<?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-4052460</id><updated>2011-04-21T23:25:40.218-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Dazed Blog Thoughts</title><subtitle type='html'>Thanks for reading my blog - Daze</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://daayzee.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4052460/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://daayzee.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Daisy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18098797860015126028</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>8</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4052460.post-93090277</id><published>2003-04-22T23:53:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-04-22T23:53:52.260-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>My stay at Laurier was awkward. The ppl there were rather cold/snobbish, compared to Western. I had to stay there for the entire day, wandering around town. This was because I had my audition + interview @ 12 something and I wrote my theory test @ around 5, due to the silly fire alarm drill. Nothing much to see. I dunno why I'm being so negative about Laurier. The atmosphere wasn't "there" I guess - do I make sense?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They videotaped my audition. Funny how they placed the camcorder on the ground *go figure - they wanna tape my feet when I pedal?*. The adjudicators were quite dead. All they did after my audition was go on and on about their program. Then, I had to see another person for the "real" interview. No-brainer questions asked. The vibe that I was getting felt like they could care less about you. Well, I could care less about Laurier too, (all because of Western, heh heh). I asked some questions about the music + admin option, and the guy couldn't even answer them. whatsupwiththat?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyhoo, I don't mind if I don't get accepted. I'm just glad that the audition is over with. I could have skipped the audition in the first place. Oh wells. It's good to see another university anyway.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4052460-93090277?l=daayzee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4052460/posts/default/93090277'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4052460/posts/default/93090277'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://daayzee.blogspot.com/2003_04_01_archive.html#93090277' title=''/><author><name>Daisy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18098797860015126028</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-4052460.post-92064001</id><published>2003-04-05T19:51:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-04-27T09:40:30.000-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;i&gt;Who's going to &lt;a href="http://www.uwo.ca" target="_blank"&gt;UWO&lt;/a&gt;?&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;MEEEEEEEEEEEEE&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes I know I know, I'm still waiting for the "official" offer of admission, but they sent me a letter indicating that they're waiting for my marks, probably from mid-term. If they're satisfactory, the &lt;b&gt;real&lt;/b&gt; offer of admission of letter will be sent to me in a few weeks. So basically, the Faculty of Music's Admissions ppl sent a recommendation to the Admissions Office, telling them that I'm to be &lt;b&gt;admitted&lt;/b&gt; to MAS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sorry if the above doesn't flow. Believe you me, it still hasn't hit me yet that I'm pretty much accepted to &lt;font color="cc99cc"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Western&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt; - and I'm getting an &lt;b&gt;early acceptance&lt;/b&gt; too.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4052460-92064001?l=daayzee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4052460/posts/default/92064001'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4052460/posts/default/92064001'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://daayzee.blogspot.com/2003_04_01_archive.html#92064001' title=''/><author><name>Daisy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18098797860015126028</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-4052460.post-91669538</id><published>2003-03-30T17:47:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-03-30T17:47:58.420-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I'm &lt;b&gt;soooooo&lt;/b&gt; PMSing, it's not funny. I've been eating and sleeping and eating and sleeping and not focusing. I &lt;b&gt;hate&lt;/b&gt; that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Grrrrrrrrrrrr&lt;/i&gt;. Stay away.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4052460-91669538?l=daayzee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4052460/posts/default/91669538'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4052460/posts/default/91669538'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://daayzee.blogspot.com/2003_03_01_archive.html#91669538' title=''/><author><name>Daisy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18098797860015126028</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-4052460.post-91578323</id><published>2003-03-28T20:25:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-03-30T17:44:17.000-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I'm &lt;b&gt;SO&lt;/b&gt; turned off. I'm F-ing grossed out. The situation's getting more lame than it should be. I've heard enough. I've learned enough. I &lt;b&gt;really&lt;/b&gt; regret my decision, changing my mind last minute. I don't care if I come off as a b!tch now, b/c that's how things are suppose to be.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4052460-91578323?l=daayzee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4052460/posts/default/91578323'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4052460/posts/default/91578323'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://daayzee.blogspot.com/2003_03_01_archive.html#91578323' title=''/><author><name>Daisy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18098797860015126028</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-4052460.post-91329051</id><published>2003-03-25T00:53:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-03-27T22:29:03.000-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I LOVE UWO =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Spent the past weekend in London, and I had a great time at the university. I met some great students and I love the Faculty of Music. The interview and the test went well. The test was rather challenging to my surprise, but I got through it. I hate myself for thinking too much about the interview at the moment. Please please PLEASE pick me. 10 out of 52 applicants. 