<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><rss xmlns:atom='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' version='2.0'><channel><atom:id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19404814</atom:id><lastBuildDate>Wed, 14 May 2008 01:46:47 +0000</lastBuildDate><title>Random Ramblings</title><description/><link>http://www.rozmichelle.com/blog/</link><managingEditor>noreply@blogger.com (rozm!chelle)</managingEditor><generator>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>25</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>25</openSearch:itemsPerPage><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19404814.post-5727799080131490372</guid><pubDate>Sun, 08 Jul 2007 21:27:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2007-07-08T17:28:23.529-04:00</atom:updated><title>inner conversations: part two</title><atom:summary type='text'>heart: it's all your fault.
mind: ...i pray that you aren't actually blaming me so early in the morning.
heart: you are the one who gave her a headache in the middle of the night.
mind: i had nothing to do with it. trust me, it affected me before it affected you.
heart: well, all i know is that she took 2 red pills and now my blood is thinning.
mind: ...it's called aspirin. and, yes, it tends to </atom:summary><link>http://www.rozmichelle.com/blog/2007/07/inner-conversations-part-two.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (rozm!chelle)</author></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19404814.post-2824011593897532369</guid><pubDate>Wed, 04 Jul 2007 18:01:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2007-07-05T12:14:55.966-04:00</atom:updated><title>4th Of July: Whose Independence Is It?</title><atom:summary type='text'>In 1775, thirteen British colonies began fighting for freedom from Britain in the American Revolutionary War, leading to the creation of the Declaration of Independence that has made the Fourth of July so popular. Emerging on July 4th, 1776, this notorious document is the root of America's hypocrisy. Thomas Jefferson himself, known as one of the popular signers of the declaration alongside John </atom:summary><link>http://www.rozmichelle.com/blog/2007/07/4th-of-july-whose-independence-is-it.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (rozm!chelle)</author></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19404814.post-5023608335089135727</guid><pubDate>Sat, 23 Jun 2007 01:45:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2007-06-22T22:32:58.003-04:00</atom:updated><title>inner conversations: part one</title><atom:summary type='text'>heart: i can't believe you really think that you control everything.
mind: what do you mean? i run these parts. i am her thinking engine.
heart: i'd like to see how that matters. she can't live without a pulse. i provide her with that. there's no getting around it.
mind: and so what? she may have blood flow, but without me, she'd have no thoughts. no opinions. she'd simply be a sensitive </atom:summary><link>http://www.rozmichelle.com/blog/2007/06/inner-conversations-part-one.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (rozm!chelle)</author></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19404814.post-3158850979803368094</guid><pubDate>Thu, 17 May 2007 02:40:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2007-05-16T22:50:17.848-04:00</atom:updated><title>the world has gone mad!!</title><atom:summary type='text'>ok. it's been a while. but the time has come for me to vent. i just realized three ANNOYING things today. for one, my faaaaaaaavorite perfume in the whole wide world--and the ONLY fragrance that I wear and have been wearing for the past 6 years--has been discontinued!!! it is called Ici, a french perfume....and i'd drop-kick somebody to get another bottle cuz mine is low now. *sniff.*

iiiin </atom:summary><link>http://www.rozmichelle.com/blog/2007/05/world-has-gone-mad.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (rozm!chelle)</author></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19404814.post-116725929954875514</guid><pubDate>Wed, 27 Dec 2006 22:11:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2006-12-27T20:51:51.206-05:00</atom:updated><title>Dreamgirls</title><atom:summary type='text'>
See, I don't think the world quite understands.

