changes just don't show up, or elements magically disappear for a period of time without warning.&nbsp; <br /><br />I wanted to wait until the New Year to make changes (and hopefully unveil something new) but somehow I don't think I'm going to make it that far.&nbsp; I am entirely too homesick.&nbsp; I miss the old Quarter Life Chronicles and so I am packing up and heading home.&nbsp; Hopefully you all remember my old address, but just in case:<br /><br />www.silverneurotic.wordpress.com<br /></p>]]></content:encoded></item><item><title><![CDATA[Scenes from a Resturant ]]></title><link><![CDATA[http://silverneurotic.weebly.com/1/post/2008/12/scenes-from-a-resturant.html]]></link><comments><![CDATA[http://silverneurotic.weebly.com/1/post/2008/12/scenes-from-a-resturant.html#comments]]></comments><pubDate>Sat, 13 Dec 2008 14:10:32 +0700</pubDate><category><![CDATA[Uncategorized]]></category><guid isPermaLink="false">http://silverneurotic.weebly.com/1/post/2008/12/scenes-from-a-resturant.html</guid><description><![CDATA[My friend and I went to breakfast this morning.&nbsp; Not long after we were seated a very good looking cop was seated at the table across from us.&nbsp; Throughout our breakfast we couldn't help but take turns checking him out.&nbsp; You know, to make sure that he was enjoying his breakfast so he'd have enough energy to keep the city safe.&nbsp; We were being very good at not making inappropriate comments (such as, I sure wouldn't mind getting frisked by  [...] ]]></description><content:encoded><![CDATA[<p  style=" text-align: left; ">My friend and I went to breakfast this morning.&nbsp; Not long after we were seated a very good looking cop was seated at the table across from us.&nbsp; Throughout our breakfast we couldn't help but take turns checking him out.&nbsp; You know, to make sure that he was enjoying his breakfast so he'd have enough energy to keep the city safe.&nbsp; We were being very good at not making inappropriate comments (such as, I sure wouldn't mind getting frisked by <span style="font-style: italic;">him</span>!) but just as he was getting up to leave my friend blurted out..."Goodbye cutie!"<br /><br />Granted, I don't think he heard her as it was kind of noisy in there...but I'm sure he heard my hysterical laughter that followed the comment.&nbsp; Sometimes I wonder if we ever left high school. <br /></p>]]></content:encoded></item><item><title><![CDATA[I have met my Waterloo...]]></title><link><![CDATA[http://silverneurotic.weebly.com/1/post/2008/12/i-have-met-my-waterloo.html]]></link><comments><![CDATA[http://silverneurotic.weebly.com/1/post/2008/12/i-have-met-my-waterloo.html#comments]]></comments><pubDate>Sat, 13 Dec 2008 13:06:54 +0700</pubDate><category><![CDATA[Uncategorized]]></category><guid isPermaLink="false">http://silverneurotic.weebly.com/1/post/2008/12/i-have-met-my-waterloo.html</guid><description><![CDATA[And evidentally it's a fourth bottle of Smirnoff.&nbsp; I knew I should have stopped at three...but I was having too much fun.&nbsp; Oh well.&nbsp; It'll pass.&nbsp; And Christmas shopping with a hang over serves it's purpose...it prevents you from over thinking every gift-therefore your shopping gets done in record time.&nbsp; Actually I'm still not done-but at least I've gotten a good portion of my shopping done.Oh, by the way...I feel my blogging ad [...] ]]></description><content:encoded><![CDATA[<p  style=" text-align: left; ">And evidentally it's a fourth bottle of Smirnoff.&nbsp; I knew I should have stopped at three...but I was having too much fun.&nbsp; Oh well.&nbsp; It'll pass.&nbsp; And Christmas shopping with a hang over serves it's purpose...it prevents you from over thinking every gift-therefore your shopping gets done in record time.&nbsp; Actually I'm still not done-but at least I've gotten a good portion of my shopping done.<br /><br />Oh, by the way...I feel my blogging addiction coming on full force.&nbsp; Be forewarned.<br /></p>]]></content:encoded></item><item><title><![CDATA[Miserable Weather and other rambling thoughts...]]