<?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-7449092</id><updated>2011-09-08T17:43:36.744-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Zita's Little World</title><subtitle type='html'>Just a random series of thoughts that run through my head.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zitadube.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7449092/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zitadube.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7449092/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Zita Dube</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11428900201617145520</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bb.bebo.com/bb/medium/2005042002/4381791a5964487b552096205m.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>112</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7449092.post-2315646876167427177</id><published>2007-01-09T19:07:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2007-01-09T19:07:52.230-07:00</updated><title type='text'>This can only mean trouble...</title><summary type='text'>More internet wackiness to distract from my schooling....Facebook me!</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zitadube.blogspot.com/feeds/2315646876167427177/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7449092&amp;postID=2315646876167427177&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7449092/posts/default/2315646876167427177'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7449092/posts/default/2315646876167427177'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zitadube.blogspot.com/2007/01/this-can-only-mean-trouble.html' title='This can only mean trouble...'/><author><name>Zita Dube</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11428900201617145520</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bb.bebo.com/bb/medium/2005042002/4381791a5964487b552096205m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7449092.post-1405100539943199393</id><published>2006-12-24T14:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-12-24T15:11:09.861-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Reflections of 2006</title><summary type='text'>Well, once again the year is wrapping up- some things are coming to an end, some things are just beginning...I figure this year, as monumentous as it was, is worth noting so that one day I can look back and remember that I survived 2006.January-April: There really is no other way to remember these months aside from the fact that I was sick. This kind of controlled every aspect of my life. </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zitadube.blogspot.com/feeds/1405100539943199393/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7449092&amp;postID=1405100539943199393&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7449092/posts/default/1405100539943199393'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7449092/posts/default/1405100539943199393'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zitadube.blogspot.com/2006/12/reflections-of-2006.html' title='Reflections of 2006'/><author><name>Zita Dube</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11428900201617145520</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bb.bebo.com/bb/medium/2005042002/4381791a5964487b552096205m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7449092.post-116607821279143732</id><published>2006-12-13T23:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-12-13T23:38:01.530-07:00</updated><title type='text'>More 2006</title><summary type='text'>So the second of my annual "end of the year quizzes" follows. Last year's answers are in brackets. Let's see if I've changed at all...for better or for worse...Zita- 2006 version.Name three names you go by:1) Baby - but only by Jason(Zita-bot)2) Zita (Zed.)3) Wonder Butt- long story (Zita)Name three screen names you've had (this hasn't changed)1) PrimaDonna_KAD (my first screen name- I was 12)2) </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zitadube.blogspot.com/feeds/116607821279143732/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7449092&amp;postID=116607821279143732&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7449092/posts/default/116607821279143732'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7449092/posts/default/116607821279143732'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zitadube.blogspot.com/2006/12/more-2006.html' title='More 2006'/><author><name>Zita Dube</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11428900201617145520</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bb.bebo.com/bb/medium/2005042002/4381791a5964487b552096205m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7449092.post-116598649597340767</id><published>2006-12-12T22:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-12-12T22:10:39.493-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Jason and I at his Christmas Party on December 3, 2006. Damn we're cute!My baby, the Viking! JASON SMASH!!!Jason and Skippy at BPs after Skippy's surgery. He's a scary, scary man!</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zitadube.blogspot.com/feeds/116598649597340767/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7449092&amp;postID=116598649597340767&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7449092/posts/default/116598649597340767'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7449092/posts/default/116598649597340767'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zitadube.blogspot.com/2006/12/jason-and-i-at-his-christmas-party-on.html' title=''/><author><name>Zita Dube</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11428900201617145520</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bb.bebo.com/bb/medium/2005042002/4381791a5964487b552096205m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7449092.post-116598630363139577</id><published>2006-12-12T21:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-12-12T22:05:03.650-07:00</updated><title type='text'>2006 in recap</title><summary type='text'>So as the year (from hell in some ways, and from heaven in others...) draws to an end, I am compelled to once again follow in my yearly quiz tradition. Here's 2006 in recap. 1) What did you do in 2006 that you'd never done before?Worked full time while going to school...ouch2) Did you keep your New Years resolutions, and will you make more for next year? I can't remember my New Year's resolutions</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zitadube.blogspot.com/feeds/116598630363139577/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7449092&amp;postID=116598630363139577&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7449092/posts/default/116598630363139577'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7449092/posts/default/116598630363139577'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zitadube.blogspot.com/2006/12/2006-in-recap.html' title='2006 in recap'/><author><name>Zita Dube</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11428900201617145520</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bb.bebo.com/bb/medium/2005042002/4381791a5964487b552096205m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7449092.post-116225897803345301</id><published>2006-10-30T18:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-30T18:42:58.050-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'></summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zitadube.blogspot.com/feeds/116225897803345301/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7449092&amp;postID=116225897803345301&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7449092/posts/default/116225897803345301'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7449092/posts/default/116225897803345301'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zitadube.blogspot.com/2006/10/which-fantasyscifi-character-are-you.html' title=''/><author><name>Zita Dube</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11428900201617145520</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bb.bebo.com/bb/medium/2005042002/4381791a5964487b552096205m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7449092.post-116216778457507807</id><published>2006-10-29T17:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-29T17:23:04.576-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Hallowe'en 2005</title><summary type='text'></summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zitadube.blogspot.com/feeds/116216778457507807/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7449092&amp;postID=116216778457507807&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7449092/posts/default/116216778457507807'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7449092/posts/default/116216778457507807'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zitadube.blogspot.com/2006/10/halloween-2005.html' title='Hallowe&apos;en 2005'/><author><name>Zita Dube</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11428900201617145520</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bb.bebo.com/bb/medium/2005042002/4381791a5964487b552096205m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7449092.post-116216729492853429</id><published>2006-10-29T16:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-29T17:14:55.136-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Best Night Of My LIfe</title><summary type='text'>So yesterday was our one year anniversary, for whatever that's worth! And it was hands down the best day I can remember ever having. But it happened in a way that only seems possible to Jason and I. Man, weird things happen to us. As Krystal would say, what do you expect when two random people start dating? Random things happen to them!Jason had bought hockey tickets for last night. He did so </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zitadube.blogspot.com/feeds/116216729492853429/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7449092&amp;postID=116216729492853429&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7449092/posts/default/116216729492853429'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7449092/posts/default/116216729492853429'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zitadube.blogspot.com/2006/10/best-night-of-my-life.html' title='The Best Night Of My LIfe'/><author><name>Zita Dube</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11428900201617145520</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bb.bebo.com/bb/medium/2005042002/4381791a5964487b552096205m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7449092.post-116216321837432952</id><published>2006-10-29T15:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-29T16:06:58.496-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Stupid quizzes pass the time</title><summary type='text'>THE CANS:Can you blow a bubble?: sure can.Can you dance? depends on who you ask I guess, but I don't look totally ridiculousCan you do a cart wheel? yup. Yay gymnastics!Can you tie a cherry stem with your mouth? I'm an expert cherry tier!Can you touch your toes? yup. Head and shoulders knees and toes...Can you whistle? sort of but I'm no Roger WhitakerCan you wiggle your ears? noCan you wiggle </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zitadube.blogspot.com/feeds/116216321837432952/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7449092&amp;postID=116216321837432952&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7449092/posts/default/116216321837432952'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7449092/posts/default/116216321837432952'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zitadube.blogspot.com/2006/10/stupid-quizzes-pass-time.html' title='Stupid quizzes pass the time'/><author><name>Zita Dube</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11428900201617145520</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bb.bebo.com/bb/medium/2005042002/4381791a5964487b552096205m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7449092.post-116182281890824707</id><published>2006-10-25T18:24:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-10-25T18:33:38.923-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Anniversaries and Such</title><summary type='text'>Well, it's hard to believe but it's been almost a year since last Hallowe'en. That means it's been almost a year since Delta Upsilon's annual Wake. And almost a year since Jason. It would be pretty silly to pretend that this is your average one year anniversary. We certainly aren't your average couple- it took us a very long time to get where we are today. But it all really started at wake, so I </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zitadube.blogspot.com/feeds/116182281890824707/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7449092&amp;postID=116182281890824707&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7449092/posts/default/116182281890824707'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7449092/posts/default/116182281890824707'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zitadube.blogspot.com/2006/10/anniversaries-and-such.html' title='Anniversaries and Such'/><author><name>Zita Dube</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11428900201617145520</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bb.bebo.com/bb/medium/2005042002/4381791a5964487b552096205m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7449092.post-115757765014914457</id><published>2006-09-06T15:10:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-09-06T15:20:50.180-06:00</updated><title type='text'>The excitement of a new year</title><summary type='text'>Well, here we are, September again.  I admit, I'm pretty excited for this upcoming year. Having finally been cleared to go back to work and school by my doctors, I'm definately looking forward to getting my butt out of my apartment and back into the real world. So here is an update of sorts for those of you who still take the time to read this. Personal life: Well, I must admit, I have the best </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zitadube.blogspot.com/feeds/115757765014914457/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7449092&amp;postID=115757765014914457&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7449092/posts/default/115757765014914457'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7449092/posts/default/115757765014914457'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zitadube.blogspot.com/2006/09/excitement-of-new-year.html' title='The excitement of a new year'/><author><name>Zita Dube</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11428900201617145520</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bb.bebo.com/bb/medium/2005042002/4381791a5964487b552096205m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7449092.post-115109041363062436</id><published>2006-06-23T12:09:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-06-23T13:20:13.743-06:00</updated><title type='text'>yeah deal with it.</title><summary type='text'>Here's another boredom killing stupid quiz to let y'all know I'm still alive. There's not much to update- which is funny because there is SO MUCH to update but I'm not writing it down so you'll simply have to call me to find out. In the meanwhile, enjoy another stupid, redundant, repetitive quiz. 1)Name( full name )?: If you don't know this yet, I'm not telling.2)Date of birth?: It's passed for </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zitadube.blogspot.com/feeds/115109041363062436/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7449092&amp;postID=115109041363062436&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7449092/posts/default/115109041363062436'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7449092/posts/default/115109041363062436'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zitadube.blogspot.com/2006/06/yeah-deal-with-it.html' title='yeah deal with it.'/><author><name>Zita Dube</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11428900201617145520</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bb.bebo.com/bb/medium/2005042002/4381791a5964487b552096205m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7449092.post-114236621210638750</id><published>2006-03-14T04:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-03-17T00:57:54.250-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Stupid Pain...</title><summary type='text'>Nothing worse than being awake late at night in pain. Boourns. So- to kill the boredom/frustrated blues- here's another stupid ass quiz. These things keep me amused. I must have an easily amused mind.1. Your Full name: Let's keep this simple: Zita Katrine Dube2. Do you feel like your name fits you? I guess. Don't know. I kinda think that Katrine suits me better, but only if it's said in french. </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zitadube.blogspot.com/feeds/114236621210638750/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7449092&amp;postID=114236621210638750&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7449092/posts/default/114236621210638750'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7449092/posts/default/114236621210638750'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zitadube.blogspot.com/2006/03/stupid-pain.html' title='Stupid Pain...'