Dreamgirls is simply one of the BEST films I have seen in years. A replica of the popular Broadway play from decades ago, this film is simply spectacular. Starring singer Beyonce Knowles, Jamie Foxx, Eddie Murphy, Danny Glover, and former American Idol finalist Jennifer Hudson, the cast and the music are what make this such a success. The songs </atom:summary><link>http://www.rozmichelle.com/blog/2006/12/dreamgirls.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (rozm!chelle)</author></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19404814.post-116681240611572627</guid><pubDate>Fri, 22 Dec 2006 18:32:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2006-12-22T13:36:17.266-05:00</atom:updated><title>Everyday People</title><atom:summary type='text'>I feel like the whole world has something to say about my actions and decisions. But why is this? Why can’t a young lady who is trying to be beautiful while striving for success, appreciation, respect, love, truth, and whatever else she desires in life just live in peace with out the nonsense, the criticism, the hassle, the badgering, the headache? And why do these words even exist? I mean, I </atom:summary><link>http://www.rozmichelle.com/blog/2006/12/everyday-people.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (rozm!chelle)</author></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19404814.post-116487460045628435</guid><pubDate>Thu, 30 Nov 2006 08:16:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2006-11-30T03:37:37.110-05:00</atom:updated><title>freshwater fish</title><atom:summary type='text'>On the second episode ever of The Cosby Show, Dr. Huxtable describes little Rudy's discovery of what would become her first pet fish. At the store, in a tank with ten thousand other fish, Rudy picks out Lamont, her choice of the bunch. The fisherman then proceeds to catch the fish, bagging and sealing him appropriately, then attempting to hand the fish to Rudy who replied, "That's not him." The </atom:summary><link>http://www.rozmichelle.com/blog/2006/11/freshwater-fish.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (rozm!chelle)</author></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19404814.post-115992345167715436</guid><pubDate>Wed, 04 Oct 2006 00:55:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2006-10-03T21:01:50.606-04:00</atom:updated><title>natural</title><atom:summary type='text'>if a newborn star can shoot its glimmering rays through the stratospheres of the earth, pierce through the smog of sins, and smash into the waters of our land, and if i can see that twinkle of light trapped so innocently in the ripple of a wind-kissed river, flickering playfully with the prettiest blues of the spectrum, then i know i have witnessed one of life's most precious moments. it takes a </atom:summary><link>http://www.rozmichelle.com/blog/2006/10/natural.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (rozm!chelle)</author></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19404814.post-115932653580583699</guid><pubDate>Wed, 27 Sep 2006 02:52:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2006-11-28T01:21:06.903-05:00</atom:updated><title>for the Mothers of the earth.</title><atom:summary type='text'>my heart beats with my history.  shaped like africa. chisled out of flesh thick and smooth, so red and rich that iron condensed soil couldn't give birth to the roots i produce. the nile, long and neverending, pumps its glittery waters through the depths of my veins, the source of my strength and the existence of my pain, emptying itself into the mediterranean waters of my soul, replenishing my </atom:summary><link>http://www.rozmichelle.com/blog/2006/09/for-mothers-of-earth.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (rozm!chelle)</author></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19404814.post-115860719344801818</guid><pubDate>Mon, 18 Sep 2006 18:46:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2006-09-18T15:25:35.926-04:00</atom:updated><title>boxability</title><atom:summary type='text'>imagine you are placed into a black box. you aren't aware of your environment, and your eyes are subconsciously shut; you don't realize that your pupils are sheltered because it is too dark inside of the box for you to even notice. you aren't afraid, nor are you uneasy. you feel as if you belong there because the walls, although made of an onyx that you can't experience, are radiating with warmth</atom:summary><link>http://www.rozmichelle.com/blog/2006/09/boxability.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (rozm!chelle)</author></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19404814.post-115826532974817575</guid><pubDate>Thu, 14 Sep 2006 19:45:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2006-09-15T02:35:48.880-04:00</atom:updated><title>ringtones</title><atom:summary type='text'>It's funny that the inspiration for this post is actually the result of numerous hours spent on hacking into my phone so that I could get away with not paying for ringtones. I just got a new phone on Sunday, the Verizon "V", and let me be the first to tell you that this phone has brought SO much joy to my life. So much, in fact, that I find myself getting excited with every phone call because I </atom:summary><link>http://www.rozmichelle.com/blog/2006/09/ringtones.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (rozm!chelle)</author></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19404814.post-115673808407938014</guid><pubDate>Mon, 28 Aug 2006 03:02:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2006-08-28T00:43:12.153-04:00</atom:updated><title>crUsh</title><atom:summary type='text'>i have spent too many nights and wasted too many pills of tylenol wondering why men act the way they do and have spent a highly disappointing chunk of my post-high school life trying to figure out if a guy really REALLY likes me. But over the years, I've collected a good amount of tests that more or less indicate whether a man truly is feeling you...or if he is interested in having a horizontally</atom:summary><link>http://www.rozmichelle.com/blog/2006/08/crush.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (rozm!chelle)</author></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19404814.post-115510085380432511</guid><pubDate>Wed, 09 Aug 2006 05:18:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2006-11-30T03:42:13.260-05:00</atom:updated><title>DST National Convention</title><atom:summary type='text'>Day 1