></title><link><![CDATA[http://silverneurotic.weebly.com/1/post/2008/12/miserable-weather-and-other-rambling-thoughts.html]]></link><comments><![CDATA[http://silverneurotic.weebly.com/1/post/2008/12/miserable-weather-and-other-rambling-thoughts.html#comments]]></comments><pubDate>Fri, 12 Dec 2008 20:53:11 +0700</pubDate><category><![CDATA[Uncategorized]]></category><guid isPermaLink="false">http://silverneurotic.weebly.com/1/post/2008/12/miserable-weather-and-other-rambling-thoughts.html</guid><description><![CDATA[Be forwarned: The following blog post has been created while under the influence.&nbsp; Please do not hold any gross grammatical/spelling errors against the author.&nbsp; She did not know any better.&nbsp; She just realized that it's been several days since the last blog post and she realized that she could not sleep knowing that you were all hanging with bated breath until she posted a new blog entry.&nbsp; Thank you.We've been having really crappy we [...] ]]></description><content:encoded><![CDATA[<p  style=" text-align: left; ">Be forwarned: The following blog post has been created while under the influence.&nbsp; Please do not hold any gross grammatical/spelling errors against the author.&nbsp; She did not know any better.&nbsp; She just realized that it's been several days since the last blog post and she realized that she could not sleep knowing that you were all hanging with bated breath until she posted a new blog entry.&nbsp; Thank you.<br /><br />We've been having really crappy weather the last few days.&nbsp; It's seeming been raining forever...or at least three days now.&nbsp; Its stopped for now, but with all the rain and very cold air at the moment....all that excess rain is most likely solid ice.&nbsp; Thankfully I am safe and warm at home at the moment.&nbsp; But I'm still kind of bummed from all the gray skies.&nbsp; Tomorrow I'm aiming to start my car shopping (as if Christmas shopping isn't stressful enough) and I'd prefer it to be done when there isn't any nasty precipitation spitting down on me.<br /><br />I'm also bummed that I haven't really seen The Coworker in several days except in the most casualist of passing.&nbsp; There has been no talk of a third date this weekend, but I am holding on to the hope that come Sunday I get a phone call from him.&nbsp; I don't think that there's a whole lot of physical attractiveness-that, oh, he's really hot between us.&nbsp; But there is no denying I am enjoying his company.&nbsp; He's like a teddy bear.&nbsp; Did I tell you that this guy shares the same name as the teddy bear that I've hung on to since I was about six or seven?&nbsp; Well he does.&nbsp; I kind of take that as a sign.&nbsp; <br /><br />Evidentially my brother is <span style="font-style: italic;">GQ</span> amongst the High School set.&nbsp; He's been selected as one of 12 guys in his senior class to compete for the coveted Mr. (Insert Town Name Here) title.&nbsp; Considering running isn't exactly a talent that is easily converted to stage form-I'm extremely curious what kind of talent he will come up with for the final competion. <br /></p>]]></content:encoded></item><item><title><![CDATA[Second dates...]]></title><link><![CDATA[http://silverneurotic.weebly.com/1/post/2008/12/second-dates.html]]></link><comments><![CDATA[http://silverneurotic.weebly.com/1/post/2008/12/second-dates.html#comments]]></comments><pubDate>Mon, 08 Dec 2008 16:54:05 +0700</pubDate><category><![CDATA[Uncategorized]]></category><guid isPermaLink="false">http://silverneurotic.weebly.com/1/post/2008/12/second-dates.html</guid><description><![CDATA[Two weeks ago I went out on a date with one of my coworkers.&nbsp; It wasn't a terrible date, just a tad uncomfortable as the date started out on a wrong foot and I could tell that my date was embarrassed/bothered by it.&nbsp; Last week he asked me out again but I cancelled due to the weather not being great...and quite honestly, I wasn't much in the mood to go through the dating motions.