/><author><name>Zita Dube</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11428900201617145520</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bb.bebo.com/bb/medium/2005042002/4381791a5964487b552096205m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7449092.post-114224440563578272</id><published>2006-03-13T03:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-03-13T03:06:45.653-07:00</updated><title type='text'>In calgary</title><summary type='text'>So, mini update of sorts. Currently in Calgary- for those of you trying to reach me- HA HA I have escaped you all!Feels pretty good to run away for a few days. Caught up with some old friends. Makes me realize just how quickly time can go by; before you notice it, it has been years without seeing those you care the most about. Certainly some food for thought, particularly after overcoming a </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zitadube.blogspot.com/feeds/114224440563578272/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7449092&amp;postID=114224440563578272&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7449092/posts/default/114224440563578272'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7449092/posts/default/114224440563578272'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zitadube.blogspot.com/2006/03/in-calgary.html' title='In calgary'/><author><name>Zita Dube</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11428900201617145520</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bb.bebo.com/bb/medium/2005042002/4381791a5964487b552096205m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7449092.post-114169128274977474</id><published>2006-03-06T17:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-03-10T03:11:31.360-07:00</updated><title type='text'>running on instincts</title><summary type='text'>The funny thing about composing for me is how instinctive it is. You have to rely on your gut, your heart and find a way to turn your brain off and listen to your soul. It's the only way to keep yourself from being formulaic. When I started this creative binge a few months ago, I was still thinking within the confines of my mind. What rhymes worked together, what notes were "harmonically </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zitadube.blogspot.com/feeds/114169128274977474/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7449092&amp;postID=114169128274977474&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7449092/posts/default/114169128274977474'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7449092/posts/default/114169128274977474'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zitadube.blogspot.com/2006/03/running-on-instincts.html' title='running on instincts'/><author><name>Zita Dube</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11428900201617145520</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bb.bebo.com/bb/medium/2005042002/4381791a5964487b552096205m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7449092.post-114146645798943396</id><published>2006-03-04T02:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-03-04T03:00:58.020-07:00</updated><title type='text'>All Good Things...</title><summary type='text'>So life hands you some serious surprises sometimes. You don't really see them coming. You put all your eggs in one basket, expecting a certain result; and then, Bam! everything changes. And it takes a while to catch your breath. And once you have, you start to realize that the journey ahead will be as difficult as the one you just overcame.Apparently, I'm getting better. Or at least that's what </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zitadube.blogspot.com/feeds/114146645798943396/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7449092&amp;postID=114146645798943396&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7449092/posts/default/114146645798943396'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7449092/posts/default/114146645798943396'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zitadube.blogspot.com/2006/03/all-good-things.html' title='All Good Things...'/><author><name>Zita Dube</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11428900201617145520</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bb.bebo.com/bb/medium/2005042002/4381791a5964487b552096205m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7449092.post-114130033197366811</id><published>2006-03-02T03:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-03-02T04:57:58.236-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Random Questions</title><summary type='text'>do you type really fast? -  yup. I sure do. does it annoy people who are around you (like in the library)? - probably- cause I sure do make a lot of noise when I type. i am NOT a quiet typer. do you/did you like high school? - Yes. particularly boarding school. Though I didn't know that I liked it at the time.how old are you? - Old enough that answering that question makes me a little sad.do you </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zitadube.blogspot.com/feeds/114130033197366811/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7449092&amp;postID=114130033197366811&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7449092/posts/default/114130033197366811'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7449092/posts/default/114130033197366811'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zitadube.blogspot.com/2006/03/random-questions.html' title='Random Questions'/><author><name>Zita Dube</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11428900201617145520</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bb.bebo.com/bb/medium/2005042002/4381791a5964487b552096205m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7449092.post-114064798602115805</id><published>2006-02-22T14:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-02-22T15:39:46.103-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Pretty Cool</title><summary type='text'>Okay, this is a forward survey thing that I actually found really interesting and fun to do- totally kick ass way to beat the boredom blues. You are supposed to answer every question with a set of song lyrics from your favorite artists and bands. Totally right up my alley.  Here are my answers, which took me forever by the way.WHO ARE YOU?  An "average every day sane psycho suppergoddess" (Liz </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zitadube.blogspot.com/feeds/114064798602115805/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7449092&amp;postID=114064798602115805&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7449092/posts/default/114064798602115805'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7449092/posts/default/114064798602115805'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zitadube.blogspot.com/2006/02/pretty-cool.html' title='Pretty Cool'/><author><name>Zita Dube</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11428900201617145520</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bb.bebo.com/bb/medium/2005042002/4381791a5964487b552096205m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7449092.post-114043041477586893</id><published>2006-02-20T02:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-02-20T03:17:42.673-07:00</updated><title type='text'>New Song!</title><summary type='text'>SWEET! "Amazing" is well on its way to being done. It's a very different style for me- very simple,  Just a basic piano, with very simple melody and poetry.  I have done so much composing lately it's stupid- and I found myself focusing more on trying new things and developing my skills in terms of musical complexity than actually just letting the song write itself. So this one is super simple, </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zitadube.blogspot.com/feeds/114043041477586893/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7449092&amp;postID=114043041477586893&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7449092/posts/default/114043041477586893'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7449092/posts/default/114043041477586893'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zitadube.blogspot.com/2006/02/new-song.html' title='New Song!'/><author><name>Zita Dube</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11428900201617145520</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bb.bebo.com/bb/medium/2005042002/4381791a5964487b552096205m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7449092.post-113957052035209798</id><published>2006-02-10T04:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-02-10T04:49:31.530-07:00</updated><title type='text'>insomina sucks</title><summary type='text'>The basicsTime started: 4:22 am. Stupid InsomniaFull name: Zita Katrine-Anne Francoise Dube is what is says on the birth certificate. So let's go with that.Date of birth: April 21, 1981Zodiac sign: Aries/Taurus Cusp. But I lean WAY more towards Aries than Taurus.Your good qualities: I don't know- I would say intelligence. I guess.Bad qualities: Apparently I am stubborn. I know that I am cocky and</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zitadube.blogspot.com/feeds/113957052035209798/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7449092&amp;postID=113957052035209798&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7449092/posts/default/113957052035209798'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7449092/posts/default/113957052035209798'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zitadube.blogspot.com/2006/02/insomina-sucks.html' title='insomina sucks'/><author><name>Zita Dube</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11428900201617145520</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bb.bebo.com/bb/medium/2005042002/4381791a5964487b552096205m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7449092.post-113954754012532191</id><published>2006-02-09T21:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-02-09T21:59:00.210-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Stupid Quiz- Distractions welcome!</title><summary type='text'>1. What do people tend to label you as (i.e., Chav (townie) Prep, trendy, punk, Goth, mambo, skater etc):hmm...don't know. probably "Lazy dresser". Or casual. 2. Do you choose to label yourself (if you do, what as?): I label myself as Zita. It works for me. Labels are dumb.3. Describe your dress sense: Whatever is clean. if I'm in a skirt, it's time to do laundry.4. What are you wearing right now</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zitadube.blogspot.com/feeds/113954754012532191/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7449092&amp;postID=113954754012532191&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7449092/posts/default/113954754012532191'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7449092/posts/default/113954754012532191'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zitadube.blogspot.com/2006/02/stupid-quiz-distractions-welcome.html' title='Stupid Quiz- Distractions welcome!'/><author><name>Zita Dube</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11428900201617145520</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bb.bebo.com/bb/medium/2005042002/4381791a5964487b552096205m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7449092.post-113953525269180702</id><published>2006-02-09T18:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-02-09T18:34:12.703-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Poetry and Promises</title><summary type='text'>Alright, so a couple of people have asked me to republish the lyrics to some of the songs i wrote a long time ago, cause my archives are hard to navigate. For simplicity's sake, I have started a new blog, only for poetry. I imagine most won't read it; I have put on to begin with, a few of the more recent ones, or the more monumentous ones. The address is:  www.poetryandpromises.blogspot.comIn </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zitadube.blogspot.com/feeds/113953525269180702/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7449092&amp;postID=113953525269180702&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7449092/posts/default/113953525269180702'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7449092/posts/default/113953525269180702'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zitadube.blogspot.com/2006/02/poetry-and-promises.html' title='Poetry and Promises'/><author><name>Zita Dube</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11428900201617145520</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bb.bebo.com/bb/medium/2005042002/4381791a5964487b552096205m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7449092.post-113940666280013521</id><published>2006-02-08T07:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-02-08T14:17:19.210-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Would-Be Chef D'Oeuvre</title><summary type='text'>The sections of the song that are in quotations are quotes from Shakespeare's "Much Ado About Nothing". A brief synopsis can be found at the following website for anyone who is unfamiliar with the play (though I highly recommend reading it. Easily my favorite of the Shakespearian Comedies)http://www.nodanw.com/shows_b/beatrice_benedict.htmBeatrice and BenedictSo many words are passedAnd yet so </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zitadube.blogspot.com/feeds/113940666280013521/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7449092&amp;postID=113940666280013521&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7449092/posts/default/113940666280013521'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7449092/posts/default/113940666280013521'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zitadube.blogspot.com/2006/02/would-be-chef-doeuvre.html' title='The Would-Be Chef D&apos;Oeuvre'/><author><name>Zita Dube</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11428900201617145520</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bb.bebo.com/bb/medium/2005042002/4381791a5964487b552096205m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7449092.post-113936300302962787</id><published>2006-02-07T18:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-02-07T18:43:23.040-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Last Night</title><summary type='text'>Last Night, Kevin Smith, director of Clerks, Chasing Amy, Dogma, Mallratts, and Jay and Silent Bob Strike Back borrowed my cell phone to call a total stranger and leave the following message on his answering machine: Fuck You.He did not know the answer to the question of 'when the mongols ruled China' but did make a decent guess by saying between the 7th and 8th Centuries. I laughed. A lot. He </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zitadube.blogspot.com/feeds/113936300302962787/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7449092&amp;postID=113936300302962787&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7449092/posts/default/113936300302962787'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7449092/posts/default/113936300302962787'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zitadube.blogspot.com/2006/02/last-night.html' title='Last Night'/><author><name>Zita Dube</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11428900201617145520</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bb.bebo.com/bb/medium/2005042002/4381791a5964487b552096205m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7449092.post-113936164334700819</id><published>2006-02-07T18:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-02-07T18:20:57.293-07:00</updated><title type='text'>More HAHA</title><summary type='text'>What do you dream about?Name/Nickname: Age: Zodiac Sign: AquariusAriesCancerCapricornGeminiLeoLibraPiscesSagittariusScorpioTaurusVirgoFav. Color Combo: Blue/SilverBlack/WhiteGrey/RedGreen/GoldPink/BlackPurple/BlackBlue/OrangeBlack/RedMix and match theseNone of theseYour dreams generally include: Oceans and beachesApproximate number of monthly nightmares: 73The worst monster you've seen in a dream</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zitadube.blogspot.com/feeds/113936164334700819/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7449092&amp;postID=113936164334700819&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7449092/posts/default/113936164334700819'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7449092/posts/default/113936164334700819'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zitadube.blogspot.com/2006/02/more-haha.html' title='More HAHA'/><author><name>Zita