<?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-11484002</id><updated>2011-04-21T12:47:44.056-07:00</updated><title type='text'>College is the LIFE!!</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nicandloes.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11484002/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nicandloes.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Nicole</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07326440243401080390</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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>14</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11484002.post-115317876857728333</id><published>2006-07-17T16:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-17T17:05:31.416-07:00</updated><title type='text'>You know the kid next to you is drunk when...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;Don't bother fighting a drunk kid about whether you drink or not. You won't win. This kid was telling everything that I got drunk all of the time but that I was DD that night and that's why I wasn't drinking. Not a big deal but I just thought I should set the kid straight before he told too many people. To this day he's convinced that he's drank with me before. Funny kid.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11484002-115317876857728333?l=nicandloes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nicandloes.blogspot.com/feeds/115317876857728333/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11484002&amp;postID=115317876857728333' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11484002/posts/default/115317876857728333'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11484002/posts/default/115317876857728333'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nicandloes.blogspot.com/2006/07/you-know-kid-next-to-you-is-drunk-when.html' title='You know the kid next to you is drunk when...'/><author><name>Nicole</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07326440243401080390</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11484002.post-115317791129374949</id><published>2006-07-17T16:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-17T16:11:51.310-07:00</updated><title type='text'>relationships...not as easy as we hope</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;Do not. I repeat. DO NOT assume that just because someone of the opposite sex is nice to you that they like you. Some people are just friendly. Let's say it together now. Friendly. Good! Now, since I have now taken away your one way of telling if people like you let me suggest that you just assume that your friends until the words 'I like you' escapes their lips. Now, I am not in any way saying that you cannot like people or that people don't like you. I am saying that we cannot ASSUME that people like you. Odds are that you're either too self-conscious to notice the amount of people that do like you or you have an ego the size of Jupiter so you're probably wrong anyways. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;Helpful hint. I just read in Cosmo a couple of days ago that guys actually might reduce the amount they talk to you as well as how much physical contact occurs if they like you because they don't want it to become obvious that they like you. Just remember that. Store it away in the memory banks for a rainy day.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11484002-115317791129374949?l=nicandloes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nicandloes.blogspot.com/feeds/115317791129374949/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11484002&amp;postID=115317791129374949' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11484002/posts/default/115317791129374949'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11484002/posts/default/115317791129374949'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nicandloes.blogspot.com/2006/07/relationshipsnot-as-easy-as-we-hope.html' title='relationships...not as easy as we hope'/><author><name>Nicole</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07326440243401080390</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11484002.post-115317719469003396</id><published>2006-07-17T15:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-17T16:00:33.323-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Home...not all it's cracked up to be</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ffff99;"&gt;Now, when making plans for the summer don't go back to the job you had last year just because last summer was fun. Find out what your boyfriend and friends are doing. If you're not careful you'll end up in Issaquah all by your lonesome wishing you were in the Burg like the rest of your flipping awesome friends!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This helpful hint was brought to you with Lauren Baughman in mind. Love you baber!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11484002-115317719469003396?l=nicandloes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nicandloes.blogspot.com/feeds/115317719469003396/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11484002&amp;postID=115317719469003396' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11484002/posts/default/115317719469003396'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11484002/posts/default/115317719469003396'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nicandloes.blogspot.com/2006/07/homenot-all-its-cracked-up-to-be.html' title='Home...not all it&apos;s cracked up to be'/><author><name>Nicole</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07326440243401080390</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11484002.post-115317690902189487</id><published>2006-07-17T15:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-17T15:55:09.023-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Spring Break Advice</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;This one is important so if you absorb anything absorb this! When going on a week-long trip for spring break make sure that you only take your good friends. Don't invite people just to be nice or out of guilt. You never know what's going to happen between the time that you are planning and the departure day when it comes to acquaintances and such. All of the sudden they could become psychotic and unavoidable depressing. So don't risk it!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11484002-115317690902189487?l=nicandloes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nicandloes.blogspot.com/feeds/115317690902189487/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11484002&amp;postID=115317690902189487' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11484002/posts/default/115317690902189487'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11484002/posts/default/115317690902189487'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nicandloes.blogspot.com/2006/07/spring-break-advice_17.html' title='Spring Break Advice'/><author><name>Nicole</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07326440243401080390</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11484002.post-115317573034538705</id><published>2006-07-17T15:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-17T15:41:13.626-07:00</updated><title type='text'>boys...they're only trouble!