<?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-19130366</id><updated>2011-04-21T14:08:18.991-07:00</updated><title type='text'>25 years later...</title><subtitle type='html'>...and now here I am, a single gal living it up in our nation's capital.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://25yearslater.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19130366/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://25yearslater.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Jenny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18317022755973231145</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>5</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19130366.post-113831050311678511</id><published>2006-01-26T13:20:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-01-26T13:21:43.136-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5771/1887/1600/lomo.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5771/1887/200/lomo.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19130366-113831050311678511?l=25yearslater.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://25yearslater.blogspot.com/feeds/113831050311678511/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19130366&amp;postID=113831050311678511' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19130366/posts/default/113831050311678511'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19130366/posts/default/113831050311678511'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://25yearslater.blogspot.com/2006/01/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>Jenny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18317022755973231145</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-19130366.post-113276510825512270</id><published>2005-11-23T12:06:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-11-23T09:02:46.930-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Photoshop Experiment 2</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5771/1887/1600/gena2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5771/1887/400/gena2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19130366-113276510825512270?l=25yearslater.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://25yearslater.blogspot.com/feeds/113276510825512270/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19130366&amp;postID=113276510825512270' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19130366/posts/default/113276510825512270'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19130366/posts/default/113276510825512270'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://25yearslater.blogspot.com/2005/11/photoshop-experiment-2.html' title='Photoshop Experiment 2'/><author><name>Jenny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18317022755973231145</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-19130366.post-113272343822348901</id><published>2005-11-23T00:21:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-11-23T09:02:21.540-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Photoshop Experiment</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5771/1887/1600/steve.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5771/1887/400/steve.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19130366-113272343822348901?l=25yearslater.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://25yearslater.blogspot.com/feeds/113272343822348901/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19130366&amp;postID=113272343822348901' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19130366/posts/default/113272343822348901'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19130366/posts/default/113272343822348901'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://25yearslater.blogspot.com/2005/11/photoshop-experiment.html' title='Photoshop Experiment'/><author><name>Jenny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18317022755973231145</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-19130366.post-113269488847017134</id><published>2005-11-22T17:03:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-11-22T14:07:07.953-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Tech Junky</title><content type='html'>I would not be able to function in today's society without these key items: the Internet, TV, my I-pod, my digital camera and my cell phone (Oh, and cigarettes. But I'm addicted to them so there's not much I can do about that)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's interesting because I never considered myself one for all this technology. For example, my family didn't get a computer until way after all the normal people did. And when we finally got one, and I was introduced to this crazy World Wide Web, I didn't pay much heed to it because I didn't really get what it was about. Emails? What were they? I was clueless about cyberspace, so I just stuck with writing letters and doing research at the library.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you read my &lt;em&gt;50 Things About Me&lt;/em&gt; list, you'd also know that I didn't catch on to the IM craze until I was a junior in college (which is probably why I still get so excited about it and overuse smiley faces and LOL). And I didn't get a cell phone until way after everyone else did.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I realized the other day, when the Internet was down in my office for the whole day, that I am completely and utterly addicted to all things techy. I am obsessed with technology! I am a tech junky. In some form or another, it takes up all of my waking hours. And it's kind of scary, because I don't think I could live without it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's a typical day in the life of Jenny:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Wake up.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Walk to work while listening to my I-pod.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Stare at the computer while at work. For eight hours, I keep myself busy on IM, gmail, Flickr, The Washington Post, the New York Times, Pitchfork, Craigslsit, and Photoshop.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Walk home while listening to my I-pod.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Watch TV.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Maybe talk on the phone to my mom or send a text message.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Watch TV.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Go to sleep.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;Do you see what I mean?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Technology rules my life.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19130366-113269488847017134?l=25yearslater.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://25yearslater.blogspot.com/feeds/113269488847017134/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19130366&amp;postID=113269488847017134' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19130366/posts/default/113269488847017134'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19130366/posts/default/113269488847017134'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://25yearslater.blogspot.com/2005/11/tech-junky.html' title='Tech Junky'/><author><name>Jenny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18317022755973231145</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-19130366.post-113243242618077009</id><published>2005-11-21T05:04:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-11-22T11:01:32.930-08:00</updated><title type='text'>50 things about me</title><content type='html'>&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;Even though I hate pink, I have a pink cell phone and a pink I-pod case.