<?xml version="1.0" encoding="utf-8" standalone="yes"?><rdf:RDF xmlns="http://purl.org/rss/1.0/" xmlns:dc="http://purl.org/dc/elements/1.1/" xmlns:sy="http://purl.org/rss/1.0/modules/syndication/" xmlns:rdf="http://www.w3.org/1999/02/22-rdf-syntax-ns#"><channel rdf:about="https://www.blogit.com/Blogs/BlogRss.aspx/DancesWithWords2112"><title>What I Learned in College - Blogit</title><link>https://www.blogit.com/Blogs/Blog.aspx/DancesWithWords2112/</link><description>Short and easy to read tidbits of the great stuff I learned in my four year-long party....er, college, experience...</description><sy:updatePeriod>hourly</sy:updatePeriod><sy:updateFrequency>1</sy:updateFrequency><sy:updateBase>2000-01-01T12:00+00:00</sy:updateBase><items><rdf:Seq><rdf:li resource="https://www.blogit.com/Blogs/Blog.aspx/DancesWithWords2112/109269" /><rdf:li resource="https://www.blogit.com/Blogs/Blog.aspx/DancesWithWords2112/105367" /><rdf:li resource="https://www.blogit.com/Blogs/Blog.aspx/DancesWithWords2112/102369" /><rdf:li resource="https://www.blogit.com/Blogs/Blog.aspx/DancesWithWords2112/93371" /><rdf:li resource="https://www.blogit.com/Blogs/Blog.aspx/DancesWithWords2112/90739" /><rdf:li resource="https://www.blogit.com/Blogs/Blog.aspx/DancesWithWords2112/90732" /><rdf:li resource="https://www.blogit.com/Blogs/Blog.aspx/DancesWithWords2112/88351" /><rdf:li resource="https://www.blogit.com/Blogs/Blog.aspx/DancesWithWords2112/87468" /><rdf:li resource="https://www.blogit.com/Blogs/Blog.aspx/DancesWithWords2112/87358" /><rdf:li resource="https://www.blogit.com/Blogs/Blog.aspx/DancesWithWords2112/86185" /></rdf:Seq></items></channel><item rdf:about="https://www.blogit.com/Blogs/Blog.aspx/DancesWithWords2112/109269"><title>The Meaning of Dreams... Brushing Your Teeth = Blow Job</title><link>https://www.blogit.com/Blogs/Blog.aspx/DancesWithWords2112/109269</link><description>It's true... Don't you notice the similarities? Somewhere I read this dream analysis thingie that divulged: women who dream of brushing their teeth either have a subconscious desire to give a blow job, or something very similar-- I can't remember the exact wording. I think it was Freud.... At any...</description></item><item rdf:about="https://www.blogit.com/Blogs/Blog.aspx/DancesWithWords2112/105367"><title>WARNING: Not House-broken When Drunk...</title><link>https://www.blogit.com/Blogs/Blog.aspx/DancesWithWords2112/105367</link><description>WARNING: Not House-broken When Drunk She came. She drank. She peed. Imagine this: a whole weekend—three amazing days—with a full line-up of rockin’ bands and enough alcohol to inebriate an army…or at least an entire college campus…. Our “Spring Arts” festival began with spiked lemonades, shorts...</description></item><item rdf:about="https://www.blogit.com/Blogs/Blog.aspx/DancesWithWords2112/102369"><title>Fun is More Important...</title><link>https://www.blogit.com/Blogs/Blog.aspx/DancesWithWords2112/102369</link><description>Fun is more important than one test or exam, than one speech or paper, than one night of cramming that can be done in an hour and a half in the morning. Enjoy every last drop because college goes by too damn fast. I miss those days.... Ricebird: Twin-- hope you are livin it up for me!</description></item><item rdf:about="https://www.blogit.com/Blogs/Blog.aspx/DancesWithWords2112/93371"><title>How to Waste Time 101</title><link>https://www.blogit.com/Blogs/Blog.aspx/DancesWithWords2112/93371</link><description>If there was an award for wasting the most time in college, or procrastinating the most, I surely would have won. In fact, I became so good at it that now I truly miss my randomly spaced out naps, my sporadic cookie baking, my jogs, rugby ball tosses, more naps, playing games on the internet,...</description></item><item rdf:about="https://www.blogit.com/Blogs/Blog.aspx/DancesWithWords2112/90739"><title>Ok, Ok... I lied.</title><link>https://www.blogit.com/Blogs/Blog.aspx/DancesWithWords2112/90739</link><description>I lied. I admit it. College was so real that I am actually SCARED SHITLESS now that I am not IN COLLEGE anymore. I miss walking across the hall or down the balcony to my friend's places. Now I face a 1.5 to 2 or 3 hour drive just to SEE A FRIEND IT WOULD HAVE TAKEN LESS THAN A MINUTE TO WALK TO...</description></item><item rdf:about="https://www.blogit.com/Blogs/Blog.aspx/DancesWithWords2112/90732"><title>College is not REAL... it is a figment of your imaGINation</title><link>https://www.blogit.com/Blogs/Blog.aspx/DancesWithWords2112/90732</link><description>Looking back through tired eyes at faded memories, I have finally come to the realization that my days of carefree, footloose fun are behind me. The moments of blurry, drinking fun, "instant californias" and rugby songs are tucked away for safe keeping... at least for now.... I am now in the...</description></item><item rdf:about="https://www.blogit.com/Blogs/Blog.aspx/DancesWithWords2112/88351"><title>Beer is Twice as Good When It's Cold...</title><link>https://www.blogit.com/Blogs/Blog.aspx/DancesWithWords2112/88351</link><description>or FREE... My teammates and I had a real knack for getting free beers at the local college / townie bars. We knew how to be just friendly enough to make some new pals, how to agree to sing a song for karaoke night, but to mention we were not "drunk enough" to sing... that got us pitcher after...</description></item><item rdf:about="https://www.blogit.com/Blogs/Blog.aspx/DancesWithWords2112/87468"><title>Groundhog, Schmoundhog... People Only Go to Punxy for Beer and Festivties</title><link>https://www.blogit.com/Blogs/Blog.aspx/DancesWithWords2112/87468</link><description>The Truth about GH Day... Turns out Groundhog Day is a glorified Tail-Gate Party.... And although I missed out on the festivities when my some of my college roommates decided to turn it into a field trip, I did learn the basics of the day... Apparently, people gather there in TENTS overnight, and...</description></item><item rdf:about="https://www.blogit.com/Blogs/Blog.aspx/DancesWithWords2112/87358"><title>Do Not Let Your Friend Drink the WHOLE WATERMELON on Her Birthday...</title><link>https://www.blogit.com/Blogs/Blog.aspx/DancesWithWords2112/87358</link><description>When soaked with (cheap- aka: disgusting) Vodka, do not allow intoxicated birthday girl to tilt the carved watermelon to her lips cereal-bowl style to drain its remnants. After her "21 birthday spanks" from her crush and some normal party events, she will be home with her roommate, displaying her...</description></item><item rdf:about="https://www.blogit.com/Blogs/Blog.aspx/DancesWithWords2112/86185"><title>When They Say No Puppies, They Mean NO PUPPIES :o(</title><link>https://www.blogit.com/Blogs/Blog.aspx/DancesWithWords2112/86185</link><description>"Your room is Barking"... Always getting myself into trouble--I love adventures and excitement... so my junior year in college-- living in a campus-owned house, I decided on a whim to get a puppy. She was an adorable beagle/sheltie mix, small and the last of her litter. Soo cute - and after...</description></item></rdf:RDF>