&nbsp; I did suggest that perhaps we tried again this week and so [...] ]]></description><content:encoded><![CDATA[<p  style=" text-align: left; ">Two weeks ago I went out on a date with one of my coworkers.&nbsp; It wasn't a terrible date, just a tad uncomfortable as the date started out on a wrong foot and I could tell that my date was embarrassed/bothered by it.&nbsp; <br /><br />Last week he asked me out again but I cancelled due to the weather not being great...and quite honestly, I wasn't much in the mood to go through the dating motions.&nbsp; I did suggest that perhaps we tried again this week and so I wasn't too surprised when late Sunday morning I got a phone call from coworker asking if I wanted to go out.<br /><br />The weather wasn't great again but using that excuse a second time in a row wouldn't be fair to him.&nbsp; So in a flash of genius I invited him over to play pool.&nbsp; He agreed and a few hours later he arrived and the two of us went downstairs to shoot a few games of pool.<br /><br />I have to say that having him here was a great idea.&nbsp; I was relaxed and after a few games of pool he was able to relax and have fun.&nbsp; We chatted and laughed and managed to shed our "work personas".&nbsp; He's actually really shy but he was able to come out of his shell.&nbsp; So after awhile I suggested me watch a movie (which we paused half way as my friend was making dinner for the three of us and I felt like I should give her a hand).&nbsp; <br /><br />It was a really relaxing and fun day.&nbsp; I'm already looking forward to hanging out with him again.&nbsp; <br /></p>]]></content:encoded></item><item><title><![CDATA[Sleep deprivation]]></title><link><![CDATA[http://silverneurotic.weebly.com/1/post/2008/12/sleep-deprivation.html]]></link><comments><![CDATA[http://silverneurotic.weebly.com/1/post/2008/12/sleep-deprivation.html#comments]]></comments><pubDate>Sat, 06 Dec 2008 06:51:36 +0700</pubDate><category><![CDATA[Uncategorized]]></category><guid isPermaLink="false">http://silverneurotic.weebly.com/1/post/2008/12/sleep-deprivation.html</guid><description><![CDATA[I had the worst night's sleep Thursday night into Friday morning.&nbsp; Of course I also had to wake up extra early Friday morning for work, so that made things all the more aggravating.At about 11p, for no apparent reason I bolted out of bed, sure that my alarm had gone off.&nbsp; I think I got about half way to the door when I realized that it was only 11pm and I still had a good five and a half hours left to sleep.&nbsp; So, after a trip to the bath [...] ]]></description><content:encoded><![CDATA[<p  style=" text-align: left; ">I had the worst night's sleep Thursday night into Friday morning.&nbsp; Of course I also had to wake up extra early Friday morning for work, so that made things all the more aggravating.<br /><br />At about 11p, for no apparent reason I bolted out of bed, sure that my alarm had gone off.&nbsp; I think I got about half way to the door when I realized that it was only 11pm and I still had a good five and a half hours left to sleep.&nbsp; So, after a trip to the bathroom I headed back to bed and quickly fell asleep.<br /><br />About two, two and a half hours later I once again bolted awake-but this time is was due to that blasted alarm system going on...set off by "the brother".&nbsp; If that wasn't bad enough, the argument between siblings that erupted after kept me awake-heart pounding-for quite awhile longer.<br /><br />I did fall back asleep, but woke up before my alarm for a third time and instead of trying to fall back asleep for a few more pathetic minutes, I dragged myself out of bed.&nbsp; Needless to say, I felt like crap the rest of the day.&nbsp; By the time I finally got out of work...the last thing I wanted to do was go straight home as I knew I'd probably just end up laying down and falling asleep way too early.&nbsp; So I walked around the mall for a half hour or so...picked up a few magazines to peruse while I waited for my friend to come home from work (which as it turned out wasn't until after nine).