my flight to philly was at 6:15 am. *sigh* i definitely didn't sleep last night, and i almost missed my flight. but i made it, wearing my red and white and sporting my black Delta bag. In case you didn't know, i'm in philly from today till wed. for my sorority's 48th convention. i got off the plane and thought my luggage was lost, but i found it on some random belt that wasn't the one </atom:summary><link>http://www.rozmichelle.com/blog/2006/08/dst-national-convention.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (rozm!chelle)</author></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19404814.post-115384624167113892</guid><pubDate>Tue, 25 Jul 2006 14:53:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2006-07-25T13:01:50.600-04:00</atom:updated><title>The Principles of Hugging.</title><atom:summary type='text'>it's not that i'm immune to kisses. it's not that i'm far removed from hand shakes. i've just found, in a recent encounter with strong arms and a tight grip, that hugs must be the world's most pleasant human encounter out of all the simple ways to greet others. a hand shake is too impersonal; a kiss on the cheek reads sweet but not loving; a kiss on the lips is usually a silent definition of </atom:summary><link>http://www.rozmichelle.com/blog/2006/07/principles-of-hugging.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (rozm!chelle)</author></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19404814.post-115379645358158504</guid><pubDate>Tue, 25 Jul 2006 03:00:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2006-07-25T10:50:33.940-04:00</atom:updated><title>The Five Categories of Male Classification</title><atom:summary type='text'>ok, back by popular demand...cuz people keep tellin me how much they love it on myspace... here it is!!!!


I have a theory that every man who is not a relative in a woman's life can be classified into one of five categories. They are in order of emotional commitment, with the last category being the most crucial:

1. The associate.
2. The friend.
3. The lover (AKA the Jump-off; take your pick).
</atom:summary><link>http://www.rozmichelle.com/blog/2006/07/five-categories-of-male-classification.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (rozm!chelle)</author></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19404814.post-115349023723473845</guid><pubDate>Fri, 21 Jul 2006 13:52:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2006-07-21T09:57:17.236-04:00</atom:updated><title>two one</title><atom:summary type='text'>so i'm 21 now. and upon waking up the next morning (well, the next day because I definitely wasn't up in the morning) after a successful night of fun at a miami club with my girlz, i realized that it didn't really make that much of a difference. sure, i can go wherever I want and buy alcohol, but i was already able to get into my favorite clubs and i hardly drink alcohol anyway (unless you count </atom:summary><link>http://www.rozmichelle.com/blog/2006/07/two-one.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (rozm!chelle)</author></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19404814.post-115233540395253853</guid><pubDate>Sat, 08 Jul 2006 04:29:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2006-07-21T09:51:56.823-04:00</atom:updated><title>random!!!!</title><atom:summary type='text'>okay, i apologize in advance for not feeling like writing a bunch of coherent sentences. thus, i figured I'd write a list of random-azz statements that have been flashing through my brain lately. this will give you a pretty damn good idea of just how much i think about in a day.
eminem is one angry dude. i am listening to my brother blast it defiantly through his poor desktop speakers. the moment</atom:summary><link>http://www.rozmichelle.com/blog/2006/07/random.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (rozm!chelle)</author></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19404814.post-115013970755934037</guid><pubDate>Mon, 12 Jun 2006 18:33:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2006-07-05T10:58:28.510-04:00</atom:updated><title>L!PS</title><atom:summary type='text'>...I think only I could wake up one morning and manage to successfully run into my mirrored closet door without knowing fully what happened. The result of this escapade? A bloody lip that I didn't notice until I figured out exactly why I was in pain when I instinctively ran to the bathroom mirror. So there I am with a gash inside my lip, and five minutes later, without the aid of the ice I tried </atom:summary><link>http://www.rozmichelle.com/blog/2006/06/lps.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (rozm!chelle)</author></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19404814.post-114978251068717124</guid><pubDate>Thu, 08 Jun 2006 15:41:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2006-06-09T00:08:36.606-04:00</atom:updated><title>UPDATE!!!</title><atom:summary type='text'>...ok. so it's been a while...only 6 months but who's counting? i apologize for not updating this in a while, so here it goes: my life in the last 6 months. My last post was in December as you can see...I went to Jamaica at the end of winter break in January and then came home for a few days before heading back to Cornell. At the beginning of the semester, I was focused on my schoolwork and </atom:summary><link>http://www.rozmichelle.com/blog/2006/06/update_08.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (rozm!chelle)</author></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19404814.post-113366118506660044</guid><pubDate>Sun, 04 Dec 2005 01:52:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2005-12-03T20:54:46.436-05:00</atom:updated><title>2127.</title><atom:summary type='text'>I have a long list of things I have to do before Dec. 12th, when I go home to Florida for six lovely weeks. Yesterday was the last day of classes (yesssss). VERY happy 'bout that. As for my life...I'm tired. I'm busy. I'm broke. Thus not too many optimistic thoughts come to mind when these three evils plague my existence. Nevertheless, I leave no room to complain. Thus I conclude that, hey, I'm </atom:summary><link>http://www.rozmichelle.com/blog/2005/12/2127_03.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (rozm!chelle)</author></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19404814.post-113356756014733365</guid><pubDate>Fri, 02 Dec 2005 23:51:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2005-12-03T01:30:23.570-05:00</atom:updated><title>The Genius of Google</title><atom:summary type='text'> As promised yesterday, I will now begin my appraisal of Google, the internet kingdom that has taken over the world.