Dube</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11428900201617145520</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bb.bebo.com/bb/medium/2005042002/4381791a5964487b552096205m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7449092.post-113930732188070698</id><published>2006-02-07T03:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-02-07T03:15:46.343-07:00</updated><title type='text'>HA HA HA HA HA</title><summary type='text'>What Is Your Best Sexual Skill?Name: Age: Sex: MaleFemaleSexuality: StraightGayBisexualFlirting Skill Level - 0%Kissing Skill Level - 66%Cudding Skill Level - 94%Sex Skill Level - 91%Why They Love You You pleasure them first.Why They Hate You You get tongue-tied when they ask you to talk dirty to them.This quiz by lady_wintermoon - Taken 4251599 Times.New! Get Free Daily Horoscopes from Kwiz.Biz</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zitadube.blogspot.com/feeds/113930732188070698/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7449092&amp;postID=113930732188070698&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7449092/posts/default/113930732188070698'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7449092/posts/default/113930732188070698'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zitadube.blogspot.com/2006/02/ha-ha-ha-ha-ha.html' title='HA HA HA HA HA'/><author><name>Zita Dube</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11428900201617145520</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bb.bebo.com/bb/medium/2005042002/4381791a5964487b552096205m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7449092.post-113921812773275568</id><published>2006-02-06T02:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-02-07T00:48:34.146-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Circus Clown</title><summary type='text'>I am weakI am brokenI am battered I am bruisedI am hollowI am lonelyI am wretchedAnd abusedI am angryI am scaredI am guiltyUnpreparedI am blindAnd I am deafI would screambut there's none leftStrongTell me what it meansTo be strongWhen everything it seemshas gone so wrongAnd every painful step alongThis obstacle courseis wearing me downJust another crying circus clownI am not strongI am jadedI am </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zitadube.blogspot.com/feeds/113921812773275568/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7449092&amp;postID=113921812773275568&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7449092/posts/default/113921812773275568'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7449092/posts/default/113921812773275568'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zitadube.blogspot.com/2006/02/circus-clown.html' title='Circus Clown'/><author><name>Zita Dube</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11428900201617145520</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bb.bebo.com/bb/medium/2005042002/4381791a5964487b552096205m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7449092.post-113888594303196718</id><published>2006-02-02T06:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-02-02T06:12:23.033-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Poetry</title><summary type='text'>Okay, for the record, I want to state this once and for all: Any time i have written poetry specifically dealing with a particular person or circumstance, I have not in anyway attempted to hide it from them. Impossible and Turn Around were about situations external to me and just sounded like good ideas at the time. The piano for Impossible was written long before the actually poem. As for No </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zitadube.blogspot.com/feeds/113888594303196718/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7449092&amp;postID=113888594303196718&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7449092/posts/default/113888594303196718'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7449092/posts/default/113888594303196718'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zitadube.blogspot.com/2006/02/poetry.html' title='Poetry'/><author><name>Zita Dube</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11428900201617145520</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bb.bebo.com/bb/medium/2005042002/4381791a5964487b552096205m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7449092.post-113844217455951822</id><published>2006-01-28T02:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-01-28T02:56:14.560-07:00</updated><title type='text'>HA!</title><summary type='text'>PARENTAL ADVISORY  IRIDESCENCE CONTAINSEXPLICIT LYRICSUsername:From Go-Quiz.com</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zitadube.blogspot.com/feeds/113844217455951822/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7449092&amp;postID=113844217455951822&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7449092/posts/default/113844217455951822'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7449092/posts/default/113844217455951822'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zitadube.blogspot.com/2006/01/ha.html' title='HA!'/><author><name>Zita Dube</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11428900201617145520</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bb.bebo.com/bb/medium/2005042002/4381791a5964487b552096205m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7449092.post-113844188604828820</id><published>2006-01-28T02:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-01-28T02:51:26.203-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Quiz time.</title><summary type='text'>Found this quiz interesting. Yes, I know i promised no more quizzes. But I've been really bored lately. Follow this address:http://quizbox.com/personality/test82.aspxGet to know yourself betterYour view on yourself:You are down-to-earth and people like you because you are so straightforward. You are an efficient problem solver because you will listen to both sides of an argument before making a </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zitadube.blogspot.com/feeds/113844188604828820/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7449092&amp;postID=113844188604828820&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7449092/posts/default/113844188604828820'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7449092/posts/default/113844188604828820'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zitadube.blogspot.com/2006/01/quiz-time.html' title='Quiz time.'/><author><name>Zita Dube</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11428900201617145520</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bb.bebo.com/bb/medium/2005042002/4381791a5964487b552096205m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7449092.post-113824103709607218</id><published>2006-01-25T19:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-01-25T19:03:57.110-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Someone else's words</title><summary type='text'>Ever noticed how someone else can say everything you want perfectly. I just finished watching High Fidelity...it makes me ponder my own personal soundtrack. If my life was a movie, what would the soundtrack be. At some point I might actually compile it. For now, here is one song that basically sums up my views on relationships at this particular given time. PS: To whom it may concern: somehow, </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zitadube.blogspot.com/feeds/113824103709607218/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7449092&amp;postID=113824103709607218&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7449092/posts/default/113824103709607218'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7449092/posts/default/113824103709607218'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zitadube.blogspot.com/2006/01/someone-elses-words.html' title='Someone else&apos;s words'/><author><name>Zita Dube</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11428900201617145520</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bb.bebo.com/bb/medium/2005042002/4381791a5964487b552096205m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7449092.post-113664100860918741</id><published>2006-01-07T06:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-01-07T16:26:41.830-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Turn Around</title><summary type='text'>Labelling post still in progress- it will come, I promise :PSuzie gets an awful lot of action from me when I'm upset. Fear and grief can do wonders for kickstarting creativity.Might be joining a jazz band- that would rock my socks.Turn aroundYou know, I could recognize your back anywhereThe slant of your shoulders, the tint of your hairYour height, your width, the size of your waistI think I know</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zitadube.blogspot.com/feeds/113664100860918741/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7449092&amp;postID=113664100860918741&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7449092/posts/default/113664100860918741'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7449092/posts/default/113664100860918741'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zitadube.blogspot.com/2006/01/turn-around.html' title='Turn Around'/><author><name>Zita Dube</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11428900201617145520</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bb.bebo.com/bb/medium/2005042002/4381791a5964487b552096205m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7449092.post-113633138885502816</id><published>2006-01-03T15:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-01-03T16:36:28.946-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Last "fake" post for a while, I promise</title><summary type='text'>I got tagged- Labelling post is on its way- it's just taking some time to work out.1. What time is it? 15:492. Name: Zita Katrine-Anne Dube3. Nickname: Where to begin? Zita-bot is the most common, but there are lots. Kate, Katrine, Zee, the crazy bitch, you know...4. Piercings? Earlobes only5. What is the most recent movie you've seen? Harry Potter and the Goblet of Fire which was WAY mroe adult </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zitadube.blogspot.com/feeds/113633138885502816/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7449092&amp;postID=113633138885502816&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7449092/posts/default/113633138885502816'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7449092/posts/default/113633138885502816'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zitadube.blogspot.com/2006/01/last-fake-post-for-while-i-promise.html' title='Last &quot;fake&quot; post for a while, I promise'/><author><name>Zita Dube</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11428900201617145520</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bb.bebo.com/bb/medium/2005042002/4381791a5964487b552096205m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7449092.post-113528915229468457</id><published>2005-12-22T12:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-12-22T15:05:52.353-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Gossip</title><summary type='text'>Ah Gossip. The bane of my existence. Vicious wild beast that I can't seem to run away from.How I loathe thee. And yet...I find myself completely drawn to being part of Her.Yes, my friends, I said her...for surely, Gossip is female.And I figure she's also a gemini. Split personality and so on...For as long as I can remember, there have been certain constants my life- things that I can't seem to </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zitadube.blogspot.com/feeds/113528915229468457/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7449092&amp;postID=113528915229468457&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7449092/posts/default/113528915229468457'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7449092/posts/default/113528915229468457'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zitadube.blogspot.com/2005/12/gossip.html' title='Gossip'/><author><name>Zita Dube</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11428900201617145520</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bb.bebo.com/bb/medium/2005042002/4381791a5964487b552096205m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7449092.post-113454347237036690</id><published>2005-12-13T23:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-12-13T23:57:52.383-07:00</updated><title type='text'>How much have I changed this year? just curious</title><summary type='text'>Here's last year's who are you quiz updated for today- funny how your answer can change in just one year.  (the original is my december 2004 archives)Zita- 2005 version.Name three names you go by:1) Zita-bot2) Zed.3) Zee-Name three screen names you've had (this hasn't changed)1) PrimaDonna_KAD  (my first screen name- I was 12)2) Femme_fatale1981 (my second screen name- I was about 14)3) zkdube (</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zitadube.blogspot.com/feeds/113454347237036690/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7449092&amp;postID=113454347237036690&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7449092/posts/default/113454347237036690'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7449092/posts/default/113454347237036690'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zitadube.blogspot.com/2005/12/how-much-have-i-changed-this-year-just.html' title='How much have I changed this year? just curious'/><author><name>Zita Dube</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11428900201617145520</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bb.bebo.com/bb/medium/2005042002/4381791a5964487b552096205m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7449092.post-113454196692369816</id><published>2005-12-13T22:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-12-14T11:57:19.403-07:00</updated><title type='text'>That time of year again...</title><summary type='text'>So December is in full swing and once again another year is quickly coming to its demise.  What does that mean you ask? Time for a little retrospection.  So here it is, once again, 2005 reflected upon....1) What did you do in 2004 that you'd never done before?Made amends-  of course, I have fixed relationships and friendships before, but this was a year of really confronting my past- who I was, </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zitadube.blogspot.com/feeds/113454196692369816/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7449092&amp;postID=113454196692369816&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7449092/posts/default/113454196692369816'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7449092/posts/default/113454196692369816'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zitadube.blogspot.com/2005/12/that-time-of-year-again.html' title='That time of year again...'/><author><name>Zita Dube</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11428900201617145520</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bb.bebo.com/bb/medium/2005042002/4381791a5964487b552096205m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7449092.post-113434059740906085</id><published>2005-12-11T15:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-12-11T15:36:37.460-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Stupid Quiz</title><summary type='text'>1. WHAT TIME DO YOU WAKE UP IN THE MORNING? Depends on what I did the night before ;)2. IF YOU COULD EAT LUNCH WITH ONE FAMOUS PERSON WHO WOULD IT BE?Alive:  Fidel CastroDead: Karl Marx or Jesus3. GOLD OR SILVER? Generally gold, but only since i have more of it- I don't wear much jewelry to begin with4.WHAT WAS THE LAST FILM YOU SAW AT THE CINEMA? Ugh- can't remember- I go to a lot of movies. </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zitadube.blogspot.com/feeds/113434059740906085/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7449092&amp;postID=113434059740906085&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7449092/posts/default/113434059740906085'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7449092/posts/default/113434059740906085'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zitadube.blogspot.com/2005/12/stupid-quiz.html' title='Stupid Quiz'/><author><name>Zita Dube</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11428900201617145520</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bb.bebo.com/bb/medium/2005042002/4381791a5964487b552096205m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7449092.post-113412270033300561</id><published>2005-12-09T03:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-12-09T18:49:43.326-07:00</updated><title type='text'>No re-entry</title><summary type='text'>No explanations- just a simple song in C minor- though that means very little anyone reading this entry, someday if you hear it you might recognize it. All i ask is that no one read too much into it- sometimes songs are just that- songs. and nothing more.No re-etnry- Z.K. Dube (December 8, 2005)Do you remember how we were?It somehow feels so long agoAnd we could have done much betterBut we were </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zitadube.blogspot.com/feeds/113412270033300561/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7449092&amp;postID=113412270033300561&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7449092/posts/default/113412270033300561'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7449092/posts/default/113412270033300561'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zitadube.blogspot.com/2005/12/no-re-entry.html' title='No re-entry'/><author><name>Zita Dube</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11428900201617145520</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bb.bebo.com/bb/medium/2005042002/4381791a5964487b552096205m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7449092.post-113217131416288674</id><published>2005-11-16T12:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-11-16T13:01:54.173-07:00</updated><title type='text'>No updates</title><summary type='text'>So there has been an awful lot going on in my life lately- unfortunately very little of it is mundane enough to write down on a blog.  