&nbsp; I came home, ordered some Chinese food and went back out to pick it up.&nbsp; I came home, ate, called my dad (who was going to have my mom call when she got home from work) and I settled down to look at the magazines...when I fell asleep for a few hours.&nbsp; <br /></p>]]></content:encoded></item><item><title><![CDATA[No Title]]></title><link><![CDATA[http://silverneurotic.weebly.com/1/post/2008/12/no-title.html]]></link><comments><![CDATA[http://silverneurotic.weebly.com/1/post/2008/12/no-title.html#comments]]></comments><pubDate>Thu, 04 Dec 2008 16:38:07 +0700</pubDate><category><![CDATA[Uncategorized]]></category><guid isPermaLink="false">http://silverneurotic.weebly.com/1/post/2008/12/no-title.html</guid><description><![CDATA[I've spent my entire life striving to be as invisible as possible.&nbsp; I was pretty good at it.&nbsp; I then switched jobs, uprooted myself from my comfort zone and am dealing with becoming somewhat of a minor celebrity at my job.&nbsp; While I'm flattered that my boss speaks highly of me, it's an uncomfortable situation.&nbsp; As Alanis Morrisette sang in her song Not the Doctor "I dont want to be your idolSee this [...] ]]></description><content:encoded><![CDATA[<p  style=" text-align: left; ">I've spent my entire life striving to be as invisible as possible.&nbsp; I was pretty good at it.&nbsp; I then switched jobs, uprooted myself from my comfort zone and am dealing with becoming somewhat of a minor celebrity at my job.&nbsp; While I'm flattered that my boss speaks highly of me, it's an uncomfortable situation.&nbsp; As Alanis Morrisette sang in her song <span style="font-style: italic;">Not the Doctor</span> "I dont want to be your idol<br />See this pedestal is high and Im afraid of heights".</p>]]></content:encoded></item><item><title><![CDATA[Morning of hell, or how I nearly started WWIII]]></title><link><![CDATA[http://silverneurotic.weebly.com/1/post/2008/12/morning-of-hell-or-how-i-nearly-started-wwiii.html]]></link><comments><![CDATA[http://silverneurotic.weebly.com/1/post/2008/12/morning-of-hell-or-how-i-nearly-started-wwiii.html#comments]]></comments><pubDate>Wed, 03 Dec 2008 17:28:05 +0700</pubDate><category><![CDATA[Uncategorized]]></category><guid isPermaLink="false">http://silverneurotic.weebly.com/1/post/2008/12/morning-of-hell-or-how-i-nearly-started-wwiii.html</guid><description><![CDATA[To say it was a bad morning would be an understatement.&nbsp; To say I nearly caused a domestic World War III would be a much better assessment.&nbsp; And the worst part?&nbsp; It was totally out of my control.&nbsp; But I feel pretty badly about it.It started out with my friend's brother (who recently moved back home, much to the frustrations of my friend), not setting the security alarm properly.&nbsp; He did not disarm the motion detector-which of c [...] ]]></description><content:encoded><![CDATA[<p  style=" text-align: left; ">To say it was a bad morning would be an understatement.&nbsp; To say I nearly caused a domestic World War III would be a much better assessment.&nbsp; And the worst part?&nbsp; It was totally out of my control.&nbsp; But I feel pretty badly about it.<br /><br />It started out with my friend's brother (who recently moved back home, much to the frustrations of my friend), not setting the security alarm properly.&nbsp; He did not disarm the motion detector-which of course went off as soon as I tried to walk through the house (though, why it didn't go off sooner is beyond me).&nbsp; Of course the alarm scared the living bejesus out of me, woke up both my friend and her brother and probably cost the cats a life or two.&nbsp; But the alarm was quickly turned off and things went back to normal...or so I thought.<br /><br />I finished getting ready for work and went outside to start up my car so it would be defrosted and nice and toasty when I had to leave.&nbsp; I did not notice anything wrong with it and I returned inside to play on the computer until it was time to leave.