And so it began, in September of 1998: the creation of what would become one of the most visited sites in the country (dare I say the in the world). But unbeknownst to millions of googlers across the globe, there is so (SOOOO) much more to Google than what meets the eye when you </atom:summary><link>http://www.rozmichelle.com/blog/2005/12/genius-of-google.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (rozm!chelle)</author></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19404814.post-113349273238679668</guid><pubDate>Fri, 02 Dec 2005 03:04:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2006-07-10T19:45:49.980-04:00</atom:updated><title>Thanksgiving Recap</title><atom:summary type='text'>Many people don't appreciate Thanksgiving. I have lots to be thankful for, but my Thanksgiving this year was extra special. For one, I got to meet my Mom's side of the family, which NEVER happens. But even more than that, I learned so much about my history, both anscestral and historical. So much of my family and anscestors live in the small (smaaaaaaall) town of Cameron, South Carolina, a place </atom:summary><link>http://www.rozmichelle.com/blog/2005/12/thanksgiving-recap.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (rozm!chelle)</author></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19404814.post-113340867055093043</guid><pubDate>Thu, 01 Dec 2005 03:07:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2005-11-30T22:52:31.860-05:00</atom:updated><title>Daily Doses of Bullshit.</title><atom:summary type='text'> CANCER Horoscope for today: "Don't be afraid to be picky about the people with whom you are spending time. So much can be established with like-minded individuals. Put time aside to have a little fun."

...according to horoscope.com. I mean, I am cool with the whole astrology thing, but who comes up with this shit? Do people sit at their computers from 9 to 5 and write random shit so that </atom:summary><link>http://www.rozmichelle.com/blog/2005/11/daily-doses-of-bullshit.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (rozm!chelle)</author></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19404814.post-113330188793491217</guid><pubDate>Tue, 29 Nov 2005 21:16:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2005-11-29T18:02:25.626-05:00</atom:updated><title>*Bitch* Redefined.</title><atom:summary type='text'>1. bitch n : a malicious, spiteful, or overbearing woman 2. bitch vb : complain [Definition compliments of the Merriam-Webster Dictionary.]If you need to hear it from me, maybe because it was spreading through some rumor-infested vine or because you saw certain actions of mine that made you think this is true, then yes. I am mad at men. And I don't have a problem with it either.Now, I do not like</atom:summary><link>http://www.rozmichelle.com/blog/2005/11/bitch-redefined.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (rozm!chelle)</author></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19404814.post-113324093301515027</guid><pubDate>Tue, 29 Nov 2005 04:20:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2006-07-10T21:01:31.933-04:00</atom:updated><title>The Introduction.</title><atom:summary type='text'>Before I start my general ranting, I feel the need to clarify some things. After all, this blog is a twisted attempt for me to vent, although by default I will have friends as well as strangers trying to analyze me in the process. Point 1. I am not here to entertain you. But if I happen to get a giggle out of you in the process, then fine. But I am not an entertainer; I am a student. Thus, I am </atom:summary><link>http://www.rozmichelle.com/blog/2005/11/introduction.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (rozm!chelle)</author></item></channel></rss>