1 in 5 chances. I hope they offer early acceptances, but I'll have to wait for a month. &lt;b&gt;I wanna be a MAS student!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, the town is rather dead. My goodness. But I had a good stay at the hotel :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5-hour recording session @ band today. Crazy times.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Man, so many things that I heard today had an effect on my "decision". I'm so slow - it seems like the whole friggin school knows about the situation, it's hilarious. I dunno I dunno I dunno.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me sleepy (LoL). Just came back from Jack Astor's. Feels gross to gain weight b/c I lost 4 lbs during my weekend @ London --&gt; Go Me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sorry for the lack of updates!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4052460-91329051?l=daayzee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4052460/posts/default/91329051'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4052460/posts/default/91329051'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://daayzee.blogspot.com/2003_03_01_archive.html#91329051' title=''/><author><name>Daisy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18098797860015126028</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-4052460.post-86910124</id><published>2003-01-04T00:50:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-01-04T00:50:28.520-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Who is &lt;b&gt;THE&lt;/b&gt; loser of the day?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;--&gt; ME &lt;--&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why? Here's the story of her day:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;Bad weather conditions&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;Daisy drove in such bad weather conditions&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;Daisy lost control of car and skidded off the road, crashing into a backyard fence&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;Daisy had to do some major waiting and it was freezing cold&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;Daisy needs money to pay for all the damages&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;Daisy has been thinking too much about it and if she thinks about it any more, she'll become mentally scarred&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Why do stupid things happen to me so often, and I can't seem to do anything about it?&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And everything happens for a reason.&lt;br /&gt;Simply put, I'm just plain stupid in the first place.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4052460-86910124?l=daayzee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4052460/posts/default/86910124'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4052460/posts/default/86910124'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://daayzee.blogspot.com/2003_01_01_archive.html#86910124' title=''/><author><name>Daisy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18098797860015126028</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-4052460.post-86686831</id><published>2002-12-30T01:14:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2002-12-30T22:19:54.000-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Boo, it's Monday already.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Still staying up late thinking and thinking and thinking... hw wise unfortunately&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saturday was a weird day... &lt;b&gt;really&lt;/b&gt; weird. Some dude in the subway creeped me out. He kept on complimenting me, but thank goodness I had a book, so I started reading. I thought he was gonna follow me, but he left just 2 stops before I did. So, I get out of the subway, making my way to &lt;b&gt;*gasp*&lt;/b&gt; Long and McQuade, and then the ice/snow on the roof melted and fell right on top of me &lt;b&gt;dead on&lt;/b&gt;. Bad omen? I dunno.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are so many ppl running around Long and McQuade. It's scary. They have 3 separate big-ass sections of the store, which takes up the entire block.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was simply a weird weird day. It may not sound like it, but it was weird to me. Speaking of the Saturday, I haven't had a Saturday off in 4 months. No wonder it was a weird day. I'm being repetitive. I know. It's been a weird day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font face="comic sans ms"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;[ - - - - - - - ]&lt;br /&gt;Where are you?&lt;br /&gt;Yes I admit, I miss you.&lt;br /&gt;Hopefully we'll see each other before you go.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4052460-86686831?l=daayzee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4052460/posts/default/86686831'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4052460/posts/default/86686831'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://daayzee.blogspot.com/2002_12_01_archive.html#86686831' title=''/><author><name>Daisy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18098797860015126028</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-4052460.post-86574493</id><published>2002-12-26T23:43:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2002-12-30T22:20:28.000-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Omfgoodness... I'm actually grossed out from shopping today - didn't get much either :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyhoo, more details later - I can't believe I'm starting blog even though I should be working on ISUs and essays and all that :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Geez, this is a rather pessimistic 1st blog entry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Heh heh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Daisy&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4052460-86574493?l=daayzee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4052460/posts/default/86574493'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4052460/posts/default/86574493'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://daayzee.blogspot.com/2002_12_01_archive.html#86574493' title=''/><author><name>Daisy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18098797860015126028</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>