Those of you who know, know me well. Those who don't- well, you probably never will.  Everyone says share- share your thoughts, your body, your laughter, your emotions, your talents, your frustrations, your fears, your secrets, share everything that makes up what </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zitadube.blogspot.com/feeds/113217131416288674/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7449092&amp;postID=113217131416288674&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7449092/posts/default/113217131416288674'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7449092/posts/default/113217131416288674'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zitadube.blogspot.com/2005/11/no-updates.html' title='No updates'/><author><name>Zita Dube</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11428900201617145520</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bb.bebo.com/bb/medium/2005042002/4381791a5964487b552096205m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7449092.post-113053661015625782</id><published>2005-10-28T15:55:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-10-28T15:56:50.166-06:00</updated><title type='text'>What's in a name?</title><summary type='text'>Random funZitaIt's much more by sensations than by words that love manifests itself in you. If you don't always know how to show your feelings, being sometimes too shy or taciturn to do so, you're nevertheless eager for tender, warm, and sensual affection. When you love, you feel the visceral urge to melt with the other one and form a oneness with your loved one. Love is glorified by you; it can </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zitadube.blogspot.com/feeds/113053661015625782/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7449092&amp;postID=113053661015625782&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7449092/posts/default/113053661015625782'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7449092/posts/default/113053661015625782'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zitadube.blogspot.com/2005/10/whats-in-name.html' title='What&apos;s in a name?'/><author><name>Zita Dube</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11428900201617145520</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bb.bebo.com/bb/medium/2005042002/4381791a5964487b552096205m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7449092.post-113053320539360010</id><published>2005-10-28T14:53:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-10-28T15:00:05.406-06:00</updated><title type='text'>A few thoughts</title><summary type='text'>I used to think that love was only pure and true if it was mutual. Now, as I grow older, I realize that this isn't the case. Love- in it's many shades and textures- isn't always reciprocated. And if it is reciprocated, it isn't always returned in the same form or with the same meaning.  You can love someone who will never understand the depth of truth of your emotions. The true gift of love is </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zitadube.blogspot.com/feeds/113053320539360010/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7449092&amp;postID=113053320539360010&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7449092/posts/default/113053320539360010'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7449092/posts/default/113053320539360010'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zitadube.blogspot.com/2005/10/few-thoughts.html' title='A few thoughts'/><author><name>Zita Dube</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11428900201617145520</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bb.bebo.com/bb/medium/2005042002/4381791a5964487b552096205m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7449092.post-113001449301099020</id><published>2005-10-22T14:48:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2005-10-22T14:54:53.013-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Enough</title><summary type='text'>Melancholy phase over....now!No more bad poetry, no more 5 am sessions with Suzie, no more feeling sad for no particular reason. Enough. Whew- I feel better- now it's time to put things back together. Melancholy doesn't happen to me very often but when it hits, it hits with a serious vengeance. It can take me weeks to get out of it. I know why and when it happens- always at the end of October and</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zitadube.blogspot.com/feeds/113001449301099020/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7449092&amp;postID=113001449301099020&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7449092/posts/default/113001449301099020'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7449092/posts/default/113001449301099020'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zitadube.blogspot.com/2005/10/enough_22.html' title='Enough'/><author><name>Zita Dube</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11428900201617145520</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bb.bebo.com/bb/medium/2005042002/4381791a5964487b552096205m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7449092.post-112994194247184324</id><published>2005-10-21T18:43:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-10-21T18:45:42.473-06:00</updated><title type='text'>More Poetry</title><summary type='text'>Huh- this seems to be a trend for me lately...A damn good cryOct. 19th, 2005You can take your games and you can shove themWhile you’re at it you can swallow up my prideCause right now I’m shallow, sunk and sullenBut all I need is a damn good cryA few more hours, and I won’t even rememberThe blood will clot and my scars will healHearts can be soothed with mind over matterAnd somehow I will force </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zitadube.blogspot.com/feeds/112994194247184324/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7449092&amp;postID=112994194247184324&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7449092/posts/default/112994194247184324'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7449092/posts/default/112994194247184324'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zitadube.blogspot.com/2005/10/more-poetry.html' title='More Poetry'/><author><name>Zita Dube</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11428900201617145520</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bb.bebo.com/bb/medium/2005042002/4381791a5964487b552096205m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7449092.post-112994139841916913</id><published>2005-10-21T18:33:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-10-21T18:39:52.856-06:00</updated><title type='text'>It's just a state of mind</title><summary type='text'>Say yes…You’re standing there in front of your crowdThe audience that you cart aroundJust in case you feel like performing And let’s be honest, you always feel like performingBecause life’s a stage when you’re too afraid to be yourselfSo I watch you from the corner of my eyeJust an outsider, taking in the showBut our eyes met once- it was enough to knowI know more of you then they all doYou </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zitadube.blogspot.com/feeds/112994139841916913/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7449092&amp;postID=112994139841916913&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7449092/posts/default/112994139841916913'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7449092/posts/default/112994139841916913'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zitadube.blogspot.com/2005/10/its-just-state-of-mind.html' title='It&apos;s just a state of mind'/><author><name>Zita Dube</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11428900201617145520</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bb.bebo.com/bb/medium/2005042002/4381791a5964487b552096205m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7449092.post-112931305620548933</id><published>2005-10-14T11:36:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-10-14T12:04:16.256-06:00</updated><title type='text'>She took cold baths</title><summary type='text'>You know how once and a while you will have a huge epiphany that changes everything about how you conceive the world as a whole? I've had my fair share of those lately...and, for those interested, I'm going to share one of them. My mother and I have always 'gotten along'.  We love each other, and truly as daughter and mother can, but have never really understood each other.  Rather, I think we </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zitadube.blogspot.com/feeds/112931305620548933/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7449092&amp;postID=112931305620548933&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7449092/posts/default/112931305620548933'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7449092/posts/default/112931305620548933'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zitadube.blogspot.com/2005/10/she-took-cold-baths.html' title='She took cold baths'/><author><name>Zita Dube</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11428900201617145520</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bb.bebo.com/bb/medium/2005042002/4381791a5964487b552096205m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7449092.post-112906879202532920</id><published>2005-10-11T16:12:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-10-11T16:13:12.026-06:00</updated><title type='text'>STUPID SPAM</title><summary type='text'>Okay, due to the great amount of spam that I appear to be getting lately, I am disallowing anonymous comments. Crummy.Zita</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zitadube.blogspot.com/feeds/112906879202532920/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7449092&amp;postID=112906879202532920&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7449092/posts/default/112906879202532920'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7449092/posts/default/112906879202532920'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zitadube.blogspot.com/2005/10/stupid-spam.html' title='STUPID SPAM'/><author><name>Zita Dube</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11428900201617145520</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bb.bebo.com/bb/medium/2005042002/4381791a5964487b552096205m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7449092.post-112906858766959359</id><published>2005-10-11T15:57:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-10-11T16:09:47.680-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Random musings</title><summary type='text'>1- You know what sucks? When friends backstab you. Have I been backstabbed lately? Nope! But my good friend has. And that makes me very very irrate. 2- You know what also sucks? When people use you as an excuse to start a fight with other people, or try to involve you in drama that really doesn't concern you. 3- You know what sucks more than that? Stupid People. Damn I hate that type!4- You know </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zitadube.blogspot.com/feeds/112906858766959359/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7449092&amp;postID=112906858766959359&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7449092/posts/default/112906858766959359'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7449092/posts/default/112906858766959359'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zitadube.blogspot.com/2005/10/random-musings.html' title='Random musings'/><author><name>Zita Dube</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11428900201617145520</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bb.bebo.com/bb/medium/2005042002/4381791a5964487b552096205m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7449092.post-112898840779247007</id><published>2005-10-10T17:48:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-10-11T15:55:51.143-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Impossible</title><summary type='text'>ImpossibleYou're the fountain of lifeAnd my mouth is dryEternally thirsting for what I can't drinkYour arms hold me tightlyYour heart lets me goYou spin me around until I can not thinkYou're impossible to break Impossible to hateImpossible to seeAnd impossible to leaveAnd it's killing me...So push me awayI can not stayAnd you know I won't go til you show me the doorIt's impossible...Like the </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zitadube.blogspot.com/feeds/112898840779247007/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7449092&amp;postID=112898840779247007&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7449092/posts/default/112898840779247007'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7449092/posts/default/112898840779247007'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zitadube.blogspot.com/2005/10/impossible.html' title='Impossible'/><author><name>Zita Dube</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11428900201617145520</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bb.bebo.com/bb/medium/2005042002/4381791a5964487b552096205m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7449092.post-112889084154931928</id><published>2005-10-09T14:41:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-10-09T14:47:21.556-06:00</updated><title type='text'>There's a fly in my soup</title><summary type='text'>So, I'm feeling self-important enough to apologize for not blogging in a while So, to all my adoring (or somewhat less than adoring) fans out there - I count three- I'm back.It's been an interesting couple of weeks- I'm still stressed as hell and busy as hell but somehow I survive it all. School is...well, school.  At least I'm out of my funk now. Which is good. I really needed out of my funk. </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zitadube.blogspot.com/feeds/112889084154931928/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7449092&amp;postID=112889084154931928&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7449092/posts/default/112889084154931928'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7449092/posts/default/112889084154931928'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zitadube.blogspot.com/2005/10/theres-fly-in-my-soup.html' title='There&apos;s a fly in my soup'/><author><name>Zita Dube</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11428900201617145520</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bb.bebo.com/bb/medium/2005042002/4381791a5964487b552096205m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7449092.post-112770343383481181</id><published>2005-09-25T20:55:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-09-25T20:57:13.840-06:00</updated><title type='text'>I had a nap</title><summary type='text'>In fact, I had a few this weekend. I feel better. Thanks everyone for the comments and the emails- I really wasn't looking for pity- I just needed to vent. For the record, my boss is NOT the one who treats me like his personal secretary. If it came off that way, my apologies.Still hate surveys. I'm going to bed now.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zitadube.blogspot.com/feeds/112770343383481181/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7449092&amp;postID=112770343383481181&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7449092/posts/default/112770343383481181'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7449092/posts/default/112770343383481181'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zitadube.blogspot.com/2005/09/i-had-nap.html' title='I had a nap'/><author><name>Zita Dube</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11428900201617145520</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bb.bebo.com/bb/medium/2005042002/4381791a5964487b552096205m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7449092.post-112751728487293355</id><published>2005-09-23T17:06:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-09-23T17:14:44.880-06:00</updated><title type='text'>In over my head</title><summary type='text'>Man, this has been a rough week- I've come within two heart beats of quitting my job, quitting school, dropping my thesis and moving to Japan to teach English (which appears to be very trendy right now!).  