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I am a shopaholic. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I believe in karma. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I would love one day to have my entire house done feng shui style. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;My bedroom has one wall that is exposed brick, which I am obsessed with. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I have had a twin bed until only three months ago, when my mom decided it was time for her 25-year-old daughter to upgrade to a full size. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I pluck my eybrows almost every other day. &lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5771/1887/1600/ipod.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5771/1887/200/ipod.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;My I-pod has almost 2,000 songs, but I only listen to the same five artists over and over again (Fiona Apple, Broken Social Scene, Sufjan Stevens, TV on the Radio, Built to Spill). &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I saw Fidel Castro give a four-hour speech in Cuba. What it was about -- I have no idea. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Every year around Christmas, my mom and I make dozens upon dozens of Christmas cookies (See #12). &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;If I were a crayon, I would be green. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;When I was 12, my friend and I ate almost all of the Christmas cookies in one night. The next day, my mom made me bake them again because we had none to give away. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I read my horoscope on MSN and in the Washington Post everyday. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I am not very good at keeping in touch with people. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I don't like when people ask me, why are you so quite? Freakin chill! Why are you so loud? &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;If Lauren was a boy, she would be my boyfriend. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I get tan very easily, but in the winter I get freakin white as a ghost. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I used to know almost every word of Terminator 2, and I have no idea why. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I detest cinammon flavored gum. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;If I ever have a daughter, I would like her to take ballet lessons. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;When I was 16, I figured I would have been married and had one kid on the way by now. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I don't like to talk on the phone, except to my mom. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Sometimes I find showering annoying and wish I didn't have to. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I have had my driver's side window smashed in three times. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I drove a green Neon in high school and named it Jayda. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I often think about what store I would choose for my wedding registry. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;If I have learned anything in lfe, it is to do what makes you happy and follow your heart; screw what everyone else thinks. &lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5771/1887/1600/feet2.1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5771/1887/200/feet2.1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I think Havaianas are the best flip-flops. I almost cried when I thought I lost one on a bus in Costa Rica.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I like my steak meduim rare. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;My mom always told me, "never trust a man who doesn't drink." This is very true.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I overuse ellipses (....) when I'm writing emails and on IM. And I use them the incorrectly. Ellipses are used to indicate an omission, especially of letters or words. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I don't know how to type correctly. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I got into the IM craze years after everyone else. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I never in a million years thought I would go back to school, but I am going next year for a degree in graphic design. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;You will never see my hands without rings. The only time I take them off is in the shower. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I wish I had cooler handwriting. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I have never seen the Sound of Music. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I have seen two shooting stars in my life. One on the beach in Costa Rica; one when I was standing in line for the Haunted forrest around this past Halloween. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I've touched the water at the Cape of Good Hope. It was freezing. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I celebrated my 21st birthday in Singapore. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I don't get people who haven't seen Goonies. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I would like to visit, in no particular order: Austin, TX, Mexico City, Israel, Greenland, Prague, Egypt. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I sailed around the world on a cruise ship with about 300 students from across the country. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I throw away pennies sometimes when I clean my room. &lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5771/1887/1600/me4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5771/1887/200/me4.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I am 3/4 Polish, 1/4 Cuban. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I lived in South Jersey, right outside Philly, until I was 11. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I used to be addicted to peanut butter and chocolate chip sandwiches when I was in high school. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I think it would be cool to be a mermaid. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I rarely put sunblock on, and know I will regret it when my skin becomes gross and leathery. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;People think I'm half Asian.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I like my steak meduim rare.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19130366-113243242618077009?l=25yearslater.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://25yearslater.blogspot.com/feeds/113243242618077009/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19130366&amp;postID=113243242618077009' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19130366/posts/default/113243242618077009'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19130366/posts/default/113243242618077009'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://25yearslater.blogspot.com/2005/11/50-things-about-me.html' title='50 things about me'/><author><name>Jenny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18317022755973231145</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></feed>