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;When at a party it is impolite to make-out with someone that your friend has already make-out with especially when you know that it happened earlier that day. It's just NOT NICE! Let's be smart now ladies.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11484002-115317573034538705?l=nicandloes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nicandloes.blogspot.com/feeds/115317573034538705/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11484002&amp;postID=115317573034538705' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11484002/posts/default/115317573034538705'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11484002/posts/default/115317573034538705'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nicandloes.blogspot.com/2006/07/boystheyre-only-trouble.html' title='boys...they&apos;re only trouble!'/><author><name>Nicole</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07326440243401080390</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11484002.post-114228173444582843</id><published>2006-03-13T12:25:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-07-17T15:41:51.600-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Be careful when pressing the send button!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;When a kid you just met gets your phone number from a friend and then proceeds to call you twice and when you press the send button to check your voicemail and then hear talking on the other end don't say SHIT and hang up. There is a chance that the person doing the calling might hear and be slightly offended. The caller also might then proceed to call you from their home phone so that you will answer not knowing who it is. Never answer the phone when it's a 509 number, it's from Kittitas County and that could be dangerous!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11484002-114228173444582843?l=nicandloes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nicandloes.blogspot.com/feeds/114228173444582843/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11484002&amp;postID=114228173444582843' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11484002/posts/default/114228173444582843'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11484002/posts/default/114228173444582843'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nicandloes.blogspot.com/2006/03/be-careful-when-pressing-send-button.html' title='Be careful when pressing the send button!!!'/><author><name>Nicole</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07326440243401080390</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11484002.post-114228145081187902</id><published>2006-03-13T12:22:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-07-17T15:44:05.463-07:00</updated><title type='text'>phone number?? I don't have one</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;When a guy asks you for your phone number simply tell him that you don't have a phone. Apparently people still believe that even in the age of cell phones. Haha, cute little drunk boys, they're so &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;innocent.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11484002-114228145081187902?l=nicandloes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nicandloes.blogspot.com/feeds/114228145081187902/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11484002&amp;postID=114228145081187902' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11484002/posts/default/114228145081187902'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11484002/posts/default/114228145081187902'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nicandloes.blogspot.com/2006/03/phone-number-i-dont-have-one.html' title='phone number?? I don&apos;t have one'/><author><name>Nicole</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07326440243401080390</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11484002.post-112899613436953116</id><published>2005-10-10T19:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-17T15:44:46.353-07:00</updated><title type='text'>whoever thought that pillows could be dangerous!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Hint #6&lt;br /&gt;When there are breakable lamps around the room maybe it isn't the best idea to throw pillows at people. And yes, paying to replace the lamp is the right thing to do.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11484002-112899613436953116?l=nicandloes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nicandloes.blogspot.com/feeds/112899613436953116/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11484002&amp;postID=112899613436953116' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11484002/posts/default/112899613436953116'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11484002/posts/default/112899613436953116'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nicandloes.blogspot.com/2005/10/whoever-thought-that-pillows-could-be.html' title='whoever thought that pillows could be dangerous!!'/><author><name>Nicole</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07326440243401080390</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11484002.post-112899603145530964</id><published>2005-10-10T18:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-17T15:45:26.656-07:00</updated><title type='text'>it's a smallworld afterall</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;hint #5&lt;br /&gt;When doing a scavenger hunt with your friends don't lie about knowing people because they eventually will find out and then all heck breaks loose!! If you must lie about knowing people make sure that the people on the other team aren't friends with the person as well&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11484002-112899603145530964?l=nicandloes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nicandloes.blogspot.com/feeds/112899603145530964/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11484002&amp;postID=112899603145530964' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11484002/posts/default/112899603145530964'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11484002/posts/default/112899603145530964'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nicandloes.blogspot.com/2005/10/its-smallworld-afterall.html' title='it&apos;s a smallworld afterall'/><author><name>Nicole</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07326440243401080390</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11484002.post-112899586322634844</id><published>2005-10-10T18:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-17T15:48:54.723-07:00</updated><title type='text'>facebookin frenzy</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;hint #4&lt;br /&gt;when you get an actual boyfriend you are REQUIRED to break up with your fake wife from the facebook who is actually your housemate. It's just the right thing to do.