I am overwhelmed.  Once again, I have overloaded myself, fully knowing that I was doing so, and I don't even have enough time to have the much needed cry I much deserve. I haven't slept in 36 </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zitadube.blogspot.com/feeds/112751728487293355/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7449092&amp;postID=112751728487293355&amp;isPopup=true' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7449092/posts/default/112751728487293355'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7449092/posts/default/112751728487293355'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zitadube.blogspot.com/2005/09/in-over-my-head.html' title='In over my head'/><author><name>Zita Dube</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11428900201617145520</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bb.bebo.com/bb/medium/2005042002/4381791a5964487b552096205m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7449092.post-112726186419591741</id><published>2005-09-20T18:06:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-09-20T18:17:44.203-06:00</updated><title type='text'>NO MORE DRAMA</title><summary type='text'>"HAMUHAMU PARTY""LOVERY RABBIT""SO CUTE ANIMAL""RABBIT SWEET CHERRY"So if none of that made any sense to you, let me basically say that this whole "Japana-cuteness" thing is all fine and good, but for the love of God they need better translators.  And that's all I have to say about that!So life is good.  In fact, that's a bit of an understatement.  Life has been pretty great! Can't complain a </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zitadube.blogspot.com/feeds/112726186419591741/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7449092&amp;postID=112726186419591741&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7449092/posts/default/112726186419591741'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7449092/posts/default/112726186419591741'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zitadube.blogspot.com/2005/09/no-more-drama.html' title='NO MORE DRAMA'/><author><name>Zita Dube</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11428900201617145520</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bb.bebo.com/bb/medium/2005042002/4381791a5964487b552096205m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7449092.post-112691245986392455</id><published>2005-09-16T17:11:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-09-16T17:14:19.870-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Tee Hee- Fun with photoshop!</title><summary type='text'>So I am trying to get the hang of my new MAC-  I'm pretty computer stupid to start with, so this is far easier said than done- but nonetheless, it's what I am working on.I have learned that you can do tons of funny stuff with pictures-  sepia, black and white, cropping, stretching, the whole shebang has kept me occupied for hours on end just goofing off! Any way, this particular picture is a </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zitadube.blogspot.com/feeds/112691245986392455/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7449092&amp;postID=112691245986392455&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7449092/posts/default/112691245986392455'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7449092/posts/default/112691245986392455'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zitadube.blogspot.com/2005/09/tee-hee-fun-with-photoshop.html' title='Tee Hee- Fun with photoshop!'/><author><name>Zita Dube</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11428900201617145520</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bb.bebo.com/bb/medium/2005042002/4381791a5964487b552096205m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7449092.post-112672390182468847</id><published>2005-09-14T12:51:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-09-16T17:27:54.050-06:00</updated><title type='text'>More incredibly long rants</title><summary type='text'>Broadening my horizonsSep 14, 2005 11:45:13So, on this eternel quest to figure out exactly who this "Zita" character really is, I often find myself drawn to trying to think outside my proverbial "box". This harder than it sounds, since often I am not aware of just how much the walls of my box cage me into certain ways of thinking and interacting. Certain behaviors, mannerisms, and beliefs strike </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zitadube.blogspot.com/feeds/112672390182468847/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7449092&amp;postID=112672390182468847&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7449092/posts/default/112672390182468847'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7449092/posts/default/112672390182468847'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zitadube.blogspot.com/2005/09/more-incredibly-long-rants.html' title='More incredibly long rants'/><author><name>Zita Dube</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11428900201617145520</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bb.bebo.com/bb/medium/2005042002/4381791a5964487b552096205m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7449092.post-112672383784663684</id><published>2005-09-14T12:49:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-09-14T12:50:37.846-06:00</updated><title type='text'>A little poetry</title><summary type='text'>So, pardon this elementary attempt at poetry- English poetry is stupid hard for me. But at least I'm trying and Suzie has gotten a lot of attention lately.Sometimes my mind wandersSep 12, 2005 20:33:43Veneer- September 12, 2005- 9:30 pm:I've slippedFallen to the ground In a cold and broken HeapYour touchjust once was enoughThis does not happen To meVeneerWhat do you see?Is it real?Are you sure?</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zitadube.blogspot.com/feeds/112672383784663684/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7449092&amp;postID=112672383784663684&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7449092/posts/default/112672383784663684'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7449092/posts/default/112672383784663684'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zitadube.blogspot.com/2005/09/little-poetry.html' title='A little poetry'/><author><name>Zita Dube</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11428900201617145520</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bb.bebo.com/bb/medium/2005042002/4381791a5964487b552096205m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7449092.post-112672375073321712</id><published>2005-09-14T12:47:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-09-14T12:49:10.740-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Updating my blog</title><summary type='text'>So I keep another online journal- and sometimes I forget about this one. So I thought I'd throw some of my posts from the other journal here to update this thing:Iridescence's Blog &gt; Measuring a summer's daySep 11, 2005 17:07:20So the summer is ending. I know it. You know it. Try as we might to deny it, wearing short skirts and no jacketsFreezing in the wind and the rain- pretending to be tougher</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zitadube.blogspot.com/feeds/112672375073321712/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7449092&amp;postID=112672375073321712&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7449092/posts/default/112672375073321712'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7449092/posts/default/112672375073321712'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zitadube.blogspot.com/2005/09/updating-my-blog.html' title='Updating my blog'/><author><name>Zita Dube</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11428900201617145520</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bb.bebo.com/bb/medium/2005042002/4381791a5964487b552096205m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7449092.post-112604170637588071</id><published>2005-09-06T14:53:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-09-06T15:21:46.380-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Uptown Girl</title><summary type='text'>This one is for Vic in particular.There is no rhyme of reason to my lifestyle I think. Most people have certain "types" and standards of behavior that they both expect from other and/or impose upon themselves.  Now, I'm not going to claim to be any superior being in my lack of social boundaries or stratification techniques, but the fact of the matter is that it is quickly occuring to me that I am</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zitadube.blogspot.com/feeds/112604170637588071/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7449092&amp;postID=112604170637588071&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7449092/posts/default/112604170637588071'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7449092/posts/default/112604170637588071'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zitadube.blogspot.com/2005/09/uptown-girl.html' title='Uptown Girl'/><author><name>Zita Dube</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11428900201617145520</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bb.bebo.com/bb/medium/2005042002/4381791a5964487b552096205m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7449092.post-112603990816010320</id><published>2005-09-06T14:49:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-09-06T14:51:48.166-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Big News People</title><summary type='text'>So apparently Steve Smith is back to blogging...I'm sure that those of you who care already know and those of you who don't know, also don't care.If I knew how to make links on my blog, I would like him. Instead, here is the address for his site:http://carlosthejackass.blogspot.comThere's, my obligatory plug is done.Zita</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zitadube.blogspot.com/feeds/112603990816010320/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7449092&amp;postID=112603990816010320&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7449092/posts/default/112603990816010320'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7449092/posts/default/112603990816010320'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zitadube.blogspot.com/2005/09/big-news-people.html' title='Big News People'/><author><name>Zita Dube</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11428900201617145520</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bb.bebo.com/bb/medium/2005042002/4381791a5964487b552096205m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7449092.post-112538176206675360</id><published>2005-08-29T23:37:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-08-30T00:02:42.076-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Measuring a summer's day...</title><summary type='text'>And so it ends...the summer, that is.  It's amazing how quickly that can happen. It honestly feels like only a week ago I was packing up my bags and hauling my butt across the river.  Now, in less than 72 hours, I will be back on the Whyte side of town and getting geared up for one (final!) year of school (in my undergrad at least).  Crazy.  Actually, come to think of it, crazy is a pretty good </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zitadube.blogspot.com/feeds/112538176206675360/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7449092&amp;postID=112538176206675360&amp;isPopup=true' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7449092/posts/default/112538176206675360'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7449092/posts/default/112538176206675360'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zitadube.blogspot.com/2005/08/measuring-summers-day.html' title='Measuring a summer&apos;s day...'/><author><name>Zita Dube</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11428900201617145520</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bb.bebo.com/bb/medium/2005042002/4381791a5964487b552096205m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7449092.post-112516380000304617</id><published>2005-08-27T11:27:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-08-27T11:30:00.010-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Wakling down memory lane</title><summary type='text'>For those who know the happenings of the last week: lyrics to reflect my mind frame (sort of)...Words- The Human LeagueCan you feel it whenyour throat dries?Can you see it in the night sky?Just a mumble round at tea timeSmileWhen I'm watching youWhen I was a childWe were living in fearLiving in fearWhen I was a childJust a light year from hereLiving in fearWorlds may shatterYears don't </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zitadube.blogspot.com/feeds/112516380000304617/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7449092&amp;postID=112516380000304617&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7449092/posts/default/112516380000304617'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7449092/posts/default/112516380000304617'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zitadube.blogspot.com/2005/08/wakling-down-memory-lane.html' title='Wakling down memory lane'/><author><name>Zita Dube</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11428900201617145520</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bb.bebo.com/bb/medium/2005042002/4381791a5964487b552096205m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7449092.post-112492149545931177</id><published>2005-08-24T16:11:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-08-24T16:11:35.463-06:00</updated><title type='text'>HAHA!</title><summary type='text'>Saw this on my roomie's Blog:My life has been rated:See what your rating is!Created by bart666</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zitadube.blogspot.com/feeds/112492149545931177/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7449092&amp;postID=112492149545931177&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7449092/posts/default/112492149545931177'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7449092/posts/default/112492149545931177'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zitadube.blogspot.com/2005/08/haha.html' title='HAHA!'/><author><name>Zita Dube</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11428900201617145520</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bb.bebo.com/bb/medium/2005042002/4381791a5964487b552096205m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7449092.post-112472940245857923</id><published>2005-08-22T10:33:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-08-22T10:50:02.466-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Ode to my roommate</title><summary type='text'>Finding a good roommate is hard. I know- I've had my fair share. Including boarding school and an all girl dormitory my first year at University, I'd say I've lived with roughly one hundred people for at least 8 months each.  So when it comes to living with people, I've had my fair share.  Living with someone else can be difficult; you have to adapt to their ways, their beliefs and their style </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zitadube.blogspot.com/feeds/112472940245857923/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7449092&amp;postID=112472940245857923&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7449092/posts/default/112472940245857923'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7449092/posts/default/112472940245857923'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zitadube.blogspot.com/2005/08/ode-to-my-roommate.html' title='Ode to my roommate'/><author><name>Zita Dube</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11428900201617145520</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bb.bebo.com/bb/medium/2005042002/4381791a5964487b552096205m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7449092.post-112466589896529844</id><published>2005-08-21T17:05:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-08-22T10:33:08.953-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Second Chances</title><summary type='text'>I must admit, I have been truly lucky in my life. I have made a stupendous amount of mistakes- some larger than others- and have always been able to pick up the pieces and move on.  In fact, I'm grateful for most the mistakes that I've made since they've allowed me to frame who I am, meet new people and try new things, all while fixing what I can and learning from what I can't fix.  