&nbsp; <br /><br />As soon as I got in my car, I had the distinct feeling that something wasn't quite right.&nbsp; I couldn't put my finger on it though, so I proceeded to pull out of the drive way and up the road.&nbsp; I had only been driving for a minute or two when a feeling of deja vu hit me.&nbsp; My car was acting the same way as it did a few weeks back when I had to take it to a mechanic to get a coil replaced.&nbsp; I turned straight around and went back home.&nbsp; I attempted to borrow my friend's car but she suggested that I take the car her dad normally uses as he's not at home (he's on vacation).&nbsp; Her brother had been using it, so we had to wake him up to get the keys...which of course started the huge argument between brother and sister after I drove away.&nbsp; I didn't know about the fight until I got home from work...and yeah, I feel really guilty now.&nbsp; And completely fed up with my car to the point that I'm already considering replacing it not even a year after I purchased it.<br /><br />But in good news...my youngest sister "The Diva" might be making the trek up north to visit me over Christmas!<br /></p>]]></content:encoded></item><item><title><![CDATA[Just another manic monday...]]></title><link><![CDATA[http://silverneurotic.weebly.com/1/post/2008/12/just-another-manic-monday.html]]></link><comments><![CDATA[http://silverneurotic.weebly.com/1/post/2008/12/just-another-manic-monday.html#comments]]></comments><pubDate>Mon, 01 Dec 2008 17:06:29 +0700</pubDate><category><![CDATA[Uncategorized]]></category><guid isPermaLink="false">http://silverneurotic.weebly.com/1/post/2008/12/just-another-manic-monday.html</guid><description><![CDATA[Have you ever noticed that Monday's are always hectic days, regardless of how prepared you think you are.&nbsp; When I leave work on Friday, I really try to make sure I have everything done and ready for the following week.&nbsp; But every Monday it seems as though I come into work and realize that I really didn't have everything done...or it wasn't done properly.&nbsp; Nothing major, but it does annoy me.&nbsp;  [...] ]]></description><content:encoded><![CDATA[<p  style=" text-align: left; ">Have you ever noticed that Monday's are always hectic days, regardless of how prepared you think you are.&nbsp; <br /><br />When I leave work on Friday, I really try to make sure I have everything done and ready for the following week.&nbsp; But every Monday it seems as though I come into work and realize that I really didn't have everything done...or it wasn't done properly.&nbsp; <br /><br />Nothing major, but it does annoy me.&nbsp; <br /></p>]]></content:encoded></item><item><title><![CDATA[Things I accomplished this weekend...]]></title><link><![CDATA[http://silverneurotic.weebly.com/1/post/2008/11/things-i-accomplished-this-weekend.html]]></link><comments><![CDATA[http://silverneurotic.weebly.com/1/post/2008/11/things-i-accomplished-this-weekend.html#comments]]></comments><pubDate>Sun, 30 Nov 2008 18:39:19 +0700</pubDate><category><![CDATA[Uncategorized]]></category><guid isPermaLink="false">http://silverneurotic.weebly.com/1/post/2008/11/things-i-accomplished-this-weekend.html</guid><description><![CDATA[1. Caught up on ALL my emails.2.&nbsp; Put together my new desktop.3.&nbsp; Set up Firefox and said desktop to my liking.4.&nbsp; Cooked breakfast this A.M.5.&nbsp; Accomplished some Christmas shopping.6.&nbsp; Caught up with television.7.&nbsp; Caught up on SLEEP!8.&nbsp; Finished a book and started a new one.  [...] ]]></description><content:encoded><![CDATA[<p  style=" text-align: left; ">1. Caught up on ALL my emails.<br><br>2.&nbsp; Put together my new desktop.<br><br>3.&nbsp; Set up Firefox and said desktop to my liking.<br><br>4.&nbsp; Cooked breakfast this A.M.<br><br>5.&nbsp; Accomplished some Christmas shopping.<br><br>6.&nbsp; Caught up with television.<br><br>7.&nbsp; Caught up on SLEEP!<br><br>8.&nbsp; Finished a book and started a new one. <br></p>]]></content:encoded></item></channel></rss>