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11484002-112899586322634844?l=nicandloes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nicandloes.blogspot.com/feeds/112899586322634844/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11484002&amp;postID=112899586322634844' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11484002/posts/default/112899586322634844'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11484002/posts/default/112899586322634844'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nicandloes.blogspot.com/2005/10/facebookin-frenzy.html' title='facebookin frenzy'/><author><name>Nicole</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07326440243401080390</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11484002.post-111571297543449698</id><published>2005-05-10T01:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-17T15:49:51.456-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Stay in school, then you won't have to work at a Wellness Center</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;color:#ffff33;"&gt;Oh goodness we haven’t updated this sucker in far too long a time. I come to you bearing another helpful hint for college life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hint #4...or #3- can’t remember...OPS. Anyways ALWAYS remember that the only reason the wellness center's nurses are there is because they couldn’t get into a REAL hospital. And just keep in mind that they know as much as you do about your sickness. So unless you’re some pre-med student they have as much of a clue as you do. So they will give you lots of drugs and hope that one of the drugs that they gave you works! But usually they don’t.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So moral of this story...or hint you might say is- Skip the wellness center, and go to a REAL doctors office.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This hint is brought to you from the one the only Lauren Rae Baughman. Who experienced the wellness center and its dumbness first hand. So learn from her.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11484002-111571297543449698?l=nicandloes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nicandloes.blogspot.com/feeds/111571297543449698/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11484002&amp;postID=111571297543449698' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11484002/posts/default/111571297543449698'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11484002/posts/default/111571297543449698'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nicandloes.blogspot.com/2005/05/stay-in-school-then-you-wont-have-to.html' title='Stay in school, then you won&apos;t have to work at a Wellness Center'/><author><name>Nicole</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07326440243401080390</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11484002.post-111291010027303763</id><published>2005-04-07T14:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-04-11T01:45:29.593-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Rain and hills don't mix</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Hint #2: When walking back from class on a grassy hill to avoid the stupid smokers don't think about how funny it would be to slip down the hill and then start laughing!! It just might actually happen!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This helpful hint brought to you by Nicole Coon who actually slipped on the way back from class this afternoon and while she has been traumatized we expect a full recovery.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11484002-111291010027303763?l=nicandloes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nicandloes.blogspot.com/feeds/111291010027303763/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11484002&amp;postID=111291010027303763' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11484002/posts/default/111291010027303763'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11484002/posts/default/111291010027303763'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nicandloes.blogspot.com/2005/04/rain-and-hills-dont-mix.html' title='Rain and hills don&apos;t mix'/><author><name>Nicole</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07326440243401080390</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11484002.post-111147125776649799</id><published>2005-03-21T21:55:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-03-21T22:03:00.466-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Don't move your bed!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#009900;"&gt;This is the beginning of an era, an era where we tell you all of the stupid crazy stuff we've done and some helpful hints. It'll be great fun!! Just wait and see!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hint #1: Don't move the bed in your dorm room. It can be dangerous and you never know what you'll find. You're in college now, and people do crazy stuff on your bed that, most likely, is best left unknown.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This helpful hint is brought to you by Lauren Baughman who found a used condom behind her bed while trying to find her tweezers. Please keep her in your prayers.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11484002-111147125776649799?l=nicandloes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nicandloes.blogspot.com/feeds/111147125776649799/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11484002&amp;postID=111147125776649799' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11484002/posts/default/111147125776649799'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11484002/posts/default/111147125776649799'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nicandloes.blogspot.com/2005/03/dont-move-your-bed.html' title='Don&apos;t move your bed!'/><author><name>Nicole</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07326440243401080390</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11484002.post-111096029680153469</id><published>2005-03-16T00:03:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-03-16T00:04:56.803-08:00</updated><title type='text'>INTRODUCTION!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#3333ff;"&gt;Alrighty well this is going to be a blog dedicated to telling all of the wisdom that we have acquired during our college years!! WOO FOR COLLEGE YEARS!! Love ya!! Toodles and oodles of love, Nicole and Lauren!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11484002-111096029680153469?l=nicandloes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nicandloes.blogspot.com/feeds/111096029680153469/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11484002&amp;postID=111096029680153469' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11484002/posts/default/111096029680153469'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11484002/posts/default/111096029680153469'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nicandloes.blogspot.com/2005/03/introduction.html' title='INTRODUCTION!!'/><author><name>Nicole</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07326440243401080390</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