Anyway, today</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zitadube.blogspot.com/feeds/112466589896529844/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7449092&amp;postID=112466589896529844&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7449092/posts/default/112466589896529844'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7449092/posts/default/112466589896529844'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zitadube.blogspot.com/2005/08/second-chances.html' title='Second Chances'/><author><name>Zita Dube</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11428900201617145520</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bb.bebo.com/bb/medium/2005042002/4381791a5964487b552096205m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7449092.post-112418291513880995</id><published>2005-08-16T02:42:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-08-16T03:10:19.063-06:00</updated><title type='text'>House Arrest</title><summary type='text'>Or at least my version of it...Like Sam Jackson in Unbreakable, I am an accident waiting to happen.  On a good day, it's usually small like scraping my knee, acquiring a few new bruises, or falling down a stair case (often as I try to run up it, since I'm late for a meeting...the stairwell to 2-900 is my nemesis...) However, there are those odd times where the stars, or whatever, align and I'm </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zitadube.blogspot.com/feeds/112418291513880995/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7449092&amp;postID=112418291513880995&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7449092/posts/default/112418291513880995'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7449092/posts/default/112418291513880995'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zitadube.blogspot.com/2005/08/house-arrest.html' title='House Arrest'/><author><name>Zita Dube</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11428900201617145520</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bb.bebo.com/bb/medium/2005042002/4381791a5964487b552096205m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7449092.post-112340333577658173</id><published>2005-08-07T02:23:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-08-07T02:28:56.460-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Wedding Pictures</title><summary type='text'>This picture made being late for the reception by over an hour worth it:I came up with the idea for this picture- I think it's cute. Very typically us! Plus, our dresses were still dirty from running around in the mud for the canola shot!</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zitadube.blogspot.com/feeds/112340333577658173/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7449092&amp;postID=112340333577658173&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7449092/posts/default/112340333577658173'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7449092/posts/default/112340333577658173'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zitadube.blogspot.com/2005/08/wedding-pictures.html' title='Wedding Pictures'/><author><name>Zita Dube</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11428900201617145520</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bb.bebo.com/bb/medium/2005042002/4381791a5964487b552096205m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7449092.post-112232491682404142</id><published>2005-07-25T14:52:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-07-26T13:01:14.646-06:00</updated><title type='text'>I HATE SURVEYS!!!!</title><summary type='text'>Crisis with the academic survey. BOOURNS. I need a distraction- here's one:I found this floating around (adapted from blog to blog)- I've made minor changes to what I am able to do.01. Reply with your name and I will write something short about you.02. I will then tell what song lyric I think aptly characterizes you.03. If you were a period in time, you would be:04. I will try to find a single </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zitadube.blogspot.com/feeds/112232491682404142/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7449092&amp;postID=112232491682404142&amp;isPopup=true' title='39 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7449092/posts/default/112232491682404142'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7449092/posts/default/112232491682404142'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zitadube.blogspot.com/2005/07/i-hate-surveys.html' title='I HATE SURVEYS!!!!'/><author><name>Zita Dube</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11428900201617145520</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bb.bebo.com/bb/medium/2005042002/4381791a5964487b552096205m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>39</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7449092.post-112208054965771089</id><published>2005-07-22T19:02:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-07-25T14:50:11.796-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Walking down memory lane part 2: Have I really changed this much?</title><summary type='text'>Huh- title but no post. time to try this one again I guess.So I went home for the wedding, as any of you who read this blog will know.  Perhaps the one comment that came back the most from the flock of people that I ran into every day for a week was of how much I had changed. This forces me to reflect: Have I really changed that much in the last 7 years? There are some notable differences, sure- </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zitadube.blogspot.com/feeds/112208054965771089/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7449092&amp;postID=112208054965771089&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7449092/posts/default/112208054965771089'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7449092/posts/default/112208054965771089'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zitadube.blogspot.com/2005/07/walking-down-memory-lane-part-2-have-i.html' title='Walking down memory lane part 2: Have I really changed this much?'/><author><name>Zita Dube</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11428900201617145520</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bb.bebo.com/bb/medium/2005042002/4381791a5964487b552096205m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7449092.post-112179830496973409</id><published>2005-07-19T12:04:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-07-22T19:01:51.796-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Walking down memory lane Part One: The Beauty of the North</title><summary type='text'>I have never been one for retrospective contemplation. Many times in my life I have picked up and walked away from everything never to return again.  Though I may visit places of my past, I don't tend to feel the need to, or even the desire to very often.  I miss the people and the friends I make but am usually comfortable with only having the memory and accept that friendships generally do not </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zitadube.blogspot.com/feeds/112179830496973409/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7449092&amp;postID=112179830496973409&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7449092/posts/default/112179830496973409'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7449092/posts/default/112179830496973409'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zitadube.blogspot.com/2005/07/walking-down-memory-lane-part-one.html' title='Walking down memory lane Part One: The Beauty of the North'/><author><name>Zita Dube</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11428900201617145520</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bb.bebo.com/bb/medium/2005042002/4381791a5964487b552096205m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7449092.post-111993125861692637</id><published>2005-06-27T22:00:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-06-27T22:00:58.620-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Zita Trivia Take 3</title><summary type='text'>A new quiz.  I really should make a worthwhile post at some point.  Take my Quiz! and then Check out the Scoreboard!</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zitadube.blogspot.com/feeds/111993125861692637/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7449092&amp;postID=111993125861692637&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7449092/posts/default/111993125861692637'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7449092/posts/default/111993125861692637'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zitadube.blogspot.com/2005/06/zita-trivia-take-3.html' title='Zita Trivia Take 3'/><author><name>Zita Dube</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11428900201617145520</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bb.bebo.com/bb/medium/2005042002/4381791a5964487b552096205m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7449092.post-111915169860822699</id><published>2005-06-18T21:27:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-06-18T21:28:18.613-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Zita Trivia Part 2</title><summary type='text'>I made a Quiz for you! Take my Quiz! and then Check out the Scoreboard!</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zitadube.blogspot.com/feeds/111915169860822699/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7449092&amp;postID=111915169860822699&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7449092/posts/default/111915169860822699'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7449092/posts/default/111915169860822699'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zitadube.blogspot.com/2005/06/zita-trivia-part-2.html' title='Zita Trivia Part 2'/><author><name>Zita Dube</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11428900201617145520</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bb.bebo.com/bb/medium/2005042002/4381791a5964487b552096205m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7449092.post-111873234098108701</id><published>2005-06-14T00:58:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-06-14T00:59:00.986-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Think you know me? Find out!</title><summary type='text'>I made a Quiz for you! Take my Quiz! and then Check out the Scoreboard!</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zitadube.blogspot.com/feeds/111873234098108701/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7449092&amp;postID=111873234098108701&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7449092/posts/default/111873234098108701'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7449092/posts/default/111873234098108701'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zitadube.blogspot.com/2005/06/think-you-know-me-find-out.html' title='Think you know me? Find out!'/><author><name>Zita Dube</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11428900201617145520</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bb.bebo.com/bb/medium/2005042002/4381791a5964487b552096205m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7449092.post-111825865852487429</id><published>2005-06-08T13:22:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-06-08T13:24:18.526-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Man, I'm so distracted right now...the solution? More quizzes</title><summary type='text'>You Are Artemis!Brave, and a natural born leader.You're willing to fight for what you believe in...And willing to make tough decisions.Don't forget - the people around you have ideas too!What Goddess Are You? Take This Quiz :-)Find the Love of Your Life (and More Love Quizzes) at Your New Romance.You Have Your PhD in MenYou understand men almost better than anyone.You accept that guys are very </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zitadube.blogspot.com/feeds/111825865852487429/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7449092&amp;postID=111825865852487429&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7449092/posts/default/111825865852487429'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7449092/posts/default/111825865852487429'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zitadube.blogspot.com/2005/06/man-im-so-distracted-right-nowthe.html' title='Man, I&apos;m so distracted right now...the solution? More quizzes'/><author><name>Zita Dube</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11428900201617145520</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bb.bebo.com/bb/medium/2005042002/4381791a5964487b552096205m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7449092.post-111825832020221194</id><published>2005-06-08T13:18:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-06-08T13:18:40.203-06:00</updated><title type='text'>More stupid quiz results</title><summary type='text'>Your Inner Blonde is Pamela AndersonAlthough you look like a cartoon character, you lead a soap opera life. Stop picking the wrong guys, and your glamourous life won't have a Marylin Monroe ending.Who's *Your* Inner Dumb Blonde? Click Here to Find Out!More Great Quizzes from Quiz Diva</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zitadube.blogspot.com/feeds/111825832020221194/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7449092&amp;postID=111825832020221194&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7449092/posts/default/111825832020221194'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7449092/posts/default/111825832020221194'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zitadube.blogspot.com/2005/06/more-stupid-quiz-results.html' title='More stupid quiz results'/><author><name>Zita Dube</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11428900201617145520</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bb.bebo.com/bb/medium/2005042002/4381791a5964487b552096205m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7449092.post-111825809294377306</id><published>2005-06-08T13:13:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-06-08T13:14:52.943-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>You Are A Professional Girlfriend!You are the perfect girlfriend - big surprise!Heaven knows you've had enough practice. That's why you're a total pro.If there was an Emily Post of girlfriends, it would be you.You know how to act in every situation ... to make both you and your guy happy.What Kind Of Girlfriend Are You? Take This Quiz :-)Find the Love of Your Life (and More Love Quizzes) at Your </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zitadube.blogspot.com/feeds/111825809294377306/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7449092&amp;postID=111825809294377306&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7449092/posts/default/111825809294377306'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7449092/posts/default/111825809294377306'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zitadube.blogspot.com/2005/06/you-are-professional-girlfriend-you.html' title=''/><author><name>Zita Dube</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11428900201617145520</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bb.bebo.com/bb/medium/2005042002/4381791a5964487b552096205m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7449092.post-111825765962334721</id><published>2005-06-08T12:58:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-06-08T13:07:39.630-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Good lyrics</title><summary type='text'>So, as some of you might know (if you have me msn or if you've been reading my blog for quite some time...) that I have a bit of a thing for good song lyrics.  I find good lyrics make the song...or at least bad lyrics kill the song regardless of how pretty it is musically.That said, here are some of my recent favorites:Rufus Wainwright- Cigarettes and Chocolate MilkCigarettes and chocolate </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zitadube.blogspot.com/feeds/111825765962334721/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7449092&amp;postID=111825765962334721&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7449092/posts/default/111825765962334721'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7449092/posts/default/111825765962334721'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zitadube.blogspot.com/2005/06/good-lyrics.html' title='Good lyrics'/><author><name>Zita Dube</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11428900201617145520</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bb.bebo.com/bb/medium/2005042002/4381791a5964487b552096205m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7449092.post-111809786283256599</id><published>2005-06-06T16:18:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-06-06T16:44:22.836-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Props</title><summary type='text'>So I'm on top of the world...well aside from being violently ill, which sucks. But in general life is amazing right now.  I am doing my best to not revert back to my crazy paranoid "all this will soon end" Zita and trying my damndest to just enjoy the euphoria while it's here.WORK: I love my job. I had to take a few days off last week due to illness- and I realized just how much I love what I do.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zitadube.blogspot.com/feeds/111809786283256599/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7449092&amp;postID=111809786283256599&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7449092/posts/default/111809786283256599'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7449092/posts/default/111809786283256599'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zitadube.blogspot.com/2005/06/props.html' title='Props'/><author><name>Zita Dube</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11428900201617145520</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bb.bebo.com/bb/medium/2005042002/4381791a5964487b552096205m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7449092.post-111781452959368472</id><published>2005-06-03T09:43:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-06-03T10:02:09.596-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Book Tag</title><summary type='text'>So I've been "tagged" by David Cournoyer- I think that means that I have to answer this random series of questions pertaining to books. Huh- it's a good thing I'm home sick with mono and have nothing better to do. :P (nothing but love Dave-in-the-Cave)Okay here goes:# of Books that I ownHuh- somewhere around 500- I'm a ridiculous packrat for books. I can't seem to get rid of any of them- which is</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zitadube.blogspot.com/feeds/111781452959368472/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7449092&amp;postID=111781452959368472&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7449092/posts/default/111781452959368472'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7449092/posts/default/111781452959368472'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zitadube.blogspot.com/2005/06/book-tag.html' title='Book Tag'/><author><name>Zita Dube</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11428900201617145520</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bb.bebo.com/bb/medium/2005042002/4381791a5964487b552096205m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7449092.post-111758862594467920</id><published>2005-05-31T19:12:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-05-31T19:17:05.950-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Blogging from Council Chambers</title><summary type='text'>Question period. Good times. Dave Cournoyer, EPIO, came to council today- it's his first time. How cute. HI DAVE!Sarah is far away from me. I can make faces across the room to her. Also good times. Oooo- webboard question. This could be fun: Justin says that the webboard was brought up at EXEC- Kehoe recommended investigating bringing back the webboard- Exec agreed. It will be coming back soon. </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zitadube.blogspot.com/feeds/111758862594467920/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7449092&amp;postID=111758862594467920&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7449092/posts/default/111758862594467920'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7449092/posts/default/111758862594467920'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zitadube.blogspot.com/2005/05/blogging-from-council-chambers.html' title='Blogging from Council Chambers'/><author><name>Zita Dube</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11428900201617145520</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bb.bebo.com/bb/medium/2005042002/4381791a5964487b552096205m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7449092.post-111742555080112693</id><published>2005-05-29T21:36:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-05-30T15:58:47.933-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Chillin' at Graham's</title><summary type='text'>So I'm sitting here, in the apartment of the President, feeling priviledged amoung persons and it occurs to me that it has been a long time since I've spent time with him. This of course makes me think of how long it has been since I've spent time with ANY of my friends.  My new job has been eating up all of my time lately. It kind of sucks. But it is nice to sit here with G-Lett and Colpitts and</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zitadube.blogspot.com/feeds/111742555080112693/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7449092&amp;postID=111742555080112693&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7449092/posts/default/111742555080112693'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7449092/posts/default/111742555080112693'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zitadube.blogspot.com/2005/05/chillin-at-grahams.html' title='Chillin&apos; at Graham&apos;s'/><author><name>Zita Dube</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11428900201617145520</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bb.bebo.com/bb/medium/2005042002/4381791a5964487b552096205m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7449092.post-111655235371011297</id><published>2005-05-19T19:27:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-05-19T19:25:53.710-06:00</updated><title type='text'>On second thought...</title><summary type='text'>For those who read the post before this one, allow me ammend my statements.SCREW THAT.My brother has just moved back to the city from Ottawa. This paper is worth WAY less than he is. I'm going to have fun tonight. I'll bust my ass tomorrow. Lookin' forward to turning off my laptop.Zita</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zitadube.blogspot.com/feeds/111655235371011297/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7449092&amp;postID=111655235371011297&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7449092/posts/default/111655235371011297'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7449092/posts/default/111655235371011297'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zitadube.blogspot.com/2005/05/on-second-thought.html' title='On second thought...'/><author><name>Zita Dube</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11428900201617145520</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bb.bebo.com/bb/medium/2005042002/4381791a5964487b552096205m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7449092.post-111655212992700769</id><published>2005-05-19T19:17:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-05-19T19:22:09.933-06:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm tired</title><summary type='text'>So I've always been told that my "dogged" determination is one of the best traits of my personality.  At the same time, i'm starting to wonder if this determination won't be, in the end, what kills me.  I'll be honest, I'm not sure anymore if the drive is about believing that we must always do the best we can in a project because the project deserves it, or if its just my pride and my inability </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zitadube.blogspot.com/feeds/111655212992700769/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7449092&amp;postID=111655212992700769&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7449092/posts/default/111655212992700769'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7449092/posts/default/111655212992700769'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zitadube.blogspot.com/2005/05/im-tired.html' title='I&apos;m tired'/><author><name>Zita Dube</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11428900201617145520</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bb.bebo.com/bb/medium/2005042002/4381791a5964487b552096205m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7449092.post-111621625504304108</id><published>2005-05-15T21:22:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-05-15T22:04:15.050-06:00</updated><title type='text'>A series of random thoughts</title><summary type='text'>This post comes, quite frankly, at the demand of my wonderful roomate who insists that I at least "try" to keep up to her blogging speed. I can't promise that much- in fact, I can't even promise to write half as often as she does....but I will give her this one as a sign of good will. So Sarah, this post's for you.The only problem is that I really don't have a lot to say.  Certainly nothing of a </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zitadube.blogspot.com/feeds/111621625504304108/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7449092&amp;postID=111621625504304108&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7449092/posts/default/111621625504304108'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7449092/posts/default/111621625504304108'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zitadube.blogspot.com/2005/05/series-of-random-thoughts.html' title='A series of random thoughts'/><author><name>Zita Dube</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11428900201617145520</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bb.bebo.com/bb/medium/2005042002/4381791a5964487b552096205m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7449092.post-111536002844002338</id><published>2005-05-05T23:52:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-05-06T22:49:22.150-06:00</updated><title type='text'>GAH</title><summary type='text'>So, I must admit, I'm a little pissed at the wonderful organization we know best as the "Students' Union".This is not surprising- I am usually a little pissed at the SU. However, this time is a little different seeing as I now an employee. Allow me to explain. As most of you who read this know, I am the new UPIO (University Policy Information Officer), which makes me a glorified research monkey. </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zitadube.blogspot.com/feeds/111536002844002338/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7449092&amp;postID=111536002844002338&amp;isPopup=true' title='12 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7449092/posts/default/111536002844002338'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7449092/posts/default/111536002844002338'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zitadube.blogspot.com/2005/05/gah.html' title='GAH'/><author><name>Zita Dube</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11428900201617145520</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bb.bebo.com/bb/medium/2005042002/4381791a5964487b552096205m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>12</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7449092.post-111380651434986595</id><published>2005-04-18T00:31:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-04-18T00:41:54.350-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Overwhelmed</title><summary type='text'>So this has been quite the week.It's funny, cause I'm not usually the type of person who gets easily fazed by things. I tend to be able to take most things in stride- I vent a lot, so I probably seem a lot more angry and emotional than I really am- but the truth is, it takes an awful lot for me to genuinely get upset.The problem is, the more I get genuinely upset, the more I keep things inside. </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zitadube.blogspot.com/feeds/111380651434986595/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7449092&amp;postID=111380651434986595&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7449092/posts/default/111380651434986595'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7449092/posts/default/111380651434986595'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zitadube.blogspot.com/2005/04/overwhelmed.html' title='Overwhelmed'/><author><name>Zita Dube</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11428900201617145520</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bb.bebo.com/bb/medium/2005042002/4381791a5964487b552096205m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7449092.post-111323862745968846</id><published>2005-04-11T10:52:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-04-11T10:57:07.460-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Hmmm....</title><summary type='text'>So,I'm sitting here, writing a paper about the racist motivations behind the prohibition of marijuana, cocaine and opium in Canada, listening to Pink Floyd (at this very minute, Comfortably Numb) and thinking of how much fun it would have been to have been my age in the 60s...Just a thought.Thought y'all might find this quote from, soon to be featured on the Canada's newest 50 dollar bill, </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zitadube.blogspot.com/feeds/111323862745968846/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7449092&amp;postID=111323862745968846&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7449092/posts/default/111323862745968846'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7449092/posts/default/111323862745968846'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zitadube.blogspot.com/2005/04/hmmm.html' title='Hmmm....'/><author><name>Zita Dube</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11428900201617145520</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bb.bebo.com/bb/medium/2005042002/4381791a5964487b552096205m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7449092.post-111273840996483259</id><published>2005-04-05T15:55:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-04-05T16:00:09.966-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Random Rant of the Day</title><summary type='text'>Ladies,Unless you are a size 2, for the love of God don't dress like you are...Wearing clothes that is too small for you is NEVER a good idea.  It just makes you look fat, regardless of whether or not you are, makes you look skanky and proves that leaving something to the imagination is good thing.Gentlemen,I don't care how much you work out...buttcracks are not hot.  If you're free-balling for </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zitadube.blogspot.com/feeds/111273840996483259/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7449092&amp;postID=111273840996483259&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7449092/posts/default/111273840996483259'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7449092/posts/default/111273840996483259'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zitadube.blogspot.com/2005/04/random-rant-of-day.html' title='Random Rant of the Day'/><author><name>Zita Dube</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11428900201617145520</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bb.bebo.com/bb/medium/2005042002/4381791a5964487b552096205m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7449092.post-111264173567555913</id><published>2005-04-04T12:50:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-04-04T13:08:55.676-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Things I didn't want to know</title><summary type='text'>I am the kind of person who collects information.  Perhaps I have a spectacular audio memory and am able to record it all on some tape in my brain and replay it at my convenience. I don't know.  But I always seem to be able to draw connections between the various tidbits of information that I gather and draw pretty massive conclusions.  And more often than not, I'm right.This is the art of </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zitadube.blogspot.com/feeds/111264173567555913/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7449092&amp;postID=111264173567555913&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7449092/posts/default/111264173567555913'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7449092/posts/default/111264173567555913'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zitadube.blogspot.com/2005/04/things-i-didnt-want-to-know.html' title='Things I didn&apos;t want to know'/><author><name>Zita Dube</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11428900201617145520</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bb.bebo.com/bb/medium/2005042002/4381791a5964487b552096205m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7449092.post-111248001208830306</id><published>2005-04-02T14:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-04-02T15:13:32.093-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Women are INSANE...</title><summary type='text'>So, I've promised this post...now I must deliver.  But I'm warning you- it's gonna be a long one.I wasn't brought up with a lot of women around me.  Few could ever consider my mother to be the 'traditional female role model', and I have certainly not spent most of my life planning my wedding, having fake tea parties and wearing pink (though I understand there was a period of about a year when I </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zitadube.blogspot.com/feeds/111248001208830306/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7449092&amp;postID=111248001208830306&amp;isPopup=true' title='15 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7449092/posts/default/111248001208830306'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7449092/posts/default/111248001208830306'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zitadube.blogspot.com/2005/04/women-are-insane.html' title='Women are INSANE...'/><author><name>Zita Dube</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11428900201617145520</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bb.bebo.com/bb/medium/2005042002/4381791a5964487b552096205m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>15</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7449092.post-111246758401299348</id><published>2005-04-02T11:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-04-02T11:58:01.463-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Working in 2-900</title><summary type='text'>So, what I believe to be impossible and the rest of my friends believed to be inevitable has happened: I have accepted a job in the black hole commonly referred to as 2-900, Head Quarters for the U of A's Students' Union. My position? University Policy and Information Officer (UPIO), a glorified (or not so glorified...?) research monkey. Whoo Hoo! You know what the scariest thing is? I am really </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zitadube.blogspot.com/feeds/111246758401299348/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7449092&amp;postID=111246758401299348&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7449092/posts/default/111246758401299348'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7449092/posts/default/111246758401299348'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zitadube.blogspot.com/2005/04/working-in-2-900.html' title='Working in 2-900'/><author><name>Zita Dube</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11428900201617145520</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bb.bebo.com/bb/medium/2005042002/4381791a5964487b552096205m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7449092.post-111136452944524488</id><published>2005-03-20T16:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-03-20T17:22:09.446-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Silly Impetuous Emotional Zita</title><summary type='text'>Man, I just did something dumb. I knew it was dumb when I did it. But I did it anyway. Why? Because I am a very very very silly girl. Now, I spend half of my life trying to deny the fact that I am female (For those who haven't heard my stance on this: WOMEN ARE INSANE!...subject of my next post I promise)  but the truth is, I can't escape my gender. And subsequently I can't escape silly, </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zitadube.blogspot.com/feeds/111136452944524488/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7449092&amp;postID=111136452944524488&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7449092/posts/default/111136452944524488'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7449092/posts/default/111136452944524488'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zitadube.blogspot.com/2005/03/silly-impetuous-emotional-zita.html' title='Silly Impetuous Emotional Zita'/><author><name>Zita Dube</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11428900201617145520</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bb.bebo.com/bb/medium/2005042002/4381791a5964487b552096205m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7449092.post-111117608977003298</id><published>2005-03-18T12:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-03-18T13:01:29.773-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Friendship Debate</title><summary type='text'>So, I have recently had a major belief that I have always held to be true questioned.  You see, I am a girl who has always simply connected better with men.  Now, when I say connect, I'm not adding any sexual connotations to it- I mean, quite simply, that I have always related to men better than women and have always felt more comfortable in their presence.  This may be because I was surrounded </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zitadube.blogspot.com/feeds/111117608977003298/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7449092&amp;postID=111117608977003298&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7449092/posts/default/111117608977003298'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7449092/posts/default/111117608977003298'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zitadube.blogspot.com/2005/03/friendship-debate.html' title='The Friendship Debate'/><author><name>Zita Dube</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11428900201617145520</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bb.bebo.com/bb/medium/2005042002/4381791a5964487b552096205m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7449092.post-111074458209873248</id><published>2005-03-13T12:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-03-13T13:09:42.106-07:00</updated><title type='text'>WHEWW~</title><summary type='text'>So the elections have come and gone and once again I have the pleasure of saying that all the hard work of my team and I paid off: Congratulations to Graham Lettner, new president of the Students' Union.  This is not my first, and hopefully, not my last victory-by-association.  In fact, rumour has it, I'm become quite the "legend" (to quote a hack friend of mine) at being a campaign 'ringer' (</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zitadube.blogspot.com/feeds/111074458209873248/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7449092&amp;postID=111074458209873248&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7449092/posts/default/111074458209873248'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7449092/posts/default/111074458209873248'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zitadube.blogspot.com/2005/03/wheww.html' title='WHEWW~'/><author><name>Zita Dube</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11428900201617145520</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bb.bebo.com/bb/medium/2005042002/4381791a5964487b552096205m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7449092.post-110989302415588542</id><published>2005-03-03T16:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-03-03T16:37:04.156-07:00</updated><title type='text'>And one more time...</title><summary type='text'>So the SU elections are upon us once again...Seriously, every year I say that I'm going to avoid them...every year, I get suckered into thinking about helping to put up posters and EVERY DAMN YEAR I GET COAXED INTO BECOMING A CORE MEMBER OF A TEAM. Now, don't get me wrong, I'm not actually bitching that much. My candidate is great and I have tremendous faith in him- I'm simply disappointed in my </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zitadube.blogspot.com/feeds/110989302415588542/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7449092&amp;postID=110989302415588542&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7449092/posts/default/110989302415588542'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7449092/posts/default/110989302415588542'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zitadube.blogspot.com/2005/03/and-one-more-time.html' title='And one more time...'/><author><name>Zita Dube</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11428900201617145520</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bb.bebo.com/bb/medium/2005042002/4381791a5964487b552096205m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7449092.post-110962808839005423</id><published>2005-02-28T14:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-02-28T15:01:28.456-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Oscar results: My predictions vs the actual events:ACTOR IN A LEADING ROLEJamie Foxx RAYWho I predicted: Jamie Foxx- RayACTOR IN A SUPPORTING ROLEMorgan Freeman MILLION DOLLAR BABYWho I predicted: Morgan Freeman- MDBACTRESS IN A LEADING ROLEHilary Swank MILLION DOLLAR BABYWho I predicted: Hilary Swank- MDBACTRESS IN A SUPPORTING ROLECate Blanchett THE AVIATORWho I predicted: Cate Blanchett- The </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zitadube.blogspot.com/feeds/110962808839005423/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7449092&amp;postID=110962808839005423&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7449092/posts/default/110962808839005423'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7449092/posts/default/110962808839005423'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zitadube.blogspot.com/2005/02/oscar-results-my-predictions-vs-actual.html' title=''/><author><name>Zita Dube</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11428900201617145520</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bb.bebo.com/bb/medium/2005042002/4381791a5964487b552096205m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7449092.post-110774090402175111</id><published>2005-02-06T18:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-02-27T18:20:09.820-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Oscar Predictions</title><summary type='text'>Okay, So I'm a bit of a movie whore- so every year come Oscar time I like to pretend that I know more than the critics and give away who I think will win and who I think should win. Here's the 2004 list:ACTOR IN A LEADING ROLEDon Cheadle - HOTEL RWANDA (**SHOULD WIN**)Johnny Depp - FINDING NEVERLANDLeonardo DiCaprio - THE AVIATORClint Eastwood - MILLION DOLLAR BABYJamie Foxx - RAY (** WILL WIN **</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zitadube.blogspot.com/feeds/110774090402175111/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7449092&amp;postID=110774090402175111&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7449092/posts/default/110774090402175111'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7449092/posts/default/110774090402175111'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zitadube.blogspot.com/2005/02/oscar-predictions.html' title='Oscar Predictions'/><author><name>Zita Dube</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11428900201617145520</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bb.bebo.com/bb/medium/2005042002/4381791a5964487b552096205m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7449092.post-110643535499144587</id><published>2005-01-22T13:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-01-22T16:09:14.990-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>GRRR- So I'm pretty mad at the world right now. I like to think that I give a lot: I always try to do my best, I never give up and I would never turn my back on a friend.  But this week, I was willing to stop doing all of those things.  I think of it as a proverbial nap- I didn't want to do my best, I wanted to give up for a little while and not worry about it, and I wanted some time away from </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zitadube.blogspot.com/feeds/110643535499144587/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7449092&amp;postID=110643535499144587&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7449092/posts/default/110643535499144587'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7449092/posts/default/110643535499144587'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zitadube.blogspot.com/2005/01/grrr-so-im-pretty-mad-at-world-right.html' title=''/><author><name>Zita Dube</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11428900201617145520</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bb.bebo.com/bb/medium/2005042002/4381791a5964487b552096205m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7449092.post-110531345750566516</id><published>2005-01-09T16:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-01-09T16:58:23.986-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>My new favorite set of lyrics (TEEHEE):U2- Big Girls are Best(This is just a section from the song, but it's the best)She's ellipiticalAlso politicalAll so spiritualNot superficialYeah, she's tropicalYes, she's illogicalThose little girls are a pestBig girls are the bestThe Doors- 20th Century FoxTwentieth century foxWell, she's fashionably lean,And she's fashionably lateShe'll </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zitadube.blogspot.com/feeds/110531345750566516/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7449092&amp;postID=110531345750566516&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7449092/posts/default/110531345750566516'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7449092/posts/default/110531345750566516'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zitadube.blogspot.com/2005/01/my-new-favorite-set-of-lyrics-teehee.html' title=''/><author><name>Zita Dube</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11428900201617145520</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bb.bebo.com/bb/medium/2005042002/4381791a5964487b552096205m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7449092.post-110523522259065998</id><published>2005-01-08T18:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-01-08T18:47:02.590-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Theme Song</title><summary type='text'>So if super heroes have theme songs, I have always believed that people should too. For many many years I had one solid theme song that never changed (Billy Joel's She's Always A Woman To Me).  However, I think it might be time for variety- and searching for new theme songs allows me to broaden my musical tastes... But, like most other things in life, I tend to get in zones with my music (and no </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zitadube.blogspot.com/feeds/110523522259065998/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7449092&amp;postID=110523522259065998&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7449092/posts/default/110523522259065998'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7449092/posts/default/110523522259065998'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zitadube.blogspot.com/2005/01/theme-song.html' title='Theme Song'/><author><name>Zita Dube</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11428900201617145520</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bb.bebo.com/bb/medium/2005042002/4381791a5964487b552096205m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7449092.post-110505782846345899</id><published>2005-01-06T17:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-01-06T17:30:28.463-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Sweet Sweet Times</title><summary type='text'>Alright,So like usual my life has been a bit of a rollercoaster.  However, I am going to make a concerted effort to post more on my blog over the next year so as to be able to record all my favorite memories since my Alzheimer's is starting to get to me... I also got a digital camera for christmas and this will give me a chance to post some pics too.So Christmas was the best break ever.  I </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zitadube.blogspot.com/feeds/110505782846345899/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7449092&amp;postID=110505782846345899&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7449092/posts/default/110505782846345899'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7449092/posts/default/110505782846345899'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zitadube.blogspot.com/2005/01/sweet-sweet-times.html' title='Sweet Sweet Times'/><author><name>Zita Dube</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11428900201617145520</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bb.bebo.com/bb/medium/2005042002/4381791a5964487b552096205m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7449092.post-110478154324764594</id><published>2005-01-03T13:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-01-03T12:45:43.246-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Song of the Week</title><summary type='text'>So I'm a hardcore believer that, when your own words fail you, the odds are someone else has already said exactly what you're thinking in more effective terms.  Maybe that's why I am such a huge fan of music.  There's always a song that seems like it was written for you, for the precise moment that you are living.  I have two that fit that description for right now, for different reasons.  So </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zitadube.blogspot.com/feeds/110478154324764594/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7449092&amp;postID=110478154324764594&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7449092/posts/default/110478154324764594'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7449092/posts/default/110478154324764594'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zitadube.blogspot.com/2005/01/song-of-week.html' title='Song of the Week'/><author><name>Zita Dube</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11428900201617145520</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bb.bebo.com/bb/medium/2005042002/4381791a